I walk through my neighborhood at sunset.
I hear different languages. One. Two. Three. Four. Five.
I don’t even know what they all are.
I’m embarrassed that I only know English.
And so grateful that God hears the prayers from every tongue.
Evening Prayer
All the Wonders 
I love our neighborhood too. We may become our own United Nations if we continue our hospitality to all. It’s good to be home.