Heavy Glory & the Throne

As we drove alongside the enormous mountain of garbage, fires lit and smoke obscuring the figures of human beings searching for trash, my eyes filled. We got out and walked alongside the mountain, sunlight filtering through the clouds and soot, children one by one grabbing our hands until we arrived at the church, literally at the foot of the trash mountain. The ladies and kids inside were singing a lively song of praise to God and we joined in singing, all the while smoke mixed with sunlight poured in the doors and into our nostrils. God's presence was so heavy in that place that I could be convinced that the smoke was actually a glory cloud, evidence of His presence there amongst the poor.

A part of our group scaled the mountain taking the Good News with them and inviting children to the program at the church. The rest of us stayed at the church with two or three on our laps soaking in the love. One little girl found me and attached herself almost immediately, running as she came. We sang the song "let it rain" and my little one was crying, tears rolling down her cheeks and a small shutter in her chest. As we sang she nestled her body into me, resting her head and face in my neck and was peaceful. There are no words.

Lightning and color surround Your throne
The song of angels crying holy
We join the heavenly chorus
Every creature singing the Song of the Lamb