Mara St. John
One thing that has been on my heart is how big our God is. I often simplify who he is; he is loving, he is forgiving, he is strong. These things are true and fundamental to who God is, but he is so so much more than that. The God that watches over the small children who wake up every morning to the smell of burning garbage, the God that missionaries like Rich and Lisa Brown serve day in and day out, the God who built these mountains and the God who tames the sea is the same God who loves and cares for me thousands of miles away in London Ontario. To think that this very God loves me and has a plan for me is overwhelming. Being here has slightly widened my perception of God and who he is. All I can say is our God is a big and powerful God, and I am thankful everyday I am his daughter and not his enemy.
I also want to speak to the heartache I have been feeling. To watch a little boy crawl around in the glass infested sand and to look around is utterly heart breaking. He has no idea how horrendous his living conditions are or how utterly exposed he is as he falls asleep around walls of tattered tarp. To drive away from Elim in the garbage dump and see a little girl, face caked in garbage, leaves me feeling destroyed. But there is hope. These people are the lowest of the low, picking through garbage even street dogs have gotten at, but the God who spoke light into existence, who is more powerful and good than we can ever comprehend, loves them. It is wrong for them to live like that and it is a place infested with the sin of people like me but their time on earth is limited and they have been given the opportunity to live in the presence of God forever. So in that promise, in that hope, it has encouraged me to display God in anyway I can. Their life without God will be bitter and lonely and excruciating, but if they seek the Lord and put their trust in him, the bitterness of sin will only cause the glory of heaven to be even more sweet. In that promise, the promise God has given us of eternal presence with him is the ultimate hope. With it the impossible becomes possible. So I will lean into Him, remember His promise to me and to those children, and I will pray that he holds me close. I am prone to wander from the God I love, but my God is prone to hold me close and lay his infinite grace and mercy on me. What more could I want but to serve the God who has served me so well. And with that I have been greatly encouraged and pushed to further His kingdom.
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On Wednesday, March 14, 2018, Graham said:
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On Tuesday, March 13, 2018, Mary Stanley said:
On Tuesday, March 13, 2018, Alysa Portillo said:
"But there is hope. These people are the lowest of the low, picking through garbage even street dogs have gotten at, but the God who spoke light into existence, who is more powerful and good than we can ever comprehend, loves them."
Wow! I don't really know what to say, I'm at a loss for words. Thank you for convicting, I continue to pray that God will relight the fire that burns so strong, reminding us of what He has done and that our request would be to be changed.
On Tuesday, March 13, 2018, Barbara said:
On Monday, March 12, 2018, Karen MacDonald said:
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On Monday, March 12, 2018, Jude St. John said:
this post is beautiful and brave and big; just like the God that you write about so passionately. Mom prayed that this trip would wreck you, and your sister, and all of your teammates. God answers your mom's prayers.
"Their life without God will be bitter and lonely and excruciating, but if they seek the Lord and put their trust in him, the bitterness of sin will only cause the glory of heaven to be even more sweet." I've read that line four times and cry each time. Amen and amen.
You should write more often; clear, concise, convicting and convincing. I love it.
May God continue to wreck you all; he is big like that.
On Monday, March 12, 2018, Mom said:
On Monday, March 12, 2018, Ena said:
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