On Monday, I had the opportunity to present some friends of mine from the States to the wonderful community of where I call "home". I believe the purest joys of living in these daily experiences is to see simplicity and profound peace settle deep into my heart every time that I climb up that hill. It has never been, ever, a negative experience. Naturally the challenges are ever so present like the inner ache for humanity's marginalized communities, however, a joy rises up from the realization that I have found that "sweet spot," as my father always told me. When you find that sweet spot, "you just know."
What an incredible and most fulfilling reality to have "found that spot". Others would say, finding your purpose, or your destiny, perhaps. Its that "spot," where you know that you know your continual existence will be to fight for the rights of others and obey the One who breathed me into life.
While there is never a second guess in my conscious thoughts of "why am I doing this?" or that I ever question my purpose or destiny, rather, only a few times, have there been moments of regularity that follows me around like a haunting shadow. Some would name it desensitization. Its one of those previews to the ever notorious phrase of burnout. Monday morning when I woke up, I had the sinking feeling of regularity mixed in with the emotional stress of overseeing various programs occurring on a daily basis within our humanitarian outreach to the marginalized communities. I felt it.
I didn't like the feeling, yet it was there. The shadow had lurked and had pounced into my head. If I had a lightbulb inside of my head, I would have quickly flipped the switch to prevent the regularity feeling to remain. Thanks to one of my colleagues, Saul, encouraged me to get moving with the standard cup of coffee. As those who know me would know, the coffee pushed me into high gear. We met our friends and made our journey up the hill to visit and fellowship with our friends in the community.
I have to admit, I was having a moment of detached regularity. The hazy sensation that one gets when the normal routine has become more of a "just do what you do," sensation. I was not happy with that emotion, but nonetheless, it was there. I prayed for my Creator to take it from me, and towards the afternoon hours when the sun began to sink lower behind the desert walls of Ventanilla, I wasn't feeling much relief from detached regularity.
Just as I was listening to our friend from the States share with the young people noted in some of the photographs above, I drifted off to thoughts of my mother. I wondered what she was thinking of the daily journey that I take, and if she were here, how would she take in this community. I know she would have loved it. The people, the smiles, the love, and the sense of unity would have been incredibly embraced by my mother. I would have loved to have seen that. Sadly she left this earthly plain without the opportunity to visit "my sweet spot." As I thought about her presence and her life, I started to feel a sense of missing those who I've lost in my journey. An inner conflict arose like the dust being kicked up from the kids playing soccer nearby.
Am I missing out on the life journey of others that are not in my sweet spot? Are there others that are not close by that by my presence in my sweet spot, am seeing the endless moments of time flash quickly by to destiny's end? I began to feel uncertain. How can I juggle the experiences of being in the purpose filled destiny of where I know my Creator placed me and yet, sense the emotions of being far away from loved ones?
As soon as that fleeting thought passed through the cortex brands of my mental waves, a little girl came running up to my side, gave me a huge hug, and placed a keychain into my hand. It brought the funk out of my regularity. The passion and realization of why I do what I do and be who I am to be was planted into the palm of my very hand by a little girl from the community. This keychain.
During the moments that humanity cries out to the heavens are the moments of pure and holiest screams for relief from the pain of the journey are the ones that bring purpose to our presence. Never would I state that we can solve the problems of desperation, pain, and loss, but I am aware that we can direct those who suffer such anguish to the One who can alleviate all pain. In this keychain was the face of an adolescent that died two years ago from an avoidable departure from our earthly field. Had we been able to respond quickly enough, the life of this young adult would have continued onward to fulfill his purpose. Sadly, he was taken from this place too young, however his legacy lives on. In these moments when such a precious gesture of kindness by one person, completely shifts the detached regularity and in such a small and compassionate memory, floods my soul with refreshed hope.
The sweet spot, which often speaks to me in hushed murmurs of profound truths, comes from above. I remember burying Christian Omar. I remember purchasing the casket. I remember the burial plot. I remember the hospital visit to see his deceased body.
I remember know, after recalling the visitation to pray with his family. I remember why I am here. I remember why.
It doesn't take much to bring about healing to the soul in a moment of detached regularity, but always recall that we must remain alert to the smallest detail that may outward seem so simple, but inward, can change the path of destiny's course.
Daniel M. Klopp
Advocate 4 Marginalized individuals & communities globally
Advocate & Journalist
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