There are a few things that pierce straight to my soul. Good writing is one of those things. It's so powerful that sometimes it captures me and pulls me in and drowns me in sea of emotion I didn't even know I had.
This piece of writing did that to me today. Last June this post also did it to me. And the previous year this story and its sequel tore at my heart as well. I don't know what it is about the country of Tchad, but much of the writing coming from the Béré Adventist Hospital there jolts my emotions awake. The true and current stories of missionaries are portrayed with complete honesty and devastatingly simple words.
I wish I could write that way. But I also don't. Because writing like that only happens when one experiences overwhelming loss.
I never have. And for that I am truly and continually grateful.
This piece of writing did that to me today. Last June this post also did it to me. And the previous year this story and its sequel tore at my heart as well. I don't know what it is about the country of Tchad, but much of the writing coming from the Béré Adventist Hospital there jolts my emotions awake. The true and current stories of missionaries are portrayed with complete honesty and devastatingly simple words.
I wish I could write that way. But I also don't. Because writing like that only happens when one experiences overwhelming loss.
I never have. And for that I am truly and continually grateful.
I think that you can write other people's pain too, and make it beautiful. It doesn't HAVE to be your own.
ReplyDeleteAw, my roommate was an SM there for a year. A lot of her posts were heart-touching, too. :(
ReplyDeleteAnd, I agree with Robby.
Robby, I agree about that. But when you read writing that you know came from first hand experience it just touches you a different way than second hand.
ReplyDeleteChristen, yes I know Kristin was in Tchad and I really liked reading her blog, too (although I read some of after she got back).