Museum

Today on our field trip to the art museum I found myself bombarded with different thoughts. As we proceeded to go to the upstairs section of the art museum, I found myself standing before pictures that would change the way I view our world, for the rest of my life. On the wall were separate photographs, each taken of a different family in a different country in front of their “house”. Also in the picture, there were the possessions of the families that were standing there. Next to the picture it explained how many people lived in the house, the amount of hours they worked a week, the amount of income the family made, there most values possession, their most desired possession and other odd facts such as how much food in their culture cost.

As I looked at these different situations of each family I was very sobered. After looking at many of the pictures, I came to America. There was a huge difference in the picture of America, in comparison to some of the other nations.

Seeing this section in the museum brought back my memories of traveling to Nicaragua and El Salvador on mission’s trips. I am still convinced that I left a little bit of my heart in both countries. Some day, I hope to go back and pick up some of it, but I doubt I will be able to come back to the states without leaving even more of my heart. That is just the thing, when we look at others through the eyes that Jesus sees others, we begin to give some of our heart to them, whether we mean to or not.

I thoroughly enjoyed the field trip to the art museum. I particularly, as mentioned before, enjoyed going upstairs and viewing those pictures. Often times we tuck the memories that mean the most to us, deep down into our hearts. It is times like this, that I realize my memories of my missions in Central America will never leave me, because I have them tucked deep down. What I must do is bring those memories to the surface more often, because they make my heart come alive.