The road leading home is the road of obedience. Unless your course is fixed, you are powerless before a thousand options, regardless of how “empowered” you may feel.
This reference to the wilderness, tho I am not sure it was CS Lewis’ meaning in his original statement, has a curious parallel to the children of Israel’s trek, a trek we are all on, in a manner of speaking. Our individual journeys will fill up a lifetime, but will it be a lifetime of wandering here and there, filled with false hopes & failing motivations, distractions, misleadings and unfulfilled promise? The choice was theirs, and it is ours, as well. Continue reading “One Road Leads Home…”
Un amigo y yo acabamos de regresar de Nicaragua donde pasamos una semana visitando a amigos y hermanos, animándoles a saber lo cerca que Dios está de ellos en medio de estos tiempos difíciles y afirmando la bondad de Dios. El título de éste articulo proviene de una canción que se canta en Nicaragua y es cantada como una expresión de afecto. Los nicaragüenses están orgullosos de su país, de su herencia y tienen una esperanza de que cosas buenas están por venir. Unámonos a ellos con esa esperanza. Como es probable que sepas, la violencia y el derramamiento de sangre se apoderaron del país a inicios del 2018, con muchas pérdidas y daños que llegaron a gran escala. Si bien las estimaciones varían, parece que más de 500 personas murieron, miles resultaron heridas y varios cientos aún no han sido contabilizadas. Esto no incluye a los que actualmente son presos políticos. (Haz clic aquí para leer el post de la época que rodea la erupción de violencia en Nicaragua en 2018)
Sabíamos que teníamos que ir allá para mostrar amor a todos los que apreciamos, no estábamos seguros de lo que encontraríamos y del peligro que se avecinaba …
One thing the Lord did for me on this trip was to reshape my view of ministry. It’s a recurring theme that He started showing me before the trip and on which He continues to elaborate since. Basically, He’s been showing me that relationships are perhaps the most important part of ministry. It’s not the “what,” nor the “where,” nor the “how many.” It’s the “who,” even if those “who” are just a few. Jesus loves the few. He comes and ministers to just a few. He returned to and spent time with and taught and ministered to the same few over and over again. Even though His life, and especially His ministry, were so brief. My previous focus in missions has been the “what” and the “where” and the “how many.” There were bonds formed on previous trips as a team, some of them that lasted a long time, and I was thankful for that; but the main goal — at least to me — was to help as many people as I could as quickly as I could and make sure I feel somewhat uncomfortable while doing so, so that I could relate to them in that sense; but don’t really bother to get to know them otherwise because this is a one-time thing and you’ll never see them again — you’re just there to help. It was work and duty and obligation at the expense of relationship. It was religion.