What would happen if your neighbor got up tomorrow morning in whatever they slept in, walked over and stood on your front lawn, and then squatted down, all the while brushing their teeth? What if they then spat? What would you do?
What would happen if everyone in your neighborhood got up tomorrow and decided to brush their teeth together outside on the sidewalk?
What would happen if everyone in your neighborhood decided to brush their teeth together, share two newspapers, and sit on only three sidewalk squares?
My husband and I strap our two kids on, both in their Ergos, and head out into the neighborhood early each Tuesday morning. We pray for blessing, for truth, for grace and justice to rain like the monsoon onto the people we know and don't know all of whom God has created.
Every Tuesday we go I am struck with the absurdity of how much space, how much quiet, I want and expect when I watch morning in our 'hood. I have actually burst into laughter as I watched a group of men sitting brushing their teeth reading the paper together and thought what it would look like in some random suburb in America where the Easter Bunny puked up the color of all the houses. I liked the thought. It might be a good way to bond. Dental Friendship. Once you got your mind around it all and you really sunk your teeth into the tradition, a neighborhood could really unite around the morning ritual.
The morning ritual of community dental hygiene will never happen in America but it happens here... another reason to love this country called India.
What would happen if everyone in your neighborhood got up tomorrow and decided to brush their teeth together outside on the sidewalk?
What would happen if everyone in your neighborhood decided to brush their teeth together, share two newspapers, and sit on only three sidewalk squares?
My husband and I strap our two kids on, both in their Ergos, and head out into the neighborhood early each Tuesday morning. We pray for blessing, for truth, for grace and justice to rain like the monsoon onto the people we know and don't know all of whom God has created.
Every Tuesday we go I am struck with the absurdity of how much space, how much quiet, I want and expect when I watch morning in our 'hood. I have actually burst into laughter as I watched a group of men sitting brushing their teeth reading the paper together and thought what it would look like in some random suburb in America where the Easter Bunny puked up the color of all the houses. I liked the thought. It might be a good way to bond. Dental Friendship. Once you got your mind around it all and you really sunk your teeth into the tradition, a neighborhood could really unite around the morning ritual.
The morning ritual of community dental hygiene will never happen in America but it happens here... another reason to love this country called India.
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