I'm in the London heathrow airport with nothing but time. Airports are funny that way, so much chaos, so much boredom. I'm reflecting on my trip to South Africa and just beginning to feel the experiences seep into my heart. Sometimes when I see and feel so much and my heart and mind are stretched, I can't seem to experience it all real time. I have all these Polaroids in my mind that I slowly sift through and I keep learning new things and noticing different elements of each memory for months.
I saw new and powerful parts of nature and I felt the shear strength of God through it. I saw neighborhoods made of pinned up sheet metal and neighborhoods made of Newport Beach and diamonds. I battled with the exposure to my own blindness to racism and poverty in and around my life and country and was forced to recognize my previously decidedly apathetic response to it all. I saw advocates for the poor giving their lives for the cause of the rejected and was inspired in a irreversible way to the power of simply yet difficulty showing up and loving the other. We laughed ourselves into tears and stomach cramps in bumpy cars on the wrong side of the road with friends who have genius minds and benevolent hearts. What a week. More to come.