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Saturday, June 28, 2008

Today I wandered throughout the local huge mall called just “El Super-Maxi” and explored the avenue where we live.  Mainly, El Super-Maxi is an American mall with KFC, McDonald’s Tony Roma’s, to name a few of the American companies present in this mall.  Most of the mannequins have skin as white as mine though most of the people here have much darker skin. I went to the Tony Roma’s, sipped a glass of Chardonnay and read from Vincent Donovan’s book Christianity Rediscovered.  When I read a passage in which the author recounts a Masai elder’s understanding of God’s work, I began to cry.  I was not weeping but a few tears came down my cheeks and I felt deeply deeply touched and relieved to cry. 

Why was I crying? I was very very touched by the image of God’s work the Masai offered.  God, according to this Masai elder, was like a lion hunting. All of the lion is involved in the hunt – ears, nose, legs, and the strength of the lion’s entire body. When the lion goes for the kill, in Masai lore, it embraces the victim with both paws and by killing it, incorporates it into itself.  Donovan calls this story “the Lion is God”.

And that got me to cry. Not that I myself spontaneously think of God as a lion but I like much within this image.  There is the lion’s strength, total dedication, a desire to become one, and a surprising reversal of how we Christians usually think that we eat God.  God, the lion, pursues and devours us.  God pursues us vigorously and wants to become one with us.  I have experienced enough of God’s pursuit to know that I sometimes feel hunted and killed and consumed.  Life ain’t all Kumbaya.   

Not living in the plains of Africa where I relate to lions, I later put this image into my own terms but long before I translated this image into my own terms, I was tearing up and felt very relieved to do so.   What I thought later is that God is constantly pursuing people in order to break down any barriers that prevent us from being in communion with each other – class, race, education, geography, ethnic identity.  I thought of how graced I feel to have been led to meet people here in Quito I never would have met without El Centro.  I sensed how El Centro brings together as friends so many middle and upper class Americans, young and old, well educated and not so well educated, with people living in 8 by 10 smelly rooms surviving on about $5 a day.  i see how we share our gifts with each other and that we never would know one another without God's work at El Centro.  God, the relentless hunting lion, pursues us to make us one.   

That is what the church project is all about – the slow but relentless pursuit of whatever prevents real communion between people, God, and all creation.  And God, the lion, according to one Masai chief, devours us so that we can become one with all that exists. 

To me, this image of God’s activity is worth a few tears.  And, writing as one who rarely cries, it feels very relieving.