How can they believe in the one of whom they have not heard?
As I prepare for another trip to Guatemala, I can't wait to see what God will do. It has been hard to give my heart fully to the work I am doing here at the church. Well, tonight God brought me up short.
I'd gotten a call from a man earlier in the week, saying he needed to talk with someone at the church. I suggested he wait till next week when Pastor Mike would be back from vacation, but he said he needed someone NOW. Though I don't usually meet with men, I agreed to see him tonight.
What a blessing. In the space of an hour I got to see God take someone who claimed not to believe in God (though his words seemed to indicate he was fighting someone he claimed not to believe in) and transform him into a brother in Christ. And I got to sit by and watch. Sure, I shared a few scriptures, told some of my story, but mostly, this man talked himself into beginning a new life with Jesus. It was amazing to watch the Holy Spirit do his thing.
I learned a lesson from this experience. I don't need to travel 1900 miles to find someone who has never really heard the good news. This young man, though he's been slightly exposed to religion, really had never heard the story of Jesus. In Omaha, Nebraska, with churches all over the place. How I take for granted that all have heard.
In Romans (10:13-15) it says "Everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved." However, Paul goes on to remind us: "How, then, can they call on the one they have not believed in? And how can they believe in the one of whom they have not heard? And how can they hear without someone preaching to them? And how can they preach unless they are sent? As it is written, 'How beautiful are the feet of those who bring good news!'" And tonight God sent me no further than my office to "preach" to one who had not heard. And the more he heard of Jesus, the more he wanted Him.
Had a similar experience last night. Am leading a fellowship group in a town not far outside Omaha, for a group of women who work together. Not really your "churchy" type ladies, but wonderful women and great friends. There are about 20 of us meeting together every Wednesday night in the home of one of these dear ones. And we are grappling with the question, "Who is God?" Last night we got to talking about Jesus. And it was amazing. I could see the Holy Spirit working in the minds and hearts of these women as I had the privlege of introducing them to my Lord and Savior. For the first time some of them realized that Jesus is not concerned with "religion" but with "relationship." That He came to set us free from the sin that ensnares us. I could visibly see HOPE dawn on many of their faces. Again, I get a front row seat to watch the work of God.
Lord, open my eyes to see those who are hungry to hear your Word. Jesus, let me never take for granted the privilege of serving You and sharing You. The harvest IS ripe. Thank you, Lord, for reminding me to be Your witness in Jerusalem (my neighborhood) as well as to the ends of the earth!
April 17, 2009
It's been quite the week. Am running 3 groups now and starting another next week--and I love it! It's funny to think of leaving this, but, it seems that everything I do now I do with the thought of setting things up for the person(s) who will come after me at Westside. Since I've made the decision to move to Guatemala, my work here has been more satisfying than ever. But I also know that this season of my life is drawing to a close. And it seems each season has been getting better, so I can't wait to see what comes next.
Am wondering, though, what God has in mind for this trip. My last one was nothing like I expected, and it seems this one may hold a few surprises, too. My friend, Dick Rutgers, just journaled today about Byron, a little boy who is deaf, who has fallen in love with Dick. I think the feeling is mutual. I emailed Dick to see if he thought Byron would benefit from a communication system--and we've already talked on the phone and made plans to take him one while I'm down there. This trip shouldn't be that challenging, though, since he only lives 2 hours outside of Antigua! Byron is an orphan, and he and his brother live with his grandmother. She is very poor and they move from place to place just to have somewhere to live. Think this little guy might just stretch my heart some more.
Airfares to Guatemala went down drastically this last week, so I'm going back down in May (5/27 to 6/5). My plan is to just hang out at the orphanage with the kids for a week. I know I won't get to spend that much time with them when I take a team down in June, so I'll take advantage of this time to love on them, maybe even spoil them a little.
Am wondering, though, what God has in mind for this trip. My last one was nothing like I expected, and it seems this one may hold a few surprises, too. My friend, Dick Rutgers, just journaled today about Byron, a little boy who is deaf, who has fallen in love with Dick. I think the feeling is mutual. I emailed Dick to see if he thought Byron would benefit from a communication system--and we've already talked on the phone and made plans to take him one while I'm down there. This trip shouldn't be that challenging, though, since he only lives 2 hours outside of Antigua! Byron is an orphan, and he and his brother live with his grandmother. She is very poor and they move from place to place just to have somewhere to live. Think this little guy might just stretch my heart some more.
