The Tarangire terrace inclusive service, 15 July 2012
Whatever is true, whatever is lovely, whatever is good, whatever is just, whatever is gracious, if there is any excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise, think on/do these things.
God's beloved people.
On our first Sunday here, we went to Ngateu Lutheran Church ( Christian worship), then a Muslim home off our friends, Saif and Farida, and shortly after, at dinner, we had a Jewish prayer/ grace, in Hebrew.
I really like that. It reminds me of my friend Rich Caemmerer's painting of Father Abraham with Moses, Mohammed and Jesus sitting on his lap.Right on. Very cool.
And then we go to Oldupai Gorge. I am always moved to be there ( And not only because of the fact that they are some of the few people i can feel technologically superior to.)
But, because that is most likely, almost for sure, that is the closest we will ever get to the beginning of us. That gets to me.
There are all sorts of images and pictures that bubble up in the juices of our minds, like a carbonated soda or a Serengeti beer.
The first look at Ngateu, the Sakina road, Doree's boma, Crispin and the orphan project, Khan's barbecue, sunset on the Serengeti, giraffes, lion in the tree, jumping/dancing with the Masai at elizabeth and Steven's at the Ngateu staff party, Tarangire's view - etc., etc.
For me , Oldupai and Abraham images embrace them all. I love that image of Father Abraham. I kind of live from and out of images. That image of Moses and Mohammed and Jesus on the lap of Abraham, I want to share with the world. In a small way, for awhile, we were there - sitting on the lap of Father Abraham
Then we go to Oldupai Gorge. When I go there, I'm always somewhat disappointed in the lecture I hear there. what could I do with that crowd, I wonder ? ( I can't help it, I'm an old preacher). and I'm not very interested in the gift shop. I do two things there - i go straight to the cast of our earliest footprints and look into the gorge. That image of Abraham, bursts like a painting of light on a classroom wall to include all peoples from way back to the beginning to now and into all tomorrows.
My imagination strains to see and feel and wonder what it would be like to walk beside Mama Lucy?
And we have been there!!!
I do not pretend to explain all these experiences we've shared, I cannot put into words the images in our minds and cameras, but there is some hint, some glimpse, some pulse, some quiet --WHATEVER- that is close to the heart of creation.And it seems to me to be good, true, just, lovely and gracious. And I am greatful that I was along to share it with you. DIN