Prayer
Take these hands
Teach them what to carry
Take these hands
Don't make a fist
Take this mouth
So quick to criticise
Take this mouth
Give it a kiss
- Bono/Edge, "Yahweh"
21 December 2004
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SOSHANGUVE TOWNSHIP, PRETORIA, SOUTH AFRICA
| View exhibit | These are from my May 2007 trip to Soshanguve, a township outside of Pretoria, South Africa. It's an interesting place, nearly 100% black South African and growing like crazy. There is beauty there, as I've tried to show, but it is also complicated, with its share of problems: AIDS, social stratification, depression and suicide, violent crime. I came away with a deep sense of the complexity involved in bringing hope to Africa.
ST. PETERSBURG, RUSSIA
| View exhibit | In the fall of 2005, I spent a week in St. Petersburg, Russia. There's no way in a week you can absorb the power of that city's presence. These photographs do very little to communicate the grandeur and the fearsome impact of the place. As in any place I've ever been in Russia, there is an imposing sense of history added to the feeling of being very small and unimportant in the face of it all.
NORTH FROM ADELANTO
| View exhibit | I took a drive early in the year to visit family in the Pacific Northwest. I got up before dawn and pulled onto the freeway. By the time the sun came up, I was passing through Adelanto, a has been/will be town in the Mojave Desert. From there it was straight north across Death Valley and into Nevada. Early the next morning, I crossed into the southeastern corner of Oregon before spinning westward toward home. I took some pictures along the way.
CHINA
| View exhibit | In the spring of 2006 I spent a week in China. I'm not sure what I was expecting beyond some crazy traffic and a bunch of neon. In any case, what I found was a surprise in some ways. I thought that on the street I might be treated either with suspicion or completely ignored, but instead I found people friendly and curious. Oh, and they can make a mean bowl of noodles.
POLAND
| View exhibit | In the fall of 2005, I spent a couple days in Poland, mostly in Gdansk. I'm not sure what I expected, a rundown gray country maybe, but it wasn't. In fact, it was beautiful. Also, it was quiet and gracious and very Catholic. I would love to see it in the summertime.
SINGAPORE
| View exhibit | I'm not a huge lover of Singapore. A little too orderly for my taste. But there much that is beautiful about that strange, self-absorbed island city.
INDONESIA & CAMBODIA
| View exhibit | In May/June of 2005, I spent a month in Southeast Asia. I love this part of the world and am always changed when I travel there. This trip was no exception. Here are a few galleries of some of the things that changed me this time.
BARRIO SAN PABLITO, CARACAS, VENEZUELA
| View exhibit | I spent an afternoon in one of the most notorious barrios in Caracas, known mostly for its violence and drugs. But in the middle of the ugliness, something very precious is going on.
Other Galleries
DOWN
| View exhibit | Sometimes we move so fast we forget to look at where we are. Sometimes it's good to look down.
ANONYMOUS - LOS ANGELES
| View exhibit | Blank storefronts in a disconnected city. Images from a drive around town.
CALIFORNIA DESERT
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These are from one Sunday afternoon in the desert, which is one of the best reasons to live in Southern California.
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5 Comments:
I wonder how many blogs have quoted that prayer recently? I just read it on Matt V's blog.
yes, it sad but true: i am not the edgy radical i thought myself to be. i am just another swimmer in the mainstream, just swimming and swimming, admiring u2 like every other faux-po-mo evangelical refugee out there.
but when those words came through my headphones today, they vibrated all the way through me. so what can i do?
Funny thing. When I read the first line I instantly remembered some similar words penned by an edgy radical of years past:
"This is my body in all its weakness and complexity. This is what I have to offer.
This is my worship: a reflection of the grace and glory of God.
This is my will: a choice to allow his strength to work through me.
This is my defense: a safety and a protection to the ones in need of refuge.
This is my work: a labour of love and sacrifice.
This is my compassion: a place to hold another's pain.
This is my prayer: a partnership on earth in the holy work of heaven.
This is nothing short of transformation, simple incarnation. In the everyday moments, great and small, we display the living, breathing body of Christ. In the midst of the mundane, we become the hands of God."
Written before U2 put out their last album. Though it does lack a good guitar riff and rock star irishman's voice. Those two things go a long way.
yikes. it's a little strange when your own words come around to jump on you from behind. as far as a guitar riff goes, i might be able to come up with something, but the singing irishman is going to be a little more difficult. anyway, thanks. it was kind of you to remember this.
I'll be VERY impressed in Patrick has taken it upon himself to memorize your poetry, Peter. From/by heart, Patrick?
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