Sunday, July 3, 2016, 185/366
I love making postcards! Love it. Sometimes they just come together so perfectly.
Monday, July 4, 2016, 186/366
A massive ephemera sort to find the good stuff to go with these green postcards.
Tuesday, July 5, 2016, 187/366
Four more postcards!
Wednesday, July 6, 2016, 188/366
Circles and squares on the postcards today.
Thursday, July 7, 2016, 189/366
Peace. Praying for peace today.
Friday, July 8, 2016, 190/366
Mourning all the lost lives this week. It’s not so funny how these words from the 1980s U2 song “Mothers of the Disappeared” are so relevant today.
Saturday, July 9, 2016, 191/366
But let justice roll on like a river. -Amos 5:24
One of my most memorable moments in Nepal was when one of the women at the school grabbed my arm and held her arm up to mine. Her skin was warm and golden in the morning sun, if a bit chapped from living mostly outdoors. My skin was freckly from what little time I spend in the sun with a pinkish undertone and more than a little chubby. Roti didn’t speak many English words but I could tell that she very much wanted to say something important to me so I waited while she searched for the words. Finally she pointed to my skin and said, “White!” and then pointed to her skin and said, “Brown!” I looked up to her face and saw her pull her eyebrows together in concentration. Then she said, “White is better.”
I was shocked. Heartbroken. Devastated.
I wrapped my arms around her and said, “No! You are beautiful. You are loved by God and by me.” I didn’t want to leave without her understanding that I didn’t think that and that God didn’t think that.
And so I have carried this moment around inside of me for five years. It has changed me. It has made me see people with a different color skin than mine with more grace and more understanding. I hold fast knowing that we are all loved by our Creator and that “The arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends towards justice.”
