Dirty Feet
To begin to understand a culture in the slightest, one must enter into it. Breathe it's air. Get dirty in it's soil. Smell the atmosphere within which it exists. It won't come out of a book or an Anderson Cooper special. It will come from holding the hand of a child and staying in the hut of a family. It won't come from a tourist trip, because on tourist trips you don't drink the water. It won't come from arrogance or thinking that my culture is superior in any way at all. But it will come from valuing everyone as better than yourself. It will come on a cot. In thatch huts. On dirt roads. Out of a backpack. Eating the food. Communicating with your hands and with facial expressions. Humbly entering in as a foreigner and asking for acceptance as you stumble with grace. In order to understand a fully ethnic, global God, one must seek these things out. This is where I've found revelation to live. When my feet are dirty, I am just beginning.
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painternz says:
I like the dust on your feet.
You're obviously on an incredible journey.
posted Jun 30