angel?

How Beautiful the hands that served
the wine and the bread and the sons of the earth.
How beautiful the feet that walked
the long dusty roads and the hills to the cross.

   today did not happen how it was suppose to happen. i woke up when the bus i catch
was leaving...somehow i missed hearing my alarm. in a fluster, i dressed (while
screaming and crying in my head) in five minutes and was at the bus within another
five for the next one.

How beautiful the heart that bled
that took all my sin and bore it instead
How beautiful the tender eyes
that chose to forgive and never despise

   ironically, i still made it to work on time. today was orientation day-- and yes, if you
are thinking, "shouldnt that have been your first week at work?", you are correct.
there are two other interns who started today, so my orientation was on hold till they
arrived... so i am now oriented with all three of my buildings!

How beautiful the radiant bride
who waits for her groom with His light in her eyes
how beautiful when humble hearts give
the fruit of pure lives so that others may live.

   delving into more background training for my research in the afternoon, my
supervisor said i could leave when i finished... so i ended up on the bus earlier than
usual, hitting a packed bus. i literally stepped on the bus and wondered where i could
hold on! as the bus driver kept stopping, i shifted further back. at one point an elderly
lady offered me the empty seat beside her. denying her a few times, her persistence
got me to sit down beside her. as i sat there, we both had a "lets make a comment"
moment. at the same time, i complimented her bag and she commented on the great
weather. it was obvious a conversation between us was meant to be.

How beautiful the feet that bring
the sound of good news and the love of the King.
How beautiful the hands that serve
the wine and the bread and the sons of the earth.

   as i sat there talking to this lady, i was awed with how quickly i respected her. she
mistook me for a high schooler (whats new?!) but somehow turned it into a
compliment in how my personality keeps meyoung-looking. as i went on to explain
briefly my social work background, i could tell she was truly soaking in my words
and her compliments where overflowing. refocusing the attention, i asked her about
herself and found a lady who wasnt afraid to be completely real. every part of her
beamed with the love of Christ. she boldly (yet respectfully) stated her faith at one
point, but there was no doubt of her faith from the very beginning. in everything she
did, she praised the Lord. to have such a faith that it's revealed in every sentence
coming out of your mouth! to have such the boldness to say "what is your name? i
ask because i will be lifting up your name in prayer tonight that God may bless you
and his countenance be upon you"

How beautiful,          
how beautiful,          
how beautiful
is the body of Christ.

   in a few weeks i will be playing guitar for my friends' wedding and while practicing
tonight, i was reminded of this song "how beautiful" by twila paris. how beautiful is
this body of Christ! how beautiful is this angel that blessed me today on a pittsburgh
city bus, of all places! how beautiful are the little reminders that God is ALIVE and
screaming LOVE at US! if we could just be so bold to announce it as well! 
how beautiful...