Walking Beau tonight, a stillness covered the street and felt as though the world had been muted. With silence all around, save a few frogs, I was lost in thought looking up at the fuzzy white moon. If she has been born, she sleeps under this same moon. I thought about how China feels so far away, so 'other', and yet we inhabit the same world. We sleep under the same exact moon. We are so very far, but so close at the same time.
When the distance feels far, I wonder about the cultural change for her coming to the United States, and part of me already aches at the thought that she will be removed from her spot in the world. I ache that she will have this big looming mystery in the background about her native land, her parents, her culture... But when I look up at that mutual moon, I can't help but feel the deeper reality that goes far beyond culture, race, gender and geography. The spiritual reality of life flows like white-water rushing passed the rocks and jagged edges of my hesitations and fears. That rushing confident water is the reality that this little one is ultimately and most truly, a spirit; a soul. And though her culture would have been different in China, her soul is no different than mine: in deep need of Love, and in dire need of a Savior. I long for that little soul to know that her Maker loves and cherishes her existence in this world. Though her journey will have started in Asia, my prayer is that her desination will be the same as mine...the same as those who have lived throughout a thousand generations and followed the same small, still Voice. One day, I believe all cultures and peoples of every kind will gather around the welcome table of the greatest Adoptive Parent of all, and Jesus will lift the glass as we enter our true family, forever. At that table will be people from every tribe and tongue, all coalescing into the same family...sitting at the same table. And I can see her sitting there.
If there were no spiritual reality to life, I would struggle with removing a child from their culture. But the truth is, we all have the same lineage. We *are* the human race. And by the grace of God, I believe that it is the work of Jesus, that Firstborn among creation, to continue to draw the human race back into the family we are intended to be. One family. Created people living under one fuzzy moon, and coming to know the One Love that set the world in motion in the first place.