space lizard
16-06-2007, 11:05 AM
The basic question here is, have you ever been reduced to a blubbering mess when witnessing something so pure and beautiful it made you feel like god was electrocuting you with love?
I have.
last year I travelled to a place called moshi with my wife. We were there to spend some time at an orphanage for African street children. When we arrived it was easter and we were told that all the children we odd to church that day. Now I have not been to church since I was a kid, My theory (even at the age of 12) was F*** that, God did not put me on the earth to listen to some old codger talk bollocks and fire and brimstone when I could be out playing football.
Anyway, back to the moment of beauty, why is the point of the post.
We wandered up to the church through muddy lanes and across muddy fields (It was the rain season), we were brought the by about 10 african kids from the orphanage. When we got in there, obviously we were the only 2 white people. But whatever to that. The mass went ahead and the children started singing "Jerico Jerico Jerico" "hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah" - over and over again.
I looked over at my wife and she was the same, tears streaming down both of our faces, I felt as if God was questionng my thankfulness for my life, and I was admitting guilt to every question. I felt positively evil and weaken. At that moment God was the most powerful force in the universe and he was towering over me in the voices of these children. At that point I felt something I will never feel again. I was left trembeling with tears streaming down my face.
www.amanikids.org
I have.
last year I travelled to a place called moshi with my wife. We were there to spend some time at an orphanage for African street children. When we arrived it was easter and we were told that all the children we odd to church that day. Now I have not been to church since I was a kid, My theory (even at the age of 12) was F*** that, God did not put me on the earth to listen to some old codger talk bollocks and fire and brimstone when I could be out playing football.
Anyway, back to the moment of beauty, why is the point of the post.
We wandered up to the church through muddy lanes and across muddy fields (It was the rain season), we were brought the by about 10 african kids from the orphanage. When we got in there, obviously we were the only 2 white people. But whatever to that. The mass went ahead and the children started singing "Jerico Jerico Jerico" "hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah" - over and over again.
I looked over at my wife and she was the same, tears streaming down both of our faces, I felt as if God was questionng my thankfulness for my life, and I was admitting guilt to every question. I felt positively evil and weaken. At that moment God was the most powerful force in the universe and he was towering over me in the voices of these children. At that point I felt something I will never feel again. I was left trembeling with tears streaming down my face.
www.amanikids.org