By Amanda Petersen
I was in a leper colony.
Sitting in a big wood box. Kind of like a bird house.
Next to a man with no hands, no tongue, no toes.
Sitting in his own excrement.
His face looks like it’s melting off.
A few of us sit next to him. We put our hands on his shoulder, his knee. We sing to him and pray over him.
He doesn’t know English. Tears come.
He continuously looks up to the roof.
His face is one of desperation.
More tears.
His head drops into what would be his hands.
Tears.
More looking up to the roof.
He doesn’t know what we are saying.
The look that I saw in that man’s eyes was a reflection of my heart. It gave face to how my inner being cried out, and still cries out, to Christ.
I can’t shake this memory because I don’t want to.
I have so many questions about that man’s heart – his heart as in the heart that we name as the core of us that is in relationship with God.
I left there with a seed growing with the understanding that relationship and worship and salvation and spirituality and religion and truth and beauty oftentimes look a whole lot different than I would ever expect them to.
Who was he looking to when his eyes went to the roof? What came over him that brought those tears? Did that man not know Christ? Did he not have a relationship with him that blows our American perspective of relationship out of the box?
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Amanda is a former editor of Wrecked and currently lives and works at Open Door Community in Atlanta, Georgia.