When He saw the crowds, He had compassion for them, because they were harassed and helpless, like sheep without a shepherd. Then He said to his disciples, “The harvest is plentiful, but the laborers are few; therefore pray earnestly to the Lord of the harvest to send out laborers into His harvest.” Matthew 9:36-37
Playa dust is everywhere. Its fine particulates coat each surface with its subtle presence, impossible to really wipe clean. And underneath the swirling glitter and soaring scaffolds the sense of harassed and helpless is thick. Sue compared the event to the Tower of Babel: words, words, words stacked up high, the best efforts of man to remake society in our own image. The founder told the folks from our team, “There is no Supreme Being. Being is Supreme,” with more than just a slight edge of arrogance.
In gentle contrast, humility dwelt under the orange tents at coordinates 3G. And while tears of both joy and repentance flowed down and smeared the face paint and splashed off the equipment, words were few.
Fill him up.
And the cold sparkling life-giving Spirit bubbled up and over the rim of hearts stretched open to welcome the wandering sheep seeking green pastures and cool waters in the burning desert, where no rest was to be found.
Because laborers were to be found, kneeling in the powder, with hands lifted high and hearts bowed low.
May the seeds of true freedom sprout a harvest of righteousness for many generations to come, for those who sow in tears shall reap with shouts of joy.