Yellow Tulips Blushing Scarlet Red 🌷 *UPDATED AND RESTORED*
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Prelude
The Architecture of a Simple Day in The American Way 🦅
What light through yonder window breaks?
The weave and sparkle of an autumn day, shared with friends.
Each glance, each laugh, each humble gesture
Builds a story—faith, love, care
A hidden architecture of the heart. ❤️
Walls hum warmth, windows catch the light,
Burgers hiss, tulips blaze, voices lift.
Not just a meal—this rhythm of connection,
A structure of trust, friendship, and God.
Here, the ordinary becomes extraordinary.
Yellow Tulips Blushing Scarlet Red 🔥
Love and Friendship in Hopeville, USA — Autumn, November 9, 2025
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Scott L. walked down the Sanctuary stairs after finishing the online YouTube live stream.
The production had gone smoothly. Every cue, every note.
And the upgraded audio system? Out-of-this-world amazing.
He was genuinely happy.
Romeo leaned in, whispering like a conspirator.
“Hey, we’re having a barbecue lunch. You’re invited.”
Scott’s eyes lit up.
“Okay, I’m all in.”
He laughed. Seeing things? Hearing things? Maybe. Didn’t matter—this is how he rolls, trusting God.
He hadn’t eaten breakfast.
The morning had been writing stories and going to church.
During the stream, he’d had nothing but the tiny cracker and smallest cup of grape juice for communion, led by the pastor.
Hunger tugged at him all morning.
Food floated into his mind. Pizza? No—two molars had just been removed. Impossible.
Burgers? Yes. Something he could actually enjoy: a juicy burger.
Scott wanted a small gesture.
Romeo and Juliet had recently moved into their charming home across from Patterson Park. Nearby, a Safeway called.
He picked out a bouquet of yellow tulips, blushing scarlet red—bright, cheerful, perfect.
At the house, he handed the tulips to Juliet, world-renowned writer and editor.
Her home was warm. Inviting.
Being part of the same church family, Scott felt a simple, deep joy.
He had expected a crowd. Instead, it was five people: Romeo and Juliet, Scott, Brother Steve, a new inductee, and Michael, someone Scott had seen but didn’t know well.
Sunlight streamed through windows, filling the room. Quiet streets, no nonsense—Baltimore at its best.
A week ago, it was announced that Brother Steve would lead Thanksgiving. 🦃
Few thought much about it, though curiosity lingered: How did he get picked?
He told the story.
Laughed as he spoke. Thought he’d help an hour, maybe two.
Instead, Pastor Criscoe and elder General George installed him as lead.
“Our prayers have been answered — praise God!” they said.
Brother Steve admitted he felt unsure at first. Not confident in all the details. But he kept saying,
“If Moses could be chosen to lead, even without everything he needed, and succeed by God’s grace, then I can do this too.”
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He paused, laughed nervously, then smiled. His faith anchored him.
Everyone in the room could feel it—the humility, the courage, the quiet strength of someone trusting God completely.
By story’s end, it all made sense. Everyone laughed. Nods. Light, easy. Skill preceded him, yet faith carried him forward.
Scott dug in.
Juicy burgers. Fresh tomatoes. Raw onions, just how he liked. Pickles, ketchup, mustard.
American Way 🗽
Sweet buns baked in da mornin. Incredible.
Add Coca-Cola, and gratitude swelled in his chest.
The spread, the company, the laughter—a feast for every sense.
Juliet’s smile met him as he handed over the tulips.
Romeo had grilled while Scott was at Safeway.
Sunlight glinted on golden buns, blessing the moment.
True Americana: warmth. Hospitality. Connection.
Modern conveniences, generous hearts. Faith, love, friendship.
Here in Hopeville, USA, hearts join, friendships strengthen, and goodwill prevail
—for only united shall we endure, and overcome.
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This verse was chosen because it’s profoundly simple, direct, and easy to remember. It was his entire motivation.
