Buffalo comes alive the moment the snow begins to thaw. True, snowstorms also bring people out to the streets to shovel snow, but the is nothing like the release of cabin fever when the sun finally begins to shine after the eternity of winter. People come outside and stretch in the sun. They gather in courtyards to eat, and walk the streets and smile and wave at passersby. Spring has come.
The church survey goes well. In fact, the preliminary survey is ending. It is weird to read Mark Goldman's book on the city or indeed any history of Buffalo and recognize all of the churches being mentioned. It gives a strange gleam of familiarity to a place that has been home away from home for a mere seven weeks. And yet these structures have become friends, signs of the mystic sweet communion my fellow Christians partake in every Sunday. For this, I am glad of the survey.
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