The Cup Of Silence


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October 16, 2007, 11:32 am
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Sarajevo to Munich, Munich to London, London to Chicago, and Chicago to Des Moines. Ah…Des Moines. It feels good to be home.

I have a lot to do in this next few weeks. A lot to think about. I am still processing my experiences in Sarajevo. Still reconnecting with people I haven’t seen.

I will write more, and post some video. For now, I want to talk about this picture of a leaf. I saw this leaf on the ground in Sarajevo, and was reminded of this passage from John 12:

23And Jesus answered them, saying, “The hour has come for the Son of Man to be glorified. 24“Truly, truly, I say to you, unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains alone; but if it dies, it bears much fruit.

25“He who loves his life loses it, and he who hates his life in this world will keep it to life eternal.

26“If anyone serves Me, he must follow Me; and where I am, there My servant will be also; if anyone serves Me, the Father will honor him.

More to come soon.



The Cracks
October 3, 2007, 6:24 pm
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It splinters from a single impact, increasing its reach across the whole pane of glass.

Some of our neighbors here are a family from a small village. They moved to Sarajevo to find work. They have little to no money, as jobs are scarce. Two days ago, they were blessed with the birth of their third child. As the new child was making his way towards the doctors hands, the staff encouraged our neighbor with the words “push, you heap of shit.” Whats worse, it didn’t even phase the one pushing. She has heard it all her life. Whats one more “heap of shit” to a poor Bosnian woman from an unknown village?

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I don’t know if Bosnia is the most forgotten country in the world, but it sure isn’t getting the attention it used to. As far a social status is concerned, Romas are at the bottom here. They are gypsies who beg, steal, and dig through garbage bins for food. Their parents pass on these traditions to their children.

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I’ve been reading Philippians this past week. In chapter two, Paul talks about others, and how we should regard them as more important than ourselves, just like Christ did for us. This City is beautiful. It is full of rich traditions, wonderful architecture, and people. Yes people. Humans who were knit together in their mother’s womb. Maybe they were born to a poor family, from a small village. Maybe to parents who pass their helplessness on to their children. Or perhaps they were born to the corrupt politician, who pockets war relief money to buy a new Hummer. All imago Dei.

Bosnia has cracks. They started small. They have gotten bigger. I have cracks too. What will it take to heal?