We went to church in the Mixtecan village a couple weeks ago.It’s a rural, spanish speaking service in a quaint little building filled to the brim with God’s Spirit.
I understand little but my heart is always left full.
We were in Genesis and as long as my eyes could follow the words in my bible I was able to use the spanish I knew to complete what was being shared.
But, I ended up losing my place.
at which point my mind started to wander…
I watched a woman sitting in front of me.
she had a young boy asleep in her arms.
He was at perfect peace in his mamas arms, not a care, not a worry, no troubles.
He was safe.
She, on the other hand, had a road behind her.
Her eyes told tales and her hands showed proof.
But, as her spirit worshiped, everything melted away and light came pouring out.
It flowed through the church.
It filtered through the windows of the body of Christ and leaked out the pores of those inside.
It was love, it was truth, it was Jesus.
Moved deep in spirit I found myself gazing out of the large windows.
Windows like frames of an magnificent view.
Brilliant azure sky, lightly painted with white wispy clouds.
Playful birds flittering, chirping melodiously as if singing praise to our Creator.
Tiny brightly colored houses stacked, some neat some not, over an expansion of sage forests and copper sand.
Superb artistry.
And as I sat there I thought to myself;
“people would pay a mint for this kind of view”
and they do, all the time, where I’m from.
But this hill is considered to be destitute and poverty stricken.
I wonder how the villagers see it.
Because all I could see was God’s handiwork
-2/9/2011
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