
I absolutely love this picture. It was taken by my friend
Valerie as we were leaving the village of El
Barrial in
Ciudad Segundo
Montes. I last wrote about the wonderful people living in this village in my article titled
"Breaking Bread With Friends". Check it out if you haven't read it yet.
What strikes me most about this picture is the way Sarah and her young friend Galena are holding hands. They had just met about two hours earlier. They live in very different worlds, economically, geographically and culturally. They speak something less than 100 words in a common language. They would remain together for maybe 3 hours total and then they would separate.
Given all of these differences, and a very small window of time, they became friends. They made great effort to communicate with one another, to find similarities, to share a moment of their lives. They ate a meal of fresh baked bread and cookies, sat and sang Des Colores and Jesus Loves Me and prayed together. They walked side by side through Galena's village and breathed the same mountain air. They laughed at the chickens that would run between our legs. And then... they touched each other.
I don't know who reached out to who first and I'm not even sure they know. The thing is though, at one point in their short relationship one of them felt the need to physically touch the other. One of them reached out in trust and love and said "I acknowledge you as a person and as a friend. I feel a bond between us and I want to offer my hand for you to hold onto. I trust that you will not hurt me and that you will accept this gift of touch and honor my spirit by holding on to me as I hold on to you." And then... they touched each other.
I can only imagine the moment when these two human beings slid physically into one another's space; that space that we spend so much of our time protecting. We are all too used to building invisible walls around our personal space, so afraid of getting hurt or being taken advantage of, terrified of what might go wrong if we trust someone and they end up disappointing us. In this moment though, two young ladies who hardly knew each other broke through those fortresses of independence and isolation and let one another in. There was no more need for verbal communication. It was Galena's village and yet she didn't lead, Sarah was the older of the two and yet she didn't condescend. Neither of them held on so tightly that they risked intimidating the other. They simply held hands... lightly... there was even enough space between their hands in this picture for the light to shine through. If I was one to wax poetic, or think metaphorically, I would surely see that the light is the representation of love, hope, and the Holy Spirit that moves between us all.
I learned so much in El Salvador. This lesson though, is one of the most profound. I needed to be reminded that to hold hands lightly, to let others into my space and to be ready to trust them, to extend myself to others so that the need for language and speech is overcome by the communication of the Spirit is so critical if we are to truly accompany one another. It is important sometimes to not walk ahead, to not squeeze someone for support but to just hold hands ...lightly.