I will never be able to get these images out of my mind – the exhausted faces, the soldiers behind darkened glass at the checkpoint or just right in your face with their machine gun hanging casually at their hip, the cries for help and compassion created out of paint and heartache. I don’t want to get these images out of my mind. We see you; we love you; we pray for you; we work for you.
In the midst of wonder, there is God. In the mess of reality, there is God.