Friday, March 4, 2011
Primer Writing and My Favorite Oranges
So, it's been a busy week, Kristy and I have been working with a language group here writing a primer to teach their people to read, so they will be able to read the most important Book. I have never been involved with writing a primer before, before this trip I'd barely even seen a primer taught, much less written one. This trip I've been able to help teach several different primers and a storybook, as well as getting to help with translation workshops and helping with one writer's handbook training. There has been something every week we've
been here, and there's never a dull moment.
Thanks again to those who are faithfully pr-ying for us. Monday I was not feeling well and was frustrated about a few things, but the day had a full schedule and we weren't free to stop moving until about 7:30 or 8pm that night. It was a rougher day, but it was made even worse by my attitude and the fact that I wasn't interested in serving others; I was interested in going back to bed. The next day I got up determined not to have a repeat of Monday. So, I started my day in John 6 and was grateful to have enough time to read the entire chapter and soak it in for a little while. All throughout the day I was rethinking the events in the chapter, how I would have felt to be there with the disciples watching J-sus feed 5,000+ people with basically nothing, watching Him walk to the boat on the water and hear His voice, "I am, don't be afraid." Seeing Him correct and condemn the Pharisees for their self-righteousness and their pride in being Jewish. I can't even imagine how indescribable it would be to be physically present at the conversation when He boldly claims, "I *am* the Bread of Life." They wanted to be fed, and He *was* the answer. They wanted to be satisfied, and He *was* their satisfaction. They wanted their needs met, and He *was* the answer. I face all of these same situations and needs and He *is* the answer to them all and so much more. I go to Him hoping desperately to get a few crumbs of comfort, and He laughs and reveals a full table spread with grace and strength and endurance and compassion and steadfast covenant love. Who could ask for more than that? I found myself like Peter towards the end of the chapter when Chr-st';s disciples en masse start walking away because His words are just too hard to listen to, and Chr-st turns to the 12 and says, "Will you leave also?" Peter, overwhelmed with desperation and full clarity in his mind of who he is and Who Chr-st is replies perfectly, "Where would we go? You (alone) have the words of life..." It echoes in my head still... will I leave this work, would I forsake what is truth...? Where would I go? Who else always knows and always understands and always cares and can always help? No one. Absolutely no one. The way is hard and sometimes pretty rough, but it is never impassable. It gets lonely, but it's never completely alone. We are called to be obedient, not necessarily successful, but sometimes G-d allows us to be both. Where could I go? He is my All.
These thoughts and others like them were ringing in my head yesterday (and even some today as I write this). Most of the situations swirling around have not changed, but G-d has been working through your pr-yers and my perspective on all of it, has changed drastically for the better. :) I am so grateful for John 6, and the rest of it too of course. To Him be all praise and worship and glory and honour forever and ever into the ages. Amen.
G&P&L to you all in the name of our Chr-st,
II Corinthians 4:7