The jeep slowly makes its way up the path.
Bump bump bump.
Women with buckets on their heads walk alongside.
And children run by barefoot, with babies strapped to their backs.
Bump bump bump.
Men burning their trash outside of their homes.
Their homes made of tin line the mountains.
Where their chicken and dogs roam free.
We get to the church, at the highest point. It too is made of tin, and held up by branches.
The people of Havannah have nothing. And want nothing, but to worship out God in Spirit and Truth.
"How excellent is our God- We love you Lord!"
They sing and dance in 20 part harmony, till I think the roof will cave!
What do you need?? "We need Bibles!"
What can we get for you??? "Get us preaching materials!!"
How wonderful is our God- we love you Lord!" They dance on.
Jesus knew. He said blessed are the poor in Spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven!
Of spiritual poverty, St. Augustine de Sales writes:
Woe to be rich in spirit, for theirs must be the bitterness of hell. By rich in spirit I mean him whose riches engross his mind, or whose mind is buried in his riches. He is poor in spirit whose heart is not filled with the love of riches, whose mind is not set upon them. Do not let the mind which is in the likeness of God cleave to mere earthly goods!
That afternoon the people of Havannah gave me so much.
"How perfect is our God- we love you Lord!"
wooohoooooo! i'm feelin the love--this place sounds so rich in love!
ReplyDeleteNow not just water colors but poetry. The place you are in sounds lovely. I want to go to art museum and the cafe!
ReplyDeletebeautiful. thank you.
ReplyDeleteMiriam,
ReplyDelete(Your Aunt Jan speaking)...You have a great gift for words. Please keep writing and sharing your stories. You have such powerful stories to tell! Much love and prayers for your continued safety... XXXXX
You are doing a lovely job capturing what you see. And letting it capture your heart. Thank you for sharing with us.
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