Dearest Reader,
I’m dead now. Truth is, I face judgment anytime soon. I have no advocate, yet I intend to make my plea.
My greatest moment on earth? Being part of the Frankton family. They did everything my own family couldn’t do. The first time I stood before the Father, He asked me, Do you go to church?
“Yes,” I replied.
“What church?” He asked.
“Frankton’s Playground.”
“What is that?”
I smiled. “I thought you knew everything.”
“Huh, you got jokes?” He smirked.
I laughed. Because for me, Frankton’s Playground was my church. It was where I heard about true love. It was where I bared it all. And yes, we had our wild side—aren’t we all sinners?
Standing before the Father, I told Him: The only place I ever felt truly loved was at the Playground.
At some point, I even wondered if there was a God I worshipped there. And I know I’m not alone. There are moments in life when we just need that one person, one place, one community.
I’m grateful. I’m grateful that I met you all.
Sometimes, I struggle to put into words what Frankton’s Playground means to me—what it stood for, what we did there. But if there’s one thing I know, it’s this:
When I die, the greatest thing I will have done is build a community of love—one that doesn’t judge, one that truly lives the Word: “Judge not, so ye be not judged.”
And maybe—just maybe—when I stand before the Father, I will say:
“I am a Frankton.”
And that will be enough to enter paradise.
– A Frankton Awaiting Judgment
