I had noticed this little, scrubby plant growing outside the entrance to my billeting building. It was very "weedy" looking. Normally, if I were at home, I would have just pulled it up. Here, you enjoy green even if it is scrubby and weedy looking. A little while ago, it sprouted a flower.
Today it has four.
There in the midst of the cigarette butts of uncaring, thoughtless people, gravel, broken concrete and Afghan dust and dirt were these brilliant points of beauty. It reminds me of reading through the prophets - every prophetic book, no matter how much despair over the moral condition of the people, there was the promise of the coming Messiah. No wonder the early church did not look at the world and say, "Look what the world is coming to," but rather they would say, "Look what has come to the world."