So,
I get to drive around a lot and I love to look at old buildings, particularly
out in the country. As I drive by I think about who might have built it. I
wonder what it was like when it was new. I imagine a young family, excited to
begin a life together in their new house. I envision the proud owner of the new
hotel opening up for business near the thriving train station. And then I look
at the old worn out building and wonder what happened. What happened to the
hopes and dreams, what happened to the people?
I
have started thinking about people the same way lately. When I see an old man
sitting under a bridge in the cold, or a young woman walking down the street at
night, or a child looking through the garbage for a meal, or just a guy, worn
out by life, I wonder about them. Certainly they are some mother’s son, some
father’s daughter. Could they be someone’s brother or sister? Do they have
their own sons or daughters, or grandchildren?
What
happened to their hopes and dreams?
Unlike
buildings, people cannot be boarded up or torn down. People are made in the
image of God. People in the most horrible circumstances still have hopes and dreams.
People in desperate circumstances desperately need to be restored to life
through infinite grace, love, and mercy. And I am pretty sure that is one of the reasons we are here….
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