In Ladakh, the sky softly caresses the mountains, and the mountains gently touch down on the earth. Three completely different elements, purposes, and appearances living together harmoniously. It reminds me of the people of Ladakh. Hindus, Muslims, Buddhists, and Christians, all sharing one community peacefully regardelss of the turmoil that exists around them.
My eyes are still trying to adjust to the majestic beauty of this glorious place. As I am writing, a local woman is singing praises in the cool, damp night.
I sat in front of a friendly fire offering me warmth and light, and I praised God. I wondered about him in awe. His art is utterly sensational. How can it be that all this magnificent beauty exists in a world where I am so small, yet He says that I am worth more than all of these things?
While we were sitting, two young women I had met earlier joined us for some warmth and some tea. Veronica is from Argentina, Salooah is from Tunisia. Veronica played the classical Indian guitar for us. To the right of her sat Salooah, and to the right of Salooah I sat–the best seat on the lake that evening. Everyone else crowded around as she played . People camping nearby began to gather also, mesmerized by the tune. As I sat there I felt a strong sense of the Spirit. I felt a connection between us all. We came from far and wide throughout the world. We had different cultures, languages, dress, gifts, and purposes. We knew nothing about one another. But at that moment we were all connected. We shared peace, love and harmony with this place and with each other.
That is what heaven will be like, I am sure. We will all gather from different walks of life with the common love for God and one another to sing praises as we enjoy fellowship, community, and Peace.