Am also hoping to get to see Steve and Sheryl Osborn's kids this trip. I'd wanted to set up systems for two of their girls, and that just didn't happen, so maybe this trip. One of their girls, Tania, was the first little girl I fell in love with in Guatemala. She had just come to the orphanage (not Steve & Sheryl's, another one), and they didn't know what was wrong with her. It only took me a few minutes to realize she had autism. She is just a dear. The orphanage where she was closed, and I lost track of her. Then, on another trip to Guatemala, "ran into" her at Steve and Sheryl's. I can't help but believe this was a special gift from God to find her again. She has just blossomed under the Osborns' excellent care, but is still non-verbal. How I would love to help her find a way to communicate! The best part is, I know that Love the Child will use whatever they can to help her, so this is well worth the effort!
So, we'll see how things shape up. I didn't expect to be going back quite so soon, but am excited beyond words. It's funny to be homesick for a place you've never lived, but I am!
March 28, 2009
My friend Dick called last night to tell me that little Lisvi had died yesterday. My heart is so sad, and yet so peaceful at the same time. A while back, Dick had journaled that perhaps more than being in a hospital, she needed to be in the arms of the Father who loves her the most. That image keeps me from too much sorrow. Picturing her in the arms of our Father in heaven, no longer weak and starving, but whole and healthy. How I can't wait to meet her in heaven!
But I do grieve for her parents, who loved her so much and cared for her so well. I pray that they will know the comfort of the Father who loves them the most. I can't even imagine what Francisca must be feeling today. This is the third little one she has buried. I know there will be an empty place near their stove where Lisvi always sat to keep warm.
And I can't help but wonder why God brought her into my life at this time. It seems somewhat ironic that she would live six years and die shortly after we tried to get her help. I believe though that God timing is always perfect, and that our meeting was part of his plan for both of us. What I gave to Lisvi, I can't imagine. What she gave to me is immeasurable. Lisvi touched a part of my heart that I've kept hidden and protected from almost everyone. The part of my heart where I feel the most intense pain, but also the most immense joy. In a way, I think that through Lisvi God gave me back my whole heart.
Why did God let me fall so deeply in love with her, only to have it hurt so much? And I suddenly remember what I'd journaled on Feb. 6:
"As I prayed on the plane coming home yesterday, God showed me that Lisvi did not need to meet me. I needed to meet Lisvi. I needed to willingly let my heart be touched, and wounded, and trust that He will give me everything I need to heal. I needed to learn again to risk letting my heart be touched, knowing it might be broken, but trusting it will heal."A month and a half later I realize even more how true those words are. Each time I look at her picture on my office wall, I feel a stab of pain at the same time I feel a surge of great joy. Gradually over the days since I've returned, the theme of my heart has changed. For so long it has been, "Lord, I want to serve you, but it hurts too much." I have held back in fear that if I gave my whole heart I would be hurt beyond what I could bear. During the days since my last time in Guatemala, it has evolved to, "Lord, I need your help, because serving you hurts so much." I believe my healing began as I held Lisvi for the first time. It continues each time I remember her.
In my flesh, I want to get angry. To believe that if they had just admitted Lisvi to the hospital, she would be okay. And then I laugh at my foolishness. How can I say I believe that God numbers our days, and then think any of us are powerful enough to change this? The Perezes did what they believed was the best thing for their little one. The sad truth is, it is better that she died in the arms of those who loved her, rather than alone in a sterile crib in hospital eight hours away from her family. We don't know yet what doors our encounter with this family will open for others who live in this remote area, but God does.
So I rest in that knowledge, and in the picture of her in the arms of the Father who loves her.
And I thank Him for the progress Lionel has made at Hermano Pedro, doubling his weight in the last 5 months, though his absence from home continues to grieve his family greatly.
And I praise Him for Zachary (my grandson), who is strong and healthy, and wants for nothing. And I pray that the Lord will place a fire in the Zacharies of the world, to love and serve and fight for the Lionel's and Lisvi's.
March 20, 2009
As I reflect on my last post, I once again realize how much energy I waste on fear. I have been absolutely overwhelmed by the responses I've gotten to my letter. The encouragement, support and even admonitions to be "careful" have made me more aware of what good friends God has given me.
