By Ashley, A WEC Trekker in Asia
Last week my friends and I were invited to lunch with a family we know. We were led to their home by one of the family’s young daughters. She held my hand as we walked the path she walks daily at all times of day, with all kinds of people. Down a very steep hill we walked to a valley of busy people and yellow dirt, then climbed back up another hill. Passing under a bridge, a shadow giving relief from the hot street, we then clambered over the railroad tracks. We continued through more streets, past children in their school uniforms and nylon backpacks.
Ten minutes or so into our walk, as the paths narrowed into alleys and the buildings became taller, we approached a completely-black alleyway. Our guide led us through this black hole as though it were daylight while my sweating hand held hers tightly. Those behind us stopped, not knowing where to go and afraid of tripping. My heart raced with thoughts of what could happen in that terribly narrow, dark alley. Then the thought came to me: how can these people see Your light? Who will tell them about You? Who will listen with love and hope to the ones You know?
Eventually we arrived at the home of the family of six and packed into their 10ft x10ft house to settle down to eat. Our hosts smiled and talked with us while we ate lunch. As per the culture, they waited to eat until after we had left their home. I’m continuing to think of their generosity and the lesson learned in the long, dark alley.