Nothing is Too Bad, Too Broken, Or Too Lost

 

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Considering that as a child he was sexually abused in Papua New Guinea by the tribesmen his parents lived and worked among, with him in tow. Further on, if I am not mistaken, there was also abuse in a boarding school, and then his marriage almost disintegrated later in life when he had an affair with his wife’s best friend. His wife knew nothing of the horrors of his early life, ghosts rising up later in life to haunt and break him. He wrote…

There is not anything so bad that God can’t grow something in it.
There is not something so broken, that God can’t heal it.
And there is nothing so lost that He doesn’t know where it is.
(Paul Young)

The news article began with….

“More than 2.2 billion people worldwide are “either near or living in poverty,” says a recent UN report. The gap between the poor and rich is wide: the 85 richest people in the world have the same wealth as the 3.5 billion poorest. – Quarter of world population ‘either near or living in poverty’ – UN”

The article has a picture of a young girl with a sifter, sifting a few grains of rice out of the road sand, where it was spilled by a humanitarian food shipment to Gao, Mali, West Africa.

I will never forget the day I first witnessed something like this, in Abengourou, Ivory Coast, 1995. I was walking down the back dirt streets, and there she was, just ahead of me, feebly getting into the ditch. As I approached, I could see this beautiful elderly lady was picking up potato peels someone had discarded. I greeted her as I passed, and she looked up at me in surprise, with her one remaining front tooth clearly visible in that huge smile. She greeted me in return, and I could see the embarrassment begin to settle on her humble face, though she tried to hide it, at having a white westerner see her scavenging in a ditch.
Of course I began crying after I passed by.
Everyone does the first time you see such things.

I am ashamed that anyone must do this to get by- things like sifting a few rice grains out of road sand, or salvaging potato peels from ditches.

Images like this haunt me and have broken me somewhere deep inside, because they throw the worst the world has to offer humanity, smack…. right in the face, and asks you,

“What are you going to do about it?”

Good question! Hopefully we discover some incredible personal answers. Solutions that mean little girls no longer have to sift rice grains from road dirt, or grandmothers no linger pick potato peals from ditches.

I live life in Canada, and Africa, with this kind of hope, and, like Paul Young,  I have come to believe it is true. I’ve seen Paul’s words come true…..

There is not anything so bad that God can’t grow something in it.
There is not something so broken, that God can’t heal it.
And there is nothing so lost that He doesn’t know where it is.
(Paul Young)

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