It has been hard, though, to know how to respond to those who have said things like, "You're so brave to be doing this," or "This is so noble." I appreciate what they are trying to say to me, but this doesn't feel noble at all. It feels as natural as drawing my next breath. It is my passion and the desire of my heart, as well as what God is calling me to. I would be more afraid of the regrets I would have if I did NOT follow this call.
This all sounds so un-holy, human, not supernatural. But I am coming, each day, to appreciate more and more that God has planted our desires in our heart, and he wants to fulfill them. Not the fleshly, selfish wants we all fall into, but the truest passions of our heart, are from Him. And they are good as long as we desire Him ABOVE all else. Ps. 37:4 tells us: Delight yourself in the LORD and he will give you the desires of your heart. How sad that we have made desire something to be feared or shamed.
I wish I could put into words the joy, excitement, expectation I'm experiencing as God is starting to move in the direction of giving me the desires of my heart. I sit in utter amazement at the goodness of our God.
It has been hard, though, to know how to respond to those who have said things like, "You're so brave to be doing this," or "This is so noble." I appreciate what they are trying to say to me, but this doesn't feel noble at all. It feels as natural as drawing my next breath. It is my passion and the desire of my heart, as well as what God is calling me to. I would be more afraid of the regrets I would have if I did NOT follow this call.
This all sounds so un-holy, human, not supernatural. But I am coming, each day, to appreciate more and more that God has planted our desires in our heart, and he wants to fulfill them. Not the fleshly, selfish wants we all fall into, but the truest passions of our heart, are from Him. And they are good as long as we desire Him ABOVE all else. Ps. 37:4 tells us: Delight yourself in the LORD and he will give you the desires of your heart. How sad that we have made desire something to be feared or shamed.
I wish I could put into words the joy, excitement, expectation I'm experiencing as God is starting to move in the direction of giving me the desires of my heart. I sit in utter amazement at the goodness of our God.
March 15, 2009
Well, today I've done it. This weekend I wrote and today I sent out a letter to my friends asking for prayer support as I prepare to move to Guatemala.
I didn't expect writing this letter to be so hard, or sending it to be so scary, but it was. What if I don't say it right? What if I come off sounding like a beggar? What if they don't understand? What if I can't do it? What if . . .?
And as I write this, I see that's where all the difficulty lies. I keep playing what if. I keep resisting the ruthless trust our Father calls us to. I keep paying attention to the lies my enemy plants in my mind, and let them seep into my heart. When all I need to do is focus on the Giver of all good things. I need to trust in Paul's reminder, to be confident "that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus." (Phil. 1:6) To keep at the forefront of my mind, that God is faithful. I believe He has invited me into this process. And that even though I don't have any idea what the future will really look like, He does. And it is good, because He is good.
As I think/pray about all this, Luke 9:62 keeps coming to mind: Jesus replied, "No one who puts his hand to the plow and looks back is fit for service in the kingdom of God." It's taken me days to be able to say this verse with confidence, rather than shame or guilt at looking back. I suddenly have realized that Jesus wasn't criticizing us for grieving what we leave behind when we follow Him. He was reminding us to look ahead to the promise, to the One who gives the promise and has the power to fulfill it. I think He was trying to tell us that the only way we can serve well is not to focus on anything but what we see God doing and join in. Thank you, Father, for the promise.
I didn't expect writing this letter to be so hard, or sending it to be so scary, but it was. What if I don't say it right? What if I come off sounding like a beggar? What if they don't understand? What if I can't do it? What if . . .?
And as I write this, I see that's where all the difficulty lies. I keep playing what if. I keep resisting the ruthless trust our Father calls us to. I keep paying attention to the lies my enemy plants in my mind, and let them seep into my heart. When all I need to do is focus on the Giver of all good things. I need to trust in Paul's reminder, to be confident "that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus." (Phil. 1:6) To keep at the forefront of my mind, that God is faithful. I believe He has invited me into this process. And that even though I don't have any idea what the future will really look like, He does. And it is good, because He is good.
As I think/pray about all this, Luke 9:62 keeps coming to mind: Jesus replied, "No one who puts his hand to the plow and looks back is fit for service in the kingdom of God." It's taken me days to be able to say this verse with confidence, rather than shame or guilt at looking back. I suddenly have realized that Jesus wasn't criticizing us for grieving what we leave behind when we follow Him. He was reminding us to look ahead to the promise, to the One who gives the promise and has the power to fulfill it. I think He was trying to tell us that the only way we can serve well is not to focus on anything but what we see God doing and join in. Thank you, Father, for the promise.
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