Apr 04, 2005 02:39
I love rusted nails in wall panels twice older than I.
See, here are their eyes, opened for you, peering into your soul. They do not see your misery. They see your smile. It’s your job to show them, indeed, your humanity.
I love the morning with chai under an Eastern sky.
I fall in love with theirs as they idolize mine. None lay greater still - both to be cherished and respected. Just as God created flavors to experience and satisfy, he gave culture to the adventure’s eye and to protect home’s heart.
Hence, it is your job to show them love, unabashedly. You will sojourn in a timeless yoke - to be Christ to others.
They will constantly use a knife with their dominant hand for a meal prepared for you. Questions will abound until your voice becomes hoarse and your mind fumbles to communicate and your spirit can bear to give away no more.
You will too see rusted nails in wall panels. You will grow to love them. They will be stubborn and cling to something already dying and dead. This is all they have known so whatever you do be gentle and fall in love with them.
And eat with a fork in your left hand.
Ukraine Mission Trip 2005 - July - August
Eastern Europe once more!
Bring on the English Camps!
Bring on SLAM!
Bring on the people and I will bring bear my soul