Photo Blog Introduction...

I'm going to share with you a picture a day, that summarizes one of the most exciting adventures from that day. It could be something that happened to me, something that I witnessed, or something that keeps me asking more questions about my faith and love in a God that is beautiful and powerful. I am going to share it with each of you, in hopes that you can share the memories and moments with me on this Journey. Inspired by, Hebrews 12:1.

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Not so beautiful conditions make beautiful things.

Really...how hard it is to split up 36 bagels evenly?  From experience, it is not as easy as it seems.

Director's Notes: Les Miserables, by Victor Hugo
....is a tale of social injustices, redemption, love and sacrifice. 
....There are things that are in the show that everyone can identify with: first love and unfulfilled love, the haves and the have-nots, the unemployed, hunger, child abuse, battered women, prostitution, unfulfilled dreams, loss, triumphs, political uprisings.  The entire show reminds us of the human condition and of the choices we make in response to all of these things.  Hugo challenges us to get involved and also reminds of us of the far-reaching and life-changing consequences, the possibilities, that can occur from humans treating their fellowman with dignity, mercy and simple kindess.  He challenges us all to be part of the solution and not part of the problem.

It is true that every human can identify with most, if not all, of the social injustices that Les Miserables portrays.  We don't have to reach far into French 1800 History to see it either.  It's beside us, it's around us, it IS us.  These things are what makes our society function, or not function depending on your perspective.  To the least of these...


 Bring Him Home, Valjean in Les Miserables,  
by Victor Hugo

God on high
Hear my prayer
In my need
You have always been there

He is young
He's afraid
Let him rest
Heaven blessed.
Bring him home
Bring him home
Bring him home.

He's like the son I might have known
If God had granted me a son.
The summers die
One by one
How soon they fly
On and on
And I am old
And will be gone.

Bring him peace
Bring him joy
He is young
He is only a boy

You can take
You can give
Let him be
Let him live
If I die, let me die
Let him live
Bring him home
Bring him home
Bring him home.

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