For Show

Saw a show place tonight. We went to the mall on a Saturday night, and observed that it must be just the time and place to go and see and be seen. Seems like the average age was about 17. Almost a costume parade.

It is a safe place, civil, under law, under roof, under climate control technology. It must be a place where parents think they can drop their kids off and they will be okay. Mostly packs of similars.

It is impossible to rise above the pack. The only way up is out and up. Leave your tribe for another. Leaving the tribe is death, though. The only thing that makes it work is if the new tribe is that much better. Better yet, if the new tribe makes you forget the other one, or at least that the other one ever had anything to offer.

Tribe trading. All we are saying is that we have that kind of tribe.

Father, I want to be in that kind of tribe. Help me walk the way members of your tribe walk. Help me smell like you. Help me sound like you. Help me manifest your rest and peace.