Thursday, September 11, 2008

Overwhelming Hope

Our amazing staff!
Cambodia leaders are Daniel (dark blue) and Ruth (hot pink)
Capture the flag (couple weeks ago)
Close-up of the mud...

YWAM baby :)
Love Feast for the April Quarter Korean DTS
All the money came in for outreach!!! Thank you God :)
We leave next Saturday!
Some things I read this week in a book called Hope in the Dark:
"We know that Americans pity Africans," he told me. "But sometimes Africans pity Americans."
"How so?" I asked him.
"Americans seem to expect that everything will be provided for them. For us," he said, "this ear of corn is a gift from God. This evening's rain is a shower of mercy upon us. This healthy breath is life-giving. And, maybe tomorrow we will not have such things, but our hearts are so full from God's provision."
When she gave birth to an HIV-positive child, she named the baby "No Hope," for there was none. The mother's life was an isolated tragedy of stigma, abandonment, and fear. But her community began to shower love instead of judgement, support instead of neglect... and everything changed. Glimpses of grace entered into the darkness of pain, and hope made itself present. She has changed the name of her child to "Jesus is my Hope."
Everbody smiles in the same language. And for that, I am so thankful.
We walked along the dirt road to Muungano village where these words rested quietly on the brick wall next to a pharmacy shop. "What does Piny Pek mean?" I asked. "Heavy world," they said. As I dragged my feet along the gravel with my head down, I found myself asking, "Why God?" He told me, "Broken world, Daughter. Sin is real. Know and repent of your own, and then seek Justice and Love for My children. Do not lose hope, My child. Be an agent of mercy." ANd I slowly breathed in the stench, but allowed hope and God's promises of mercy and healing to remain. This peace that lies within me is one of eternal pain but surpassing faith in God's ultimate desire to shower mercy in the heaviest and most broken places.
If you want to know the pulse and strength of Africa, spend a day with the women of a village. In the midst of deep suffering, domestic abuse, societal and poverty constraints, the woman are the stability of Africa. They will carry the buckets upon their heads, touch the wounds of the sick, accept the burdens of helping the village survive - and all the while, they will be singing praises to God.
People ask me, "Doesn't it paralyze you to walk so closely and intimately with suffering?"
"No," I tell them. "If I have learned anything from my time in Africa, it's that though the suffering is overwhelming, so too is the hope."
May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.
Romans 15:13

Monday, September 8, 2008

Something changed...

Something changed inside me broke wide open all spilled out
Till I had no doubt that something changed

Never would have believed it till I felt it in my own heart
In the deepest part the healing came

And I cannot make it
And I cannot fake it
And I can't afford it
But it's mine

Something so amazing in a heart so dark and dim
When a wall falls down and the light comes in

And I cannot make it
And I cannot fake it
And I can't afford it
But it's mine
(Little side note: The 11,000 dollar need God has been faithfully providing for and we have seen it go down to only a 3,000 dollar need for outreach!! Praise God, if you want to help support feel free to contact me.)