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    Wisdom from Waste

    March 23, 2016

    by Tim Magwood, West London Alliance Church

    My name is Tim Magwood and I am from West London Alliance Church. After our team visited the dump on Wednesday, I was having trouble gathering my thoughts into standard words and paragraphs. As I tried to write I decided that lyrics might be easier to work with rather than words because having to rhyme words would guide the specifics but I could still decide on the ideas I wanted to focus on. This is what resulted from it.

    When I got off the plane, I stepped into the desert
    They said it’s not gonna rain, that they hoped my stay was pleasant
    But little did I know and little did I hear
    How big of a surprise was about to appear 

    We went to the market to get food for the poor
    I had no idea what could be in store

    As we approached, struck first by the smell
    Preparing to enter into a living hell
    No door to knock on, didn’t have to ring a bell
    I can’t help but wonder how some of them fell 

    I spoke to some, prayed for them too
    Gave them some food and received a thank you
    And through these words I experienced something new
    Who knew this simple phrase could cleave my heart in two 

    So now here I sit, maybe someday I’ll stand
    Hoping to somehow become a better man
    I do not have much but I’ll give what I can
    To think that I came here concerned about a tan 

    While it is broken, some see a sliver of hope
    They say that there’s a God, but did I see him? Nope.

    That is until I ran into a man named Juan
    He looked wise as an owl, gentle as a fawn
    A lesson to teach, a purpose to share
    Question his words, I did not dare 

    I will never forget the words that he said
    As they echo around inside of my head
    He looked in my eyes and said “God’s a good friend”
    Shouldn’t he think God an enemy instead? 

    Why isn’t he angry in his circumstance?
    He’s fallen so far, lost in life’s dance
    I looked at him then, with holes in his pants
    How in such poverty, could he give God a chance?

    And then I saw it, the joy on his face
    Only possible from a touch of God’s grace
    So here I am, in this place
    Feeling like I’m just taking up space 

    I do not know how I’ll sleep tonight
    Knowing that so much is not right
    In this world and in our community
    We start to struggle with a sense of unity 

    I’ve learned a new truth
    To be grateful with anything
    And even in my youth
    Keep worshipping the one true King 

    A valuable lesson, one that needs to be heard
    An anti-depressant, bringing joy through the Word 

    But if it brings joy, then why do I feel
    This negative emotion, enough to make me reel
    These people don’t know when they’ll get their next meal
    I don’t understand, how can this be real 

    While there you choke on the smoke
    While you think of how broke
    These people are, the world is, this must be a joke
    So as I sit here and stoke, ponder and poke
    At this idea 

    If God is love and reigns from up above
    Inspiring and empowering with a push and a shove
    Bringing this world’s people peace like a dove
    It is God’s amazing power that I am speaking of 

    Then why is this world broken
    So many desperate and smoking
    Looking for answers in a buzz or a high
    Hoping that someday they’ll grow wings and fly

    Fly like a bird, like a fish in the sea
    How can God use a little kid like me? 

    I’m just trying to make it through school
    At the same time trying to act cool
    Never thought of myself as his tool
    Always catching myself acting like a fool 

    Trying to live up to expectations
    While maintaining all of my relations
    Looking at James chapter one twenty seven
    But to get it in context you should start at verse eleven

    It speaks of religion, pure and undefiled
    While we sit at home getting our hair styled
    We get so worked up and extremely riled
    While they work so hard where garbage is piled 

    There is a sense of them spying as we sit here reclining
    A definite prying and continuing trying
    Compassionately colliding the un-Christ-like inclining
    Combating the crying of a generation hopeless and dying 

    A simple truth I learned
    It came like a knife
    I know my friend Juan
    Has changed my life

    Comment

    On Thursday, March 24, 2016, Barb Ruttle said:

    Thank you for your honesty. You will always have these memories to remind you. Placed there by God. May He bless you and those around you.

     

    On Thursday, March 24, 2016, Colleen said:

    Heart breaking, life changing experience! May God use your ministry there to win hearts for Him. You'll never forget, I know, and may the Lord give you guidance in what lies ahead for you. Tender hugs and prayers, Auntie Colleen

     

    On Thursday, March 24, 2016, Dorothy Doggart said:

    Thank you Tim with all my heart.....you have truly seen the Lord.

     

    On Thursday, March 24, 2016, Diane Young said:

    These words and thoughts are amazing Tim! Thanks for sharing your heart and experience so honestly. I love the photo of you praying for someone, and I appreciate that you were willing to be the hands and feet of Jesus in Peru. Blessings to you!

     

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