I can be easily overwhelmed with the brokenness of this
place. Children beg on the street. Malnourished, shoeless, and hungry, hands
outstretched just so. Their little wrists turn upwards, opening their little palms
so automatically, so mechanically, so rehearsed.
And my heart breaks.
I see poverty around every corner. A young woman greets us
on the street and invites us to see her home. Mary. Her shirt is stained from
lactation. She cannot be more than 18 years old. Up a hill, through the bushes,
under barbed wire, to a shack the size of a closet. Flies everywhere. Mary
points to a small wooden bench for us to sit. I am not sure the rickety bench
will hold our weight. She brings
out her newborn son. One month old. Edwin. She thanks us for coming to see her
home.
And my heart breaks.
We meet a kind young man who has agreed to teach us his
language. He has to travel far to meet us for just one hour a day, for just six
days. He smiles and laughs and always seems to keep his head slightly bowed. He
is 22 years old. One of eight children. His father died five years ago. He has
held a number of jobs but is not currently working.
And my heart breaks.
I can be easily overwhelmed with the brokenness of this
place. Yet there is also beauty. The colors, the sounds, the laughter, the
warmth, the welcome. But my heavy heart forgets to rejoice in those things. The
brokenness here is more visible, more physical, and more apparent. It’s harder
to hide than the brokenness I am familiar with.
And so my heart waits with eager longing for the redemption
of creation. For these children, these streets, these people. For myself, for
everyone, for everything. For when these former things shall not be remembered. For when
creation will be a joy and her people a gladness.
And so I train myself to imagine this future reality on top
of the present reality. To overlay the brokenness that my eyes see with the
beauty and joy and hope that my soul knows will come.
Romans 8:18-25
For I consider that
the sufferings of this present time are not worth comparing with the glory that
is to be revealed to us. For the creation waits with eager longing for the
revealing of the sons of God. For the creation was subjected to futility, not
willingly, but because of him who subjected it, in hope that the creation
itself will be set free from its bondage to corruption and obtain the freedom
of the glory of the children of God. For we know that the whole creation has
been groaning together in the pains of childbirth until now. And not only the
creation but we ourselves, who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, groan
inwardly as we wait eagerly for adoption as sons, the redemption of our bodies.
For in this hope we were saved. Now hope that is seen is not hope. For who
hopes for what he sees? But if we hope for what we do not see, we wait for it
with patience.
Isaiah 65: 17
“For behold, I create
new heavens
And a new earth,
And the former things shall
not be remembered
Or come into mind.
But be glad and
rejoice forever
In that which I
create;
For behold, I create Jerusalem
to be a joy,
And her people to be a
gladness.
I will rejoice in
Jerusalem
And be glad in my
people;
No more shall be heard
in it the sound of weeping
And the cry of the distress.
No more shall there be
in it
An infant who lives
but a few days,
Or an old man who does
not fill out his days,
For the young man
shall die a hundred years old,
And the sinner a
hundred years old shall be accursed.
They shall build houses
and inhabit them;
They shall plant
vineyards and eat their fruit.
They shall not build
and another inhabit;
They shall not plant
and another eat;
For like the days of a
tree shall the days of my people be,
And my chosen shall
long enjoy the work of their hands.
They shall not labor
in vain
Or bear children for
calamity,
For they shall be the
offspring of the blessed of the LORD,
And their descendants
with them.
Before they call I
will answer;
While they are yet
speaking I will hear.
The wolf and the lamb
shall graze together;
The lion shall eat
straw like the ox,
And dust shall be the
serpent’s food.
They shall not hurt or
destroy
In all my holy
mountain,”
Says the LORD.