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Where I Park Affects My Heart

Okay, yes, this is admittedly another title stolen from Pearl Jam; this one from an album of their’s. What can I say? I’m a fan and oftentimes their lyrics and titles connect ideas for me.

One of the common questions I get when people visit me at my office at church is “Why do you park where you do?”

Now, I need to give you the context. We’ve got a pretty good size parking lot and during the week there’s only 4–5 cars parked in it all day. Those cars belong to our staff.

Sure, there are groups that come and go throughout the day different times of the day and days of the week. But for the bulk of the week, it’s only our staff’s cars in the lot.

What that means is, we’ve got the pick of which spaces we want to park in. None of us has reserved spaces, but we each have our general areas that we tend to park in.

Most of the staff choose the smaller part of the lot near our office wing.

Not me. I like to be different. (That’s probably a whole series of posts that should be guest written by those who know me.)

I recognize my parking space isn’t a parking space at all. It’s still in the parking lot. It’s still on the asphalt. But it’s not a painted space. It’s actually the corner space between two…