Long before the bus made it’s way into the city dump the
stench had welcomed our squad into a whole new world and made it clear we had
arrived at our day’s place of ministry.
As I looked out the window I saw faces filled with dirt, I
saw miles of trash, and I saw beauty. Every man, woman, and child is beautiful.
My Father made them fearfully and wonderfully.
“Betty, you still want to behold my beauty?” asked the
Father. “Yes, Father. Your beauty compares to none other. I am changed there” I
answered. “Look all around you for here is my beauty” He answered.
In the middle of a city dump, where the human eye sees only
filth the Father continued to speak to me. “Here is my beauty. My house has no
structure. For I dwell not in buildings but in hearts. So my daughter look no
further behold My beauty here and love on my children”.
Since I was beholding His beauty I couldn’t help but to
worship Him in His temple. And to love on the ones He loves, feed the hungry,
and make His Truth known to the One who has also called them His own.
One thing I have desired of the Lord; that I may dwell in
the house of the Lord all the days of my life, to behold the beauty of the Lord
and to inquire in His temple. Psalm 27: 4
