Many see rubbish, I see redemption waiting, longing, yearning to happen.
I’ve been in the tin shack brothels built on burning rubbish heaps and sewage laden mud the last few days dodging fights. I have been in hovels and slums pleading with drunk, volatile family members to release our 3 newest treasures. Precious little girls ages 3, 7, 12 slept safely in my room last night. For the first time in their little lives they were tucked in, prayed over and blessed into sweet dreams all night long.
They woke confused why the rain was not coming inside the house this morning, how they were still warm and dry. Their bright faces signaling the dawn of a new day. My heart longs for the rest here: 3 are coming home today, we only have a few million to go.
My friend Angela Greenig says, “To the world you may be just one person but to one person you may just be the whole wide world.” That statement has never been truer than it is here right now.
I know many look on the very places of destruction I love to spend time at and wonder why. What can be done with the broken shards of dreams and futures? What can be done with shattered hearts and lives stuck in the cesspools of life? It is all so overwhelming, risky and depressing. Wouldn’t you rather be sipping Starbucks in a cafe somewhere?
Maybe I have mosaic lenses. I see brokenness as an invitation for beauty. I see shattered shards of hopes and dreams as pieces just waiting to be collected, polished and placed into mosaic canvases expectant for expression. Maybe the glass will never be a mirror again as it once was, but it can be transformed into something more than it could have ever been before it was broken. It can become a masterpiece of grace.
So if you ask me WHY I like back alley ways, brothels and trash heaps so much, my answer is because Jesus does. He loves making mosaics in the mud, bringing beauty out of brokenness and so do I. I believe His love makes mosaic dreams come true.