Echo is the shop that didn't make sense. On paper the area was wrong, and plenty of people said so, but this is where the Lord's hand pointed next, so this is where we went. What we brought wasn't widely welcomed at first. So we stayed. We kept loving people the same way on the slow days as the busy ones, and over time the room filled up.

Now it's somewhere you settle in: a Kuppa Heaven worth the drive, a corner to work in, music you'll want to stay for, and staff whose kindness isn't a script. We never won this neighborhood with an argument. We won it with a thousand small kindnesses, and every one of them points back to Jesus.