Today we walked around a “squatter” neighborhood. For those unfamiliar, this is a neighborhood for people who are from a different part of the Philippines and have been forced to move because of guerrilla fighting or some other reason. I suppose is much like being a refugee in your own country. They flood in an find homes in any way possible.
As I sit, and as I type, I have that familiar lump in my throat. The one that you get when encounter pure love, or see pure suffering, or in some cases both. I type letters and string them together to form words, then I delete them. They seem small. The small lump in my throat has expanded its territory and has set its sights on my chest. How can I show you what I feel.
I wonder if Jesus had this feeling? “Abba Father, how will we show them?”
and maybe…
He was with God in the beginning. Through him all things were made; without him nothing was made that has been made. In him was life, and that life was the light of all mankind. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.
One day we will all walk hand in hand, the squatters, the slaves, the poor, the sick, and the darkness will not overcome us.
