Ndjerareou Journey

A Miraculous Moment

Every Christmas there’s a moment, while decorating the tree, when I come across a humble angle ornament.  A crack edged with yellowing glue and a chipped wing doesn’t diminish the value of this precious bit of glass. In fact, I’ll never forget the night or the desperate prayer of a homesick, eleven-year-old girl . .  .

“Swaziland was exotic but the primitiveness accosted my tender senses. The adjustments to my new surroundings were hardest on all of us at Christmas time. In the Southern Hemisphere December means summer, and this was just too difficult to get used to. I wanted a white Christmas! Our first steamy Christmas Eve, I was grumpy and frustrated. I stomped my foot and shot an angry prayer to God. I figured since he had gotten us into this mess, then he should do something about it! 

   ‘God,’ I pouted. ‘why can’t you make it feel more like home?’ Within seconds a huge gust of wind poured through our open windows, bringing our Christmas tree crashing down on the parquet floor, followed by a roar of cold rain pounding on our tin roof. Immediately my family all rushed into the living room to gather scattered ornaments and right the fallen tree. By the time we had salvaged our Christmas, we found ourselves shoulder to shoulder staring at the miracle before our eyes. A chill and fallen over the air with the darkened sky, and a hush fell over all of us as we saw the miracle in the backyard. Light sparkled off a crystal clear whiteness that covered the ground like a solid blanket. While we had been scurrying to save our possessions inside, it had hailed outside, covering the backyard with ice. Christmas! It was the first time God had shown up for me.  I was duly impressed, and admittedly a little spooked.”        Excerpt from Pieces of Glass.

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Ndjerareou means 'he who builds the road in Ngambai, Nate's tribal language spoken in Chad, Africa.

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And yet my loneliness provides a voice

In the space between wonder and wandering my soul speaks

The margin between exultation and despair is the place I reach out

The prayer to be heard becomes a longing to be understood 
The desire flows into rhythm and story flows out into the world

When the Lord spoke the world into being he created from the void 
From nothing he created life and beauty 
And it was good.

The divine spark of creativity is a gift 
Left over from the beginning of time

Yet the act demands that I enter into the void

The space between belonging and being lost

To listen to the wild call of the soul

To hear it echo in a silent space 
The one that bubbles up with bravery 
To think or dare to place your vision into the sea of life 
A call to from nothing into something

It is the imprint of the creator

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An offering to the divine 
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Grant me faithfulness to doggedly pursue the gift

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Speak truth in the darkness

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