I have walked the alleys of Happy Land twice since arriving to the Philippines…
And words do not justify how this cruel reality happens.
A dump…. A shelter?
I am puzzled.
Generations of rubbish… A home?
A pile of garbage… A crib for a suffering infant?
An aluminum kitchen island… A bed for a family of three?
This is their reality.
AND THIS IS NOT OKAY.
Lord, I found you amongst the heaps of trash. I know you walked these steps by my
side. Scavengers were praising
your name while washing their clothes in scrub basins. Your face was plastered on the dingy
walls. You were there but many of
your children were not.
your vision for Happy Land.
In the dark alleys your light was shining through. These
people are fighting to live but no one was coming to their rescue.
TROUBLED BY THE BROKEN CONDITIONS OF THIS HARSH WORLD. LET THEM TURN TO YOU IN
THEIR ANGUISH. GIVE THEM A NEW HEART TO LOVE LIKE YOU.
“My eyes fail from weeping, I am torment within, my heart is
poured out on the ground because my people are destroyed, because children and
infants faint in the streets of the city.” – Lamentations 2:11
frustration about my circumstances diminish to a mere nothing.
these people…
to go into battle and fight hard and courageously for the voiceless.
injustice?
