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Apr 20

Beauty Amid Sorrow

Posted on Wednesday, April 20, 2011 in Uncategorized

I woke up early. Snow, huh? It’s simply a series of atmospheric factors that create snow, but it’s a loving God that makes us see the beauty! There is no science of beauty. Thanks God! It’s BEAUTIFUL outside!

I kissed Amy, showered, dressed and left.

I drove to Caribou to write.  As I drove I had an unusual appreciation for how beautiful the world can be.

Sometimes It’s A Matter Of Perspective

Here it’s beautiful, elsewhere. It’s not so beautiful.

This picture is from Haiti.  It’s not beautiful, unless you looks past the rubble, and behind the camera.












Behind the camera is Steve Hanson, one of my heroes.  I admire Steve’s passion and compassion. For a couple of generations Steve has invested in people, here, there and everywhere his feet land.

Steve returned to Haiti last week to continue to invest in the people there.  Steve sees the beauty amid the sorrow of Haiti.  As a pastor at Church of the Open Door Steve represents Jesus and us as he serves and supports the Haitan people.

As Steve explains, “I love giving small business loans to the trusted and active poor with good income producing ideas. It is called Barefoot Banking at Open Door…Peanut, banana, meat and sewing vendors. They are earning about $1.00 per day. The loan will help then grow their business…if handled properly.”  Among the many things Steve did during the trip was business coaching for the local entrepreneurs that Open Door invests in.  Those loans represent hope and help without hand-outs.

“The saddest images in any city are the street children…They didn’t have a home, or a family before the quake…their life is probably better…there are more foreigners in town because of the quake relief…more spare change…I took girls shoe shopping…I probably paid too much! 2 girls are happy, so is a street shoe vendor.”






Their today was brighter,

but how about their tomorrow?






Watching a small naked boy walking around in post-earthquake Haiti, “I wondered about his chances for life.  His chances for a different tomorrow. A pretty glum wondering.

What came to me so clearly was something so different then what I expected…how grateful I was for where I was born…the chances I was given…all for free!

It was not my choice…my country, skin color, sex, parents, my faith…it was given to me…for free!

Then I wondered how I can take that free and grateful Spirit…and be generous…give it back, and assist the Ronnie’s of my life, who  were given different chances for free!”

This is Good Friday and Easter week, for me it’s a time of somber reflection and gratitude.

Years ago a song writer sang like many Haitans must have sung:
My God, my God, why have you abandoned me?
Why are you so far away when I groan for help?
Every day I call to you, my God, but you do not answer.
Every night you hear my voice, but I find no relief.
[Psalm 22:1-2]

I wish that life was pain-free, it’s not.
I wish that sorrow and sadness never entered in, they do.

Fortunately, on this week more than most I find incredible comfort — I feel less alone — knowing that Jesus Christ repeated those same sad, lonely words while he was crucified. And, I think to myself, “My God, my God you know how I feel.

This is mysilentscream.

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