There are parts of our central city that are still off limits for the safety of the public.
There are buildings likely to fall or that will have to be taken down.
There is rubble and brokenness everywhere.
On Friday The Atlas (who just quietly, much to my surprise, has quite a grown-up job) spent some time in a hard hat, and high-vis visiting looking and learning.
These are some of the images he took.
A city abandoned midday – coffees on tables, bikes still locked up, shop doors open, special signs still out.
In them you’ll see map-world. His favourite shop and one of the reasons I call him The Atlas.
There is a long road ahead of this city.
I pray for wisdom for all of those making decisions.
I pray for the desperate building owners, the devastated family members, the workers without work.
I believe in new beginnings.
I believe in strong communities.
I hope for life and love to grown from brokenness and heartache.
I have seen and experienced the power of love, community, kindness and solidarity in Christchurch, from New Zealand and from the world.
This waters the seeds of Hope.