Friday, August 22, 2014

A faithful servant of God …





“If anyone has material possessions and sees a brother or sister in need but has no pity on them, how can the love of God be in that person? Dear children, let us not love with words or speech but with actions and in truth. This is how we know that we belong to the truth and how we set our hearts at rest in his presence …” (1 John 3:17-19, NIV)
The dust blows and twists about as you stand on this rutted dirt road and no matter which direction you turn, it stings the eyes. The first smells you sense seem both sweet and nauseating at the same time. As you take a deeper breath, something more sinister pushes violently against your lungs as they desire better air. Slowly your mind recognizes the repulsive smells of accumulating, lingering and burning refuse in massive amounts.

As you gaze first in one direction and then in another, all you see are people working midst piles of organized and separated reclaimed trash. There are piles of plastic, piles of clothing and cloth, piles of aluminum and metal and piles of unrecognizable stuff. Then you notice trucks of every shape and size bringing more and more to this overflowing place of the discarded and reclaimed. Huge new trucks overloaded with waste of every kind. There are sewage trucks and open-backed trucks, covered trucks and compacting trucks, shining trucks and dirty trucks; all delivering more or driving away to gather more. Then there are the tucks of poor, smaller broken down and battered beyond description moving the reclaimed and recyclable trash to buyers. There will be no new trucks for these purveyors of gathering and selling; only more loads to eke out enough money to buy some beans and rice for their family.

Then there is the endless parade of people. There are people laboring under bags ten times their size and people barely able to walk. In every direction people are moving, weaving and crossing the road, going somewhere. Men and women going to the dump to work for twelve hours or so, to rummage and claim enough stuff to put together a dollar’s worth for their efforts. People with families, women with babies, men maimed by the busyness of the trucks, children dressed for school and children hardly dressed with ragged shirts and tattered over-sized or undersized shoes. Finally along the edges of the broken down shacks are the addicted men, who have rummaged through the garbage to find bottles of liquor to drain the last ounces or cans of glue and solvents trying to stay high as if to rise above the squalor of this place. This place is the Guatemala City dump and it is one of the largest dumps in the world.
Yet here in this place of the dirt, filth, cast-offs and hopelessness; smiles persist on the faces of the children and great charity is seem in the efforts of churches, leaders and projects of various kinds and functions. Those humans that offer up their energy, heart and time … seem like angels among the rest of us but the fact remains; they are humans who give more than the rest of us.

Behind a huge wall of nondescript fading aqua colored building is a small church with saintly pastor. A pastor who not only cares for the spiritual needs of the people she shepherds and guides but a pastor who feeds the poor because her Savior asks her to love as He loves. Her eyes glint with the loving compassion that her Lord had for the people sitting on a hillside when he sent the loaves and the fishes around to feed the multitude. The genuine Christian empathy and faith of substance that enables this small demure woman to feed the hundreds of children who come to side of the church each and every day is completely daunting to consider and comprehend. Still there are no cultural or societal awards for this kind of work and sadly there are few outside of this place that even know of her or of her monumental ministry of hope in a hopeless place. Yet as peered into the faces of a few of the hundreds that gather each day to eat, most likely their only meal of the day; I knew I was seeing what faith in a loving God looks like when it is flows out in true love and grace.

In my life … I have met countless pastors and sat in the audience of great spiritual teachers and leaders but I have not been in the presence of anyone so humbly and authentically real in word and deed in their faith. This is real faith, not for a dedicated moment of emotion; but real to feed the spiritually and physically hungry … meal after meal and day after day. This is real faith; not for accolades or reward but simply because she knows Jesus Christ as her Lord and she loves Him. The children in this awful place cannot keep from running with great big smiles to her to hug her. Their endless expressions of gratitude are what the “Gospel” brings when it is truly lived out. I know somewhere else, a place completely the opposite of this place of want, struggle, tears and pain; there is a Savior who is also smiling as He watches this woman who loving serves Him. This Risen Christ is smiling; because faithful servant is living out “Good News,” He wants the world to see and find.

May the Lord richly bless you my friend, Pastor Mercedez for all that you do. I know the Lord is well pleased.

Tuesday, August 5, 2014

. The Light in us …




And I am certain that God, who began the good work within you, will continue his work until it is finally finished on the day when Christ Jesus returns (Philippians 1:6, NLT).”
  If something is pierced, something else can penetrate through to the inside. If the something that is pierced is a panel made of a solid surface and light is on one side; light would be able to come through to the inside.  Once light has traveled through the panel, light exists on both sides of the panel. As long as there is a light source, there will be light on the inside of the panel. If the piercings are done with intention and with purpose; a design is formed on the outside of the panel.

    Our Lord is the “Light of the World.” Jesus spoke of his being the “Light” and offered himself as the “Light of life” that would negate our having to flounder in the darkness (John 8:12). Christ as light existed before time began and will not fade as time itself passes by (Colossians1:17).  God is creating in us a masterpiece through the light of Christ penetrating the canvas panel with His purposes and design (Ephesians 2:10).  Since He was pierced for our transgressions (Isaiah 53:5) the light of love and grace pierces through the panel of our life in each and every moment of His redeeming, sanctifying work in our lives. In every sin forgiven by His death on the cross, in ever teaching and convicting moment of His presence coming through the Holy Spirit and in every empowerment coming into our hearts by His love and grave; the Light our Lord penetrates the panel that is our life.  In every moment of trusting and obedience as we live out our days, allows us to be remade to bear the image of the “Light” in us to give witness of His workmanship. 

     We are remade with His hand here on this earth by His redeeming and sanctifying touch, so we might come into the place where there will be no need for the sun and the moon because the “Light of the World” is there (Revelation 21:22—27). Let us not be afraid of His plans and or His workmanship because as He has His way with us, we become His masterpiece. We are marked with His Hand upon our life.
Suggested Reading … Philippians 1