The ONE THING for today

Real beauty…

The following story came from Philip Yancey’s book: Prayer: Does it Make a Difference and touched me deeply; I pray it will do the same for you.

Yancey writes…prayer

I have seen evidence of God’s presence in the most unexpected places.  During our trip to Nepal, a physical therapist gave my wife and me a tour of the Green Pastures Hospital, which specializes in leprosy rehabilitation.  As we walked along an outdoor corridor, I noticed in the courtyard one of the ugliest human beings I have ever seen.  Her hands were bandaged in gauze, she had deformed stumps where most people have feet and her face showed the worst ravages of that cruel disease. Her nose had shrunken away so that, looking at her, I could see into her sinus cavity. Her eyes, mottled and covered with callus, let in no light; she was totally blind. Scars covered patches of skin on her arms.

We toured a unit of the hospital and returned along the same corridor. In the meantime this creature had crawled across the courtyard to the very edge of the walkway, pulling herself along the ground by planting her elbows and dragging her body like a wounded animal.  I’m ashamed to say my first thought was, She’s a beggar and wants money. My wife, who has worked among the down-and-out, had a much more holy reaction. Without hesitation she bent down to the woman and put her arm around her.  The old woman rested her head against Janet’s shoulder and began singing a song in Nepali, a tune that we all instantly recognized: “Jesus loves me, this I know, for the Bible tells me so.”

“Dahnmaya is one of our most devoted church members,” the physical therapist later told us. “Most of our patients here are Hindus, but we have a little Christian chapel here, and Dahnmaya comes every time the door opens.  She’s a prayer warrior. She loves to greet and welcome every visitor who comes to Green Pastures, and no doubt she heard us talking as we walked along the corridor.”

A few months later we heard that Dahnmaya had died. Close to my desk I keep a photo that I snapped just as she was singing to Janet.  Whenever I feel polluted by the beauty-obsessed celebrity culture I live in – a culture in which people pay exorbitant sums to shorten their noses or plump up their breasts to achieve some impossible ideal of beauty while nine thousand people die each year from AIDS for lack of treatment and hospitals like Green Pasture scrape by on charity crumbs – I pull out that photo.  I see two beautiful women: my wife, smiling sweetly, wearing a brightly colored Nepali outfit she had bought the day before, holding in her arms an old crone who would flunk any beauty test ever devised except the one that matters most.  Out of that deformed, hollow shell of a body, the light of God’s presence shines out.  The Holy Spirit found a home.”

4 thoughts on “Real beauty…

  1. What a moving story and what a witness of God’s love. It is so hard sometimes for the world to look at someone’s beauty or lack of beauty instead of looking at them as a saved or lost soul.

    I for one am so glad God does not judge appearances as we do here on earth because so many are judged wrongly. But the soul of man is the only thing God sees.

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