Today I was visiting Wroclaw, Poland with my good friend Carol. We decided to take a few days of vacation and enjoy the sites and sounds of big city life. Wroclaw is a beautiful city with a unique style center. There is a wide variety of intricate and ornate building facades which seem to captivate my attention. The photographer’s heart within me is constantly frustrated by my apparent inability to capture the detail and intricacy of the various buildings that surround the center.
Like many old cities in Europe during the summer months the want-to-be artisans, musicians, artists, human statues of every type, shape and size had come to the center of Wroclaw to try their hand at their craft with hopes of making a bit of money on the side. In the nine years of living in Europe and the ten of traveling here I have seen and experienced just about every possible combination of art and talent or the lack thereof.
But today…something caught, no grabbed, and no captivated my attention. It wasn’t the living statue waving at the bashful little girls hiding behind their mother, nor the 50+ Harley Davidson motorcycle riders celebrating 35 years of their club in Wroclaw.
No it was something much more profound. PASSION! HOPE! BEAUTY NOT OF THIS WORLD! It was music that touched me so deeply; even now I could burst into tears. In the natural this simple woman in plain white jeans and red T-shirt, holding her white cane and playing background music from a small tape recorder was nothing to take notice of.
It was something about her voice that reflected the beauty of her creator. Her song seemed to follow me everywhere I walked in the city. It was as if every cell within her glorified the Lord.
I pray that I would worship my King with such PASSION, HOPE, and GRATFULNESS everyday.
Saturday, July 02, 2005
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
Time of Great Mourning
This week is a time of Great Mourning in Poland. It is difficult for those of us who are not Polish and not Catholic to fully understand the significance of the death of John Paul II. I was raised Catholic and I have been in relationship with Poland and its people for nearly 20 years, yet there are many aspects I can’t quite grasp. For days now I have been trying to find a symbol or a person or even a group of people that could possibly have the same significance for an American. I think that it would have to be a combination of people: George Washington – a man who had a significant role in birthing the nation. Abraham Lincoln – the man who held the country together in the difficult times of war. FDR – the leader who cared for the needs of the simple people. A man who was connected to the hearts of the people, he was the father of people’s hearts. Billy Graham – a great spiritual leader and guide. Martin Luther King Jr. – A man who spoke out against social injustice.
For many Polish people a big part of their heart has a huge hole in it. It doesn’t seem to matter if they are particularly spiritual or if they agree with the Catholic Church they LOVED Pope John Paul II. Because they know that He loved them. In the Catholic Church the Pope is referred to as the “Holy Father”, here in Poland John Paul was referred by some as “Tata” “Daddy”. To others he was their beloved Uncle and still others a friend.
This part of Poland was a place of special meaning to the Pope. He enjoyed walking, kayaking in the mountains in this area. The people here are especially connected to him. Even though the Pope John Paul II, the man, was quite old and very sick there are people here that have a difficult time believing that he would actually die and leave them.
It is like any death of someone near to us, it makes us acutely aware of our mortality and it heightens our spiritual needs. For many people the death of this great man of God has left them with a spiritual void that is difficult to describe, define let alone fill. In some ways it is similar to the spiritual void that existed in Japan at the end of WWII. It is different as the Church is still here, physically, but many people have lost trust and confidence in it apart from John Paul. I really feel that in the months ahead many people will be looking for spiritual answers. But it will take individuals in love and patience who can listen to the Holy Spirit and give honor to the heritage of the Catholic while pointing the way to Jesus, the answer.
As a missionary in Poland, the question is how do I support these people in their grief and help them to see Jesus, the ROCK of our salvation, who will never leave us. I pray that the Holy Spirit would give me the words that bring the life of Christ into the lives of those individuals who loved the Pope but never really knew his Lord.
Proverbs 3:3-6
For many Polish people a big part of their heart has a huge hole in it. It doesn’t seem to matter if they are particularly spiritual or if they agree with the Catholic Church they LOVED Pope John Paul II. Because they know that He loved them. In the Catholic Church the Pope is referred to as the “Holy Father”, here in Poland John Paul was referred by some as “Tata” “Daddy”. To others he was their beloved Uncle and still others a friend.
This part of Poland was a place of special meaning to the Pope. He enjoyed walking, kayaking in the mountains in this area. The people here are especially connected to him. Even though the Pope John Paul II, the man, was quite old and very sick there are people here that have a difficult time believing that he would actually die and leave them.
It is like any death of someone near to us, it makes us acutely aware of our mortality and it heightens our spiritual needs. For many people the death of this great man of God has left them with a spiritual void that is difficult to describe, define let alone fill. In some ways it is similar to the spiritual void that existed in Japan at the end of WWII. It is different as the Church is still here, physically, but many people have lost trust and confidence in it apart from John Paul. I really feel that in the months ahead many people will be looking for spiritual answers. But it will take individuals in love and patience who can listen to the Holy Spirit and give honor to the heritage of the Catholic while pointing the way to Jesus, the answer.
As a missionary in Poland, the question is how do I support these people in their grief and help them to see Jesus, the ROCK of our salvation, who will never leave us. I pray that the Holy Spirit would give me the words that bring the life of Christ into the lives of those individuals who loved the Pope but never really knew his Lord.
Proverbs 3:3-6
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