We got out of our jeep, slowly trying to find our legs again after having been crammed for hours in a small space with potholed roads that you are not sure your jeep will find its way out of.
I thought I had prepared my heart for what I would see. After all, I had watched the international news. I had seen the pictures of the villages completely destroyed in the massive earthquake in Nepal.
Pictures on the news translate very differently when your eyes connect with your heart, and you see. You really see. I had to remind myself to breathe when I saw the destruction. When I saw a village reduced completely to rubble.
We ascended a hill and saw a crowd of people. They had heard we were coming.
This was holy ground. I almost felt I needed to take off my shoes as we walked on the holy ground of suffering.
When the earth shakes, and the walls of safety we have built around our lives crumble, the rubble can become holy ground. The ground where we question. The ground where we fear. The ground where we wonder how we will ever rebuild. But also the ground where we have to find hope among the ruins.
The people were gathered beside the flattened rubble of a building. A building which was their church. A church which now held the bodies of eight church members buried inside.
I sat among them on this holy ground. I saw the deep terror in their eyes when a large aftershock shook the ground we were sitting on. Not only were we among the rubble, the ground was still shaking.
Seasons in our lives can begin to feel like this. In a second everything seems to come crashing down. And sometimes it feels like the ground may never stop shaking.
Ten years before that moment, I had come to Nepal for the first time. God called me to love that country and learn to speak their language. To live there for different seasons. And for this moment, God brought me back to this place. To sit in the rubble.
I opened my mouth and spoke in their language. I spoke simple words of Hope. I reminded them that they had not been forgotten. That God loved them. That we loved them.
Then we prayed. And as we prayed, the hope found on that holy ground came. When you pray in Nepal, everyone prays at the same time. The people who had lost everything truly poured out their hearts before God. It was the most raw and honest prayer time I have ever experienced.
As they poured out their hearts, they begin to lift their hands.
As they lifted their hands, one phrase began to be repeated over and over. Dhanibhad Jesus, thank you Jesus.
As they prayed, they somehow found hope in the rubble.
With tears streaming down my face, I found hope too. Not answers as to why, but hope in Who is the unshakable foundation.
Then, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed one piece among the rubble.
It was the cross that had stood on the top of the church.
It was still found there, among the rubble.
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Jenn Hand says
Friends just want to say I am so honored to join you here today . I am sorry if I am unable to respond to comments , I am en route to Haiti today . But I wanted you to know I am praying for you . I am praying for you if you are in middle of earth shaking moments . I am praying for you if you wonder where God is in the ruins . You are not forgotten by God .
Joanne Peterson says
Dear Jenn,
Thank you for writing the post today. It doesn’t matter if you are able to answer. I see God all over my life. When I find I may be in a position of ruins, from God’s faithfulness from my past, I find He is still the same. I may not always know what to do, but He does make the situation different in my eyes because He is living and active in my life.
Right now, my daughter needs prayer, she has bounced from one abusive relationship to another, this one she is in now, the man is terribly physically abusive as well, and she is pregnant, in a woman’s shelter, and wanting to go back to living with him and his family. The family is terribly abusive. Jesus will need to do a change in her heart, protect her, her child, and change the family. and the father of her child.
Thank you for your prayers. Praying fr you while you go to and serve in Haiti.
Blessings,
Joanne
Jenn Hand says
About to board plane but wanted you to know I am praying Joanne
Joanne Peterson says
Thank you! I know Jesus is in charge, but when it is your child, it is still hard to watch. Blessings, Joanne
Donna m. says
Jenn, Thank you for your post. I was so touched and moved by your words. My son just returned from Haiti….God bless you and keep you safe on your trip. I will be praying. Hugs
Beth Williams says
Joanne,
Prayers for your daughter. I pray God will open her eyes to the abuse and the harm it could cause the child. I pray she will be safe and find solace in God and her loving family!
Joanne Peterson says
Thank you so much Beth. I trust God, deeply trust Jesus to do the work He has promised. But, watching the abuse and being cut off from contact is very hard to watch, to read the e-mails, especially when a baby is involved. It is only through His intervention this will change. Hugs for you Beth! Joanne.
Wendy Speake says
This is just beautiful and so applicable. There is always some form of rubble in our daily livess, and in the lives of our neighbors, family and friends. Let us learn to cry “Thank You, Jesus” with lifted hands.
Traveling mercies today.
Katie Reid says
So happy to see you here today Jenn! Thank you for reminding us of the hope that He can bring—even on top of a heap of rubble. May God continue to use you to extend His love to those who find themselves among ruins. Your smile lights up the room, His love through you lights up the world.
Susan G. says
This gave me such a different perspective of really ‘seeing’ the needs and the hearts of the Nepalese. And ‘seeing’ we are all ‘one’ in Jesus. Thanks so much for this awesome piece.
Bless you as you bless others!
KristinHillTaylor says
I love you and your heart to serve. Thanks for sharing some of your perspective here. xoxo
Beth Williams says
Jenn,
Thanks for a great post! I am in the middle of some “rubble” if you will. My aging father is not doing well. He’s not eating, drinking, has lost a lot of weight, lethargic, psych issues. Right now I am the only one who can take care of Him with the aid of Assisted Living. One sister and her husband are dealing with a health issue of their own. Prayers for us all around!
I do have some hope in that I get to see my dad’s NP today & find out what can be done for him!
Blessings 🙂
Joanne Peterson says
I shall be praying for you. I’ve experienced this care taking of family. It’s takes physical, mental, emotional, and spiritual energy. Praying something can be done for your father, is a productive meeting.
Marty says
Blessed to read this words. Our neighbor’s daughter lives and works in Nepal, and experienced that earthquake. Thank you for reminding us that there’s hope in the rubble.