Gods Face

May 11 cont...

Another realisation...
As I drove past fields and fields of rice that the people working in them, I understood why the houses were so messy and disorganized – it’s because the owners work so damned hard!

Not long after that I got to see Gods face again.

The last time I saw Gods face in someone was in Wellington just before I left. I stopped to talk to the man with the bike (Colin) who sets up in Manners Mall and sings (albeit badly). As I talked to him, he was sitting on a chair looking up at me. I told him that I had noticed how much he had improved over the past six months.
He said Really? He then told me he'd been setting up and singing for over 10 years and that he gave all his donations to a Christian childrens fund. My comment then rang in my ears as patronising, however, the look on his face was so pure and unclouded by judgement or ego I felt like I was talking to God.

In the afternoon, there were gorgeous primary school children getting on and off the buses. I could see the bus drivers all enjoyed the children, chatting and laughing and asking them questions about their day.
At each of the stops there was usually someone waiting for them – either their farm worker mothers or grandparents.

At one stop, two little boys, they may have been twins, got off and as I watched out the window, I saw their grandmother and mother greet them. The mother was dressed in field worker clothes and had a baby strapped to her back but the look of absolute delight when her boys got off the bus could have been the loving glow of God himself being reunited with his beloved children.
I was moved and felt privileged to witness it.