CHRIST WALKS THE MARGINS WE CREATED

CHRIST WALKS THE MARGINS WE CREATED

The city draws its lines carefully.

Maps divide neighborhoods,
fences divide spaces,
rules divide where a person may stand
and where they must move on.

Inside the lines—order.
Outside the lines—silence.

So the margins grow.

Under bridges where traffic thunders above.
Behind warehouses where the streetlights fade.
Along the edges of railroads and rivers
where the city rarely looks.

There the tents appear.
There the carts gather.
There the long nights unfold in the cold air.

We say those places are outside the city.
But Christ walks there.

He walks where the pavement ends.
He walks where the gates are locked.
He walks where the world has quietly said,
Not here.

For the One who carried the cross
was also led outside the walls—
to the place reserved
for the unwanted.

And so the margins we created
become the roads He chooses.

He sits beside the forgotten fire.
He stands beside the weary neighbor.
He waits in the places we avoid
until someone finally sees.

Then the city begins to understand
a truth the margins have always known:

that the boundary we drew
to keep suffering far away
has become the very road.

Pastor Street Gospel Lee
St. GMC Corps
June 27, 2026