(This is from Kristin who was on the trip with us. She attended one of the Art Music Justice Concerts and sponsored a child that night. She is insightful, and it was great to have her on the trip with us.)
My calloused heart shattered Pieces of Gisanga reflected Open arms Running to embrace Innocence traced in each hand Grace bestowed Through a smile A love bound By eternity Honor given To unworthy vessel
As I step in the courtyard area, little arms of perfection run to embrace me. The calluses of my heart begin to peel away, layer by layer. A friend reminded me of a similar scenario in the Voyage of the Dawn Treader by C.S. Lewis. Aslan has to peel the layers of Eustace's dragon skin for him to become a boy again, The very first tear he made was so deep that I thought it had gone right into my heart. And when he began pulling the skin off, it hurt worse than anything I've ever felt. The only thing that made me able to bear it was just the pleasure of feeling the stuff peel off(Lewis 474-475). Eustace could only be useful for Aslan's purposes only after the layers of dragon skin were peeled off. The Lord broke me in that moment. A little girl who only knew me as her sponsor loved me unabashedly. A solitary chair was placed in the small barren room. The chair was for me. I was the honored guest. I had done no worthy deed to receive such honor. All of sudden my thoughts were flooded with God's grace. I had never understood before and now I had seen it firsthand. God, just like this little girl's family has given me the reserved seat of honor. Nothing I could do would give me the right to this beloved seat and yet God is motioning me to sit. His grace is so undeserved and so beautiful. Broken and callous free I am becoming.