A new drug house has opened on our block, right next to the one that got shut down and eventually burned to the ground last spring. So I called the Police Drug Unit and reported the house two weeks ago. Then I called the next day and reported it again (the same tactic I had used last winter). The officer replied "this house was reported yesterday, why are you calling again?" I told him that I thought persistence would help to get the issue addressed more quickly than last time (about 3 months). He replied, "Would you like me to call your work and remind me of your daily tasks each day?" which kind of made sense to me, so I listened as he described their process a little more. I apologized for my impatience and asked how long I should wait before calling again. "Two weeks" he said.
I'm pretty sure I'll be calling again today. Not with arrogance, but with gentleness and firmness that display my care and concern for my neighborhood. We press on.
Last time we went through this, we prayed for redemption and salvation to come from the drug house being shut down. Then we saw one of our church members coming out of the house and felt sick. So I prayed about it, and eventually confronted her about it the next Sunday. She responded with remorse and the next week enrolled in an in-patient treatment facility for 120 days. She is since back in town, taking college classes and serving in our church again. To God be the glory. He answers our prayers beyond our wildest imagination.
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