Postcard from Kathmandu 5

28 October 2009
Feet
To experience communion beyond the altar rail is both the blessing and the true joy of life…….
Kungee is an 11 year old boy with the nickname of little mouse….. A delightful child full of fun and very happy……. Yesterday I saw him sitting on his own looking limp and down……… I went over to him…. And a few others gathered round……. “Little Mouse” was sick… he’d not eaten dinner the previous night, nor breakfast, and had diarrhea (that’s how spell check corrected it)……
He could not lie down in his bed as all the beds were being stripped of bedding as the older boys were going to paint the dormitory…. (Asian Paints must be a legal way of disposing of chemical weapons!)………..
I took him off into one of the other dorms…. And he lay on the bare boards of another bed… I went and got him some water and he sat up and drank it….. then within  a few seconds…. Vomited…….
I’ve been here before with both Christian and Gabby… they too have received ‘medication’ from dad and have responded with vomiting….. And I found myself in the same place…… What a delight to discover that I love this child as I love my own Children……..
The older boys had to get on with the painting so I took “little mouse’ off to one of the classrooms and made up a makeshift bed on one of the desks…… The rest of the day was filled with busyness of 160 children moving rooms, bedding, all their possessions as teams of older boys got on with painting……. But he was always there…. Held in communion as we hold those we love the most….. I took him water a few times (usually accompanied by many little helpers) and then had to go into town for a meeting…. While there I bought some glucose and returned after dark to the school…… How unusual it was… for someone to come back… just to give a drink to one of the children…..
But he wasn’t just one of ‘the’ children……. He was one of ‘our’ children…. One of ‘my’ children, “my beloved with whom I am well pleased”………….
I walked back to my room that night knowing the fullness of love…. That which we experience at the altar rail….. knowing that love is not contained… nor described by even the most intimate of relationships…. It is as open as our hearts are to the wholes of creation…… What a gift…….. and a reality that is frightening…… a reality that puts at risk all that we have previously understood.
Little Mouse was felling much better today…………
And so am I.

Peace & Love Peter H

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