London Calling

"How's London?" Loved ones back home ask.

How does one even answer that? "British as ever"?

But six letters hold much.

London is crowded. Diverse. Sunny some days, gray most days. London is traffic. London is a park amidst a concrete sea. London is a wealthy capital and a back alley. London is a posh block of flats and a weather-worn council estate. It's a rush of adverts, a rush of faces, a rush of tea and biscuits. London is a rush. London is a mad dash for the Jubilee westbound and a quiet walk in steady rain.

London is searching, crying out for answers.

I wanted to see the world and its cultures, so I came here. I wanted to love the people of the world like God does, so I came here. I wanted to tell London that the answer is Jesus Christ. So I came here.

Six letters. But infinitely more than that.

"How's London?"

I'm finding out, slowly. This could take all year.