THE INNER WORKINGS...

living with too much

On my way home tonight from an excellent evening with Madame Melanie Moore, I was listening to that Caedmon's Call album that's infused with Indian and Ecuadorian sounds. You know the one? Anyway, I was struck by this song...

Did not catch her name
Did not catch her tears
It hit me like a train
When her story hit my ears
Mother of eight sons
Father off to war
Got no home address
Just bricks on a dirt floor
Jesus is all I need

Tiny plot of land
Corn stored up in piles
Years it doesn't rain
They just stay hungry for a while
No fatted calf to kill
She made a feast of cuy and corn
She said, "Who else knew my name
Before the day that I was born?
Jesus is all I need
Jesus is all I need."

She bragged about her boys
How they're growin' into men
How they learned to praise the Lord
Old Style Ecuadorian
To buy the new guitar
They had to sell the swine
Said, "My boys go to school on a foreign angel's dime.
This world calls me poor
I bore my babies on this floor
He always provides
Sure as the sun will rise.
So I'll sing Him songs of praise
'Cause I know He'll keep me in His gaze."

It reminds me of a woman that I met in Salta. She told me, "We may be without clothing, but I just pray that we are never without food. God will provide our food."

And so I ask myself: what planet do I live on that I suddenly believe that I need thousands of other superfluous and silly things? Gosh.

posted by Courtney @ 4:38 AM