Green November and Unmarked Graves

After touring a bit last night, and confirmed this morning from my eighth floor hotel window, Bogota seems to bustle like any major North American city, with the usual amenities and extremities that mark modern life. And everything looks so green and vibrant. Yet, as my colleague Michael Watt warns, this modernity and health is planted onto a poverty and political conflict festering just beneath the surface. Today I link up to learn from grassroots LWR partners, peacemakers who will help me to understand some of the complexities and opportunities in our mission here. Tomorrow we actually launch out to see some of those projects. But to my ears so far, what gets in the way of human flourishing, what obstructs poor people working toward their own viability, I mean the sort of slaughter and reckless disregard for life, I've already heard about, just makes no sense. My question is Job's, (28:12): "But where shall wisdom be found? And where is the place of understanding?" Then verse 23, "God understands the way to it, and he knows its place." I wake this morning asking the Spirit to enlighten and lead this day on the path to understand more.

I'll keep you posted.

John