Hollywood Woke Moralizing Is the Pits
Watch CNN's Scott Jennings Shred This Dem's Take on Iran. It Was Embarrassing.
You Don't Own Me
Daily Beast Has a Desperately Deceptive Epstein Hit, and the BBC Appeases Dog-Hating...
The Abuse of Liberty Is As Dangerous As the Abuse of Power
Elitist 'Public' Broadcasting Defines 'Viewpoint Discrimination'
New York's Governor Seems Indifferent to the Health Consequences of a Steep Tax...
Why the Shield of the Americas Matters Now: Noem’s Latin American Visit Signals...
A Breakthrough Within Reach: Why Trump/Kennedy Should Lead on Psychedelic Medicine
Conversion Therapy Wins Big in SCOTUS
Indiana: The Crossroads of America — and the ‘Reproductive Justice’ Debate
A Republic, If Our Media Let Us Keep It
The Context Behind the Cardinal Being Denied Entry to One of Christianity’s Holy...
Celebrating 250 Years of Women’s Influence in America
Infinite Immigration Is the Law of the Land According to This Radical Judge
OPINION

FIRST-PERSON: Flowers amidst the ruble

The opinions expressed by columnists are their own and do not necessarily represent the views of Townhall.com.
FIRST-PERSON: Flowers amidst the ruble

ISHINOMAKI, Japan (BP)--The stench is terrible -- mud, organic decomposition, mold, death and destruction. The roads are muddy, sickly and smelly. I will never forget the sights and smells of Ishinomaki and the tsunami that has left its horrible mark.

Advertisement

In the manner of the Japanese, debris that has already been picked is neatly stacked along the narrow streets, waiting for proper disposal. This alone is a monumental task. Most of the block-long stacks stand 10 feet high and are at least four feet wide.

As we walk along the narrow, debris-lined streets, we see mile after mile of twisted metal, shredded wood, broken glass and crushed plastic. The sights don't change the farther we go. It seems like reruns of nightmares with little hope of waking up. Wrecked cars are stacked in piles, with mud acting as mortar to create walls -- hiding the broken remains of hurting lives.

We watch a small woman carry a two-gallon bucket of mud and debris from her home. During the last four weeks, she managed to clear her little yard. It's neat and tidy, even without the landscape of shrubbery and trees that certainly were a part of this traditional little home before the tsunami.

In the Japanese way, she carries her little bucket about 20 feet down the street to dump the contents in an "appropriate place" -- maintaining the integrity of the wall of debris. I don't think she would ever have considered dumping it anywhere else. Convenience would never have dictated where she deposited the bucket of mud. Japanese would only dispose of it in the "right" way.

We stop to visit with her, inquiring of her well-being and needs. She says she is managing and doesn't need help. She bows to thank us for inquiring of her situation. That's when we notice her little flower bed with pansies and petunias gaily dancing in the breeze. The contrast is so great, we comment on their beauty.

Advertisement

"My world is so ugly when I look at my neighborhood. I could not bear to see it anymore. The flowers give me pleasure," she says. "There is still beauty in the world -- somewhere."

This is a strong woman in Ishinomaki -- a woman who waits patiently for her world to change.

How do I help her see the beauty that is Jesus? How do I help her be strong and take heart, waiting patiently for something truly worthwhile?

Jesus could be the dancing face of pansies in the middle of the mud and wreckage that is Ishinomaki.

Naomi Paget is a fellow with the American Academy of Experts in Traumatic Stress. She is a Southern Baptist disaster relief specialist and a member of First Baptist Church in Bellville, Texas, who is helping train Japanese Baptists to respond to the crisis in their country.

Copyright (c) 2011 Southern Baptist Convention, Baptist Press www.BPNews.net

Join the conversation as a VIP Member

Recommended

Trending on Townhall Videos

Advertisement
Advertisement
Advertisement