I will give some background as to why this question has surfaced. Just yesterday, I got the opportunity to go and deliver furniture with my church, Southland Christian Church, to families "in need". This is the second time that I have gotten to do so, and I can tell you with all the truth in my heart, that each time has been an eye opening and extremely humbling experience.
See I live in a nicer part of town...a more "well-off" part of Danville. But just a few miles down Main Street on the other side of the town lies an old apartment complex...overgrown grass, beat up and rickety cars, trash being blown through the parking lots, and many, many children. And to be honest, up until two weeks ago, I never knew that this place even existed. Sure, I had heard of Long Runs Apartment Complex, but never traveled across to that side...there was never need. And to my astounding ignorance, there is a great need.
There is a young black woman (sorry if this comment bothers you. I assure you, this is no derogatory statement) with two children living in Long Runs. She has recently moved here from Chicago. Why? To rebuild her family. She was born in Alabama, but was raised in Chicago. She had lost contact with her mom, so she decided it was time for her to start building. Restoring the family that she once had. With no money in her pocket and no car, she got to Danville, KY. Once she got here, she had no place to stay or live, so she headed to the nearest gas station. Used their bathroom to wash up and get cleaned up everyday. She would use their electricity to charge her phone. And this is how she lived until stumbling across Long Runs and she was able to get an apartment.
This is one of the girls that we delivered to yesterday. As I knocked on the door to her apartment, it was opened and it was as if she had just moved out. No furniture, and I mean none. Bathroom was filthy, no shower curtain. No closet doors, no beds, no couch, no tables. Just an empty house with people living in it. I remember turning to my co-worker and asking, "Have you ever had to live like this? I can't even comprehend what it must be like to live like this." Needless to say, Southland was able to provide this young mother with furniture and hope for a better life. She now has a place to raise her children, and rebuild the relationships that have been lost.
This smile I will never forget. This is the smile of a little girl in Africa. Three years ago, I got to visit her village and talk about Jesus with her. She taught me more then I ever could of taught her. She taught me what following Jesus really looks like and what being "in need" truly feels like.
See she lives in a village that is under the control of voodoo doctors. They practice witch craft and other sorts of things, yet in these dark moments, she still strives to find hope and joy. She lives at constant fear of disease, hunger, no water, no shelter, no clothing, no family and death. When was the last time I feared for that?
Never.
You ever wonder what it is going to sound like in heaven? I often times wonder what worship is going to sound like. The sound of billions of people praising their Father. Well, I got to ride on a bus with this young girl and all her friends while they sang worship songs in their language and I could not help but open the flood gates as tears poured down my face. Tears of sadness? No. Tears of joy? Yes. I believe this is what it will sound like in heaven. The sound of beautiful children worshipping their Father, knowing that all of the struggle they have endured...all of the trials they went through, were now being rewarded.
1 Peter 4: 13 says "But rejoice insofar as you share Christ's sufferings, that you may also rejoice and be glad when His glory is revealed"
And in verse 19, "Therefore let those who suffer according to God's will entrust their souls to a faithful Creator while doing good."
And the reason I share both of these stories is because I think that we (including I) need to realize that there are so many people in this world that have nothing, literally nothing, yet all that comes out of their mouths is joy and praise towards the Father. The young woman in the apartment complex...the little girl in Africa...words of joy and trust in their Father is all I heard. An understanding that faith in Christ is going to bring them home and that is all that mattered. No food, no clothes, no shelter, no water, no hope, in this world...but they have found hope in something much greater. A power that is much more powerful and glorious then anything we could ever find in this world.
I hear people complaining because their coffee was made with to much espresso, or not enough. People yelling at others because the car wash that they just ran their car through left a few streaks on the wind shield. Grocery shoppers complaining that their are not enough fruits and veggies to choose from. My cellphone doesn't get service. I don't get enough channels with DirectTV. I can't drink this water, it is warm.
The list goes on and on.
May we be a people that realizes that life is so much more then the necessities that we seem to think we need in this world. May we be a people that recognizes those "in need" and strives to do something about it. A people who knows that the love of Christ is much more then just a word...it is an action. Be the hands and feet of Jesus. Our head pastor, Jon Weece, asked it this way...
"Who do you have in your life who is a risk? Someone who is dangerous to your reputation?"
I would love to be in the Risky Business and I hope all of you would wish the same.
I am going to be a father in 16 weeks to Fenway Eden Doyle, and this will be her mother.
I can not believe that in three short months I am going to be a dad. Yesterday, I was thinking about father-daughter dances and how I can not wait to take her to those. Going to be awesome!
Last time I was able to write to you all, Hurley had just gotten snipped. Poor guy. The cone is gone, and the hyper, energetic, happy dog we once knew is back! Here he is in all of his glory!
Also, leaves change here. It is an amazing, beautiful thing.
"Our life of poverty is as necessary as the work itself. Only in heaven will we see how much me owe to the poor for helping us to love God better because of them." Mother Teresa.
Until Next Time,
JTD