Shades of Gray from Grayson Co, TX #770 – HAUNTING IMAGES?

haunting

As a photographer of many years, I have my favorite images that I have taken. I have even recorded some of them with a camera.

This one constantly haunts me. It was taken on a “mission” trip to India. I went there to work as a photographer in several orphanages. After three or four days of sitting at a luxurious hotel in Southeastern India, I grew impatient with not ever getting to one of these supposed orphanages.

I confronted and complained to the sponsor I had traveled with and was told that there were no orphanages, it was all a scam, a facade, a ghost of a way for someone to line their pockets.

I was taken to my knees by the realization that I had been lied to, that it was all smoke and mirrors. I felt like such a part of the whole scheme. Feeling dirty and ashamed, I grabbed my little Leica and left the compound of luxury. Something we were warned not to do.

Right as I stepped out of the locked walls this Indian women was there in the beauty of her orange Sari sweeping the street against a huge blue metal building.

I remember thinking why is she here sweeping a road? As I asked myself that question, she turned and glared over her shoulder and I heard her asking “and what are you doing here?”

So what am I doing here?     monos en theos…†…jim

Photo of Da day @ Da Pine #325

“Sometimes I would like to ask God why He allows poverty, suffering, and injustice when He could do something about it.”“Well, why don’t you ask Him?”“Because I’m afraid He would ask me the same question.”…..AnonymousI read this quote once before in Richard Stearns’ book A Hole in the Gospel. It hit me like a kick in the groin, but a choose to ignore it and go on about my life. Kind of just like I did after spending some time with these orphaned kids in India. Somebody ought to do something about this!Yesterday, I was in the start of a new read Barefoot Church by Brandon Hatmaker and I got a second kick. How long will I ignore it this time?Sometimes you deserve a kick in the groin while cruising along on your comfortable journey, you’ve earned it. ††††††††††††††††nada te turbe††††††††jim

via Photo of Da day @ Da Pine #325.

Photo of Da day @ Da Pine #325

“Sometimes I would like to ask God why He allows poverty, suffering, and injustice when He could do something about it.”

“Well, why don’t you ask Him?”

“Because I’m afraid He would ask me the same question.”…..Anonymous

I read this quote once before in Richard Stearns’ book A Hole in the Gospel.  It hit me like a kick in the groin, but I choose to ignore it and go on about my life. Kind of just like I did after spending some time with these orphaned kids in India. Somebody ought to do something about this!

Yesterday, I was in the start of a new read Barefoot Church by Brandon Hatmaker and I got a second kick. How long will I ignore it this time?

Sometimes you deserve a kick in the groin while cruising along on your comfortable journey, you’ve earned it. ††††††††††††††††nada te turbe††††††††jim

Photo of Da day @ Da Pine #217

You don’t know my city or the dusty streets where I live 
You don’t know my name; you don’t know ME.
You have your own troubles, your OWN world – why should I be in it?
 Your world is school and homework; TV and music; shopping and friends
 You are concerned about your grades, your weight and your Mum nagging you to clean up your bedroom
 And will she buy those designer jeans you must have for the Party on Saturday night.
 You are looking forward to your holiday in America and leaving school to get that job you’ve always wanted.
My world is hard, unloving, unfair, …worse 
I don’t have any designer jeans, just this one, dirty, threadbare dress
 I have never been to school; I’ve never read a book 
I have no Mum to nag me, or care for me – she died three years ago
 I have no bedroom to keep tidy, because I have no home.
I’m concerned about where I will sleep tonight – will the Policeman wake me up, beat me up, lock me up, worse…? 
I’m concerned about my aching, empty stomach
 I’m not well – I have a disease I can’t spell and no medicine to treat it 
I have nothing to look forward to…
Except an early, lonely death from a disease my underfed body could not resist.
They call me beggar, thief, worse…
They look at me with hate in their eyes, then chase me away – what have I done?!
You see my picture in your newspaper and on your TV screen, but you turn away 
You don’t see ME!
I AM in your world – OUR world.
 I am also aboard spaceship earth, but you are a rich passenger and I am a poor one
 You CAN understand my world: ask questions, find answers, find ME! 
Will you try? It might help you make sense of your own world.
What’s my name?
 MY name is Street Child of India.

“Whenever you are in doubt, or when the self becomes too much with you, apply the following test:

Recall the face of the poorest and weakest man whom you may have seen and ask yourself if the step you contemplate is going to be of any use to him. Will it restore him to control over his own life and destiny? In other words, will it lead to community for the hungry and spiritually starving millions?

Then you will find your doubts and your self melting away.”
Mahatma Gandhi

From Fristha Childrens Village, India

Let your doubts and self melt away on your journey†††nada te turbe†††jim

Photo of Da day @ Da Pine #198

“When you capture a child’s smile

I believe you are capturing a bit

Of the joy of life

The innocence

In laughing eyes!

When you capture a child’s smile

Genuine and real

Not some made up hollywood version

Of childhood

You remember the love

Jesus had for the children

And you cry the tears

For all those who experienced

Childhood lost.

When you capture a child’s smile

You are capturing

Genuine joy.”

Copyright Michelle R Kidwell

This image of this young girl made in India lingers in my mind and brings  me comfort from what was otherwise not a good experience. I don’t know if I would say I “captured” this smile. It was more that it was given to me as a gift that I still cleave to my heart.

My you receive many gifts on your journey††††††nada te turbe†††jim

Photo of Da day @ Da Pine #97

If you have ever had the experience of riding in a car (or driving, YIKS) in rush hour (like any time of the day) in India, only then can you appreciate this young lady’s calm demeanor. I was in a taxi and was actually hoping that the heat would kill me so I could avoid the trauma of a car crash. She was calmly looking around behind her. It was a brief moment when I had my eyes open so I took a quick image…..enjoy….nada te turbe…..jim

Photo of Da day @ Da Pine #77

“Whoever welcomes this little child in my name welcomes me; and whoever welcomes me welcomes the one who sent me. For it is the one who is least among you all who is the greatest.”
Luke 9:47-49……….So who are you welcoming, touching, feeding……..reach out, there is a whole lot of hurt out there……….nada te turbe… …jim