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It is early morning, and I am drinking coffee and reading the Word. No beautiful view inspires me this morning. Instead, I see three house roofs and treetops with a brick apartment building peeking out between them. The cloudy sky lets me know that the sun is not shining. We never see a sunrise or sunset from our windows, but the sky colors tell us of the weather.

Today we will worship with the mission staff and the attendees at Sugar Hill Mennonite Mission in Harlem. A youth sister from the Dominican plans to be there. The small chapel has been a refuge for many a wayfarer, including me. The Church shines in Harlem. In that sacred place Teresa and Dawn, Benn and Sundaymar, Bisi Akinyombo and her two children were baptized. There, blind Henry saw the Light, Israel and Sarah saw the Church, and others heard the call to repentance. God has heard and answered the sincere prayers prayed in Jesus’s name in that sanctuary with its blue chairs, carpet, and walls. The long windows at the front of the room face an apartment building. Many of you have worshipped there. There’s a nursery, a tract room, and a fellowship hall.

There is no place I would rather be than at home in Queens. There is no place I would rather worship than with our home congregation in NYC. God bless you in your worship today. Berniece