Such a beautiful disaster

beautiful disasterOk, I was warned.

And re-warned, and re-rewarned.

About how utterly, devastatingly dirty and crowded it is.

But I wasn’t warned about how utterly, devastatingly beautiful it is.  The people, the faces, the sea of humanity - - each one an image bearer of my beautiful God.

Before I left one of my coworkers shared a great devotion about Christ leaving his divinity to enter our humanity - and how it would be like us turning over a rock, seeing a sea of ants, and deciding to go and live and become like an ant (it’s an analogy, not theology).

I thought I might look at this like something in to which I would never want to step.  On my way here I prayed constantly to God, asking him to see beauty, and to see him wherever he looked.

And I have.  Wow, have I ever.  Instead of just seeing the stinking sweat of bodies, I look in to eyes, see faces, and heard chatter, and laughter, and seen a community not just individuals.

I have so much in my head, but as I am here, awake, at 2:30 in the morning, I’m just so in awe.  In awe.

Of this beautiful disaster.

 

2 Comments

  1. Nell, thanks for taking the time to keep us posted. I love the pics you took.

    I am praying not just for your safety, but that God will show you some joy over there, and maybe even a glimpse of just how much He loves you.

    xoxo

  2. Jennifer Decker

    You made me cry. You have a gift in writing as well as photography. Thank you for the picture in words.

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