The train station has become the kingdom of heaven for my mind and my heart, maybe even the back porch with a diverse array of garments and socks on a clothesline blowing in the wind. It is a temple. Like the ruined temple the people of Judah refused to build in the years of 700-500 B.C., but with the voice and determination of a prophet, they chose to rebuild it, even greater than Solomon's. Somehow it is like this when I look out of my eyes. Do you see the world, your world, in such a way?