Crowds

I was downtown in Chisinau last week, spending an afternoon with Nancy.  She had to run into an money exchange to get some Moldovan lei.  Of course, I was packing my camera, so I decided to stand in the street and just try to get some photos.

I love standing on the streets of Chisinau, watching the swarms of people pass by.  The main road (Stephan cel Mare) seems busy all the time, crowded with pedestrians.  The sidewalks are rather snow-packed and icy, but the crowds keep coming.  

I think it is interesting at the anonymity that is found in crowds.  You can be surrounded by scores of people, but they are just "out there," not really someone you know. 

Have you ever sat and "people-watched."  You sit and critique, gasping at severe clothing faux pas, guessing at whether people are married or not.  But you know NOTHING about them.

When I stand in a crowd, I have no knowledge of the hearts of the people walking by me.  I don't know if they are depressed due to a bad family situation, desperate due to a lost job, or lonely and isolated.  Her nice clothes might be hiding the hurt she feels from rejection.  His "coolness" might be masking the emptiness of a life without Christ, the emptiness hedonism and fun leaves behind.

Jesus once stood on a street like Stephan cel Mare and wept.  His tears came because he knew the people walking by him, and he knew that their souls were empty.  Their religion did not give them satisfaction.  Their philosophy did not answer life's deepest questions.

Jesus wept because he knew that the answer was both simple and hard.  Trust him as Savior, and give him everything.  Lord and Savior.  Forgiver and Master. 

Lord, help me see the crowd as people, not just faceless entities.  Lord, change our nation.

Comments

[Guyla]

Loved this one, Andy. We need to see as He sees!