When I see transformation of soil and souls it makes me hunger for more.
The sight of calloused hands and glowing smiles reminds me this is possible and not only here in Matara but in so many theres. Because seeing it happen becomes a catalyst in believing transformation can keep happening in communities across The Great Continent.
Deep change isn’t so illusive or impossible. I’ve seen it happen with my own astigmatism-ridden eyes. I’ve also witnessed the accompanying agonies – coming empty, coming afraid to hope, coming with plastic sacks not even full to try and begin again. To begin something you’ve never before seen – almost sure you’ll fail and move on soon.
But I’ve seen people try it anyways – plowing fields and filling them one seed at a time, building huts low to the ground where their high hopes sleep at night. I’ve watched them make roads in red hard dirt that someday their neighbors will walk on with them. I’ve seen them battle bouts of malaria, find a spring of clean water for drinking and even get cows along with the first taste of warm milk.
And slowly, season by season, a vibrant community grows from the soil. Nothing is empty anymore. Abundance clothes their fields. Children live past five and attend school and achieve hight marks. No one digs tiny graves anymore in Matara. People find their full height in the larger mountainous community; they offer their wisdom, diligence, friendship and hospitality.
Once you’ve seen this you know transformation is possible anywhere. And when you’ve seen it you can’t unsee, you can’t unknown. Transformation is unstoppable for those who’ve tasted and seen God’s goodness to this community of Matara.