“Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win, by fearing to attempt.” William Shakespeare
We went to Brazil as missionaries but received more than we ever gave. The beauty of that people and land added to our faith in the eternal Creator. He had his finger in the creation process from billions of years ago to the sustaining of life in every flower and animal.
There is beauty in every city but none can quite match the city of Rio de Janeiro that is squeezed between the bay of Guanabara and the Atlantic. As we look across Rio from the foot of the statue of Christ the Redeemer on Corcovado Mountain, we see in the distance another mountain. This is Sugar Loaf. It is startling to see planes taking off from the airport near downtown and watch them fly over the bay, much lower than Sugar Loaf. Then there is the world famous Copacabana beach with other beaches like it that stretch for untold miles to the North and South.
Then there is the Iguaçu Falls that is at the juncture of Argentina and Paraguay with Brazil. From its three Kilometer precipice, at times the quantity of water going over it exceeds both Niagara and the Victoria combined. As our family watched from beside one of its waterspouts, we noticed boys about halfway down jumping from a rock to the swirling waters below. They were just doing it for the fun of it.
The evolution of Iguaçu goes back thousands upon thousands of years and though so much older than Rio or the country itself, yet I am amazed at the beauty. Nature didn’t have to be that way for the creator could have made all in multiple tones of black or brown. The joy of the act of creation and our joy of being involved, if no more than just watching—all come together in praise and adoration.
During the time we lived in Brazil, beautiful birds such as the parrot or macaw could be bought and even exported. That has now changed for then we had both of these birds. When in the interior of São Paulo, our parrot used to hear us calling Monica, so at daybreak it would begin to screech out her name. Our macaw was a lovely blue and yellow color but there is something else I remember. It had powerful jaws; one day it may have been irritated when I was feeding it—perhaps too late for its liking, it bit my finger bringing blood. No wonder! Those jaws could break open Brazil nuts.
I have pictures of flowering trees and plants but all my pictures were taken at that time were on slide film that with time the colours have changed and faded. So this picture is not of our Macaw but it shows something of the beauty of those birds.
But nothing compares to the children in Brazil for their beauty and the potential of what their lives may become. This group from a church planting in a slum was given guitars and lessons hoping all along that music and the presence of Jesus will build their lives to success.
Whether living in Brazil or not, when I stop to ponder the beauty in the world, my praises are lifted up to our God that is our Creator. I’m trusting that anyone who reads this blog will know the sense of worship that comes from contemplating the wonders around us.