The most beautiful
places in life always seem to be the toughest to get to.
Mountains are tough to climb, but the
view at the top is always breathtaking.
Hours are poured into relationships,
but the hearts that are revealed are more precious than anything.
Sweat, blood, time, and energy are
consumed by digging a canal, but lives will be saved because sewage
water will be drained from the city streets.
A culture is saturated with abuse,
neglect, and poverty, but a handful of people loved them everyday
anyway.
Jesus was nailed by his hands and his
feet to the cross, but his blood is strong enough, pure enough, holy
enough to wash away the sins of the world.
Jesus personifies a place where pain
meets beauty and where suffering meets purpose.
To the left were mountains, untouched
creation. To the right was the slums of Guachupita, a place where
hopelessness and sadness infiltrate the streets each and every day.
Between, we eleven Americans stood, holding the hands of the youngest
generation of Guachupita. It was the most powerful experience I have
ever had. God meets these people where they are.
He never ignores the lowest of the low, He runs
to
them.
The most beautiful
places in life always seem to be the toughest to get to.
