The Many (Cardboard) Mansions in My Father’s House
This week, the inside of my church is a shanty town. The narthex is a patchwork of donated refrigerator and Amazon boxes; leaning, lopsided, and beautiful. “It’s a castle!” I grinned, locking eyes with the kindergartner kneeling next to her creation. She returned my smile with one of her own, highlighted with chocolate frosting stains…