His Timing

G*d is a G*d of strategy.  I woke up one morning after dreaming about and remembering a day I had lied to a boss about 10 years ago.  I was so disturbed.  I was being reminded of my utter need to repent of things, past or current, that I might be able to stand before the L*rd in righteousness on the day He takes account.

Later that day, I happened to walk by a shop of a woman I know. I entered in and sat down to catch up; as I did I caught the women’s eyes with my gaze as she hurried around the shop.  I could see she wasn’t okay. As I inquired, she shared that just that day they were told they had to leave the property they were living on and move.  They had been giving a warning before, but the day was up and today was the day to move.  Her time was up. She cried unsure of how things would work out and where to go.  Knowing more of the details behind the story, I asked her questions about her anger at her current landlord.  It seemed as though everyone else who was required to move from the property had found beautiful and amazing new homes within their budget.  This family had struggled and was angry and bitter, and the feelings went deep and much farther into the past.  As we talked, I explained how anger and un-forgiveness can keep us bound, and stuck, and unable to hear the voice of G*d at times. I was able to very lovingly but in truth state that their family’s anger and resentment might actually be keeping them from moving forward into the new home they are suppose to be in.  We prayed together and talked about the commandment to forgive as we have been forgiven, and to not play judge, but allow G*d to be judge over all things. 


I think the only reason I was able to speak truth so openly and boldly is because G*d had just dealt with me on my own sins. His timing is impeccable. Sometimes, we don’t like the truth.  Sometimes, we don’t want to hear it. Sometimes we don’t want to admit where we are wrong.  But it will move mountains as we accept the truth and walk in the light with Je$us.  Pray with me for this woman “Glory” and her family, as well as myself, that G*d would keep us pure before Him, show us where we are wrong, and lead us to the cross where needed that we can walk in His grace and righteousness all the days of our life.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

The Bhindi or “Tikka” Mark on the Head- What is it?

Image
(Pooja tikka mark) Many westerners have asked me what the Bhindi or red “tikka” mark means or why I am willing to wear it as a Chri$tian. Many people associate this mark with H!nduism. In my contextualization classes we were taught about finding the difference between culture and religion. The scripture is clear that we don’t want to do anything to compromise our Chri$tian faith and values. At the same time the go$pel is full of the liberties that Chri$t brought to us through the cross. We are no longer obligated to religious practices and rituals. Chri$t fulfilled the law. As we work with non-believers we don’t want to make Chri$tianity another religion. We don’t want to make following Chri$t more difficult than it has to be. Following Je$us doesn’t have to mean abandoning culture, it just has to mean abandoning any other faith or practices of that faith. As teachers, we have to help our disciples find this difference as they come to follow the Father more and more. We don
Read more

But God...

Every Knee Will Bow And Every Tongue Will Confess Truly everywhere we look is need- physical, emotional, financial, and spiritual. I see the man with elephantitis lift his giant leg to shift his position as he sits on a mat begging for money on the side of the road. I see a woman sitting on a patch of grass on the edge of a busy highway practicing her meditation attempting to find her inner peace. I see a young girl on her way to school stop to touch the street cow and then touch her own forehead in hopes that her Hindu practices will reap the blessing from her god (cow). Simultaneously, I see a shop keeper allow the giant cow to mosey along his street front restaurant; he even offers the cow freshly made roti (bread) as to not offend his “god” passing by. I see another person practicing yoga with all the pristine positions and poses. Her breaths are well practiced, yet her face is stricken with the look of anxiety and distress.  I see a young man who was
Read more

The ugliness I sometimes see

Image
We returned home today, August 18th, to the vastly different country that I now call "home". The things I so easily become immune to while living here rage their ugly heads whenever I return. It’s a mini culture shock and re-initiation if you will. I watched from my hotel window as a woman outside bathed her child in brown water. They live in an uncompleted brick shack with holes and a plastic sheet roof that monsoon has mostly destroyed already. Besides the beauty in the color of the scraps of clothes they are wearing there is nothing beautiful to the sight. No running water, no comforts to enjoy- simply day to day survival. My heart broke as I watched her. I looked down to my own sleeping baby tucked away in a nice crib with clean sheets and clean clothes. Sin is a horrible thing! It’s mared the world God created and his original beauty designed. It’s brought sickness, poverty, and brokenness. My heart aches for this woman, and at the same time rejoices in the
Read more