Tuesday, December 10, 2013
A lesson in life and ministry
I spent the day cleaning, doing
laundry and ironing. Miata came by to
wash my floors and washed the bed sheets.
I could have washed the sheets in the washing machine, but she insisted
that she could do them, so I handed them over.
Miata has worked with The Salvation Army for many years. She worked at the Girls Hostel until it
closed and has been helping with cooking and cleaning at various SA event and
facilities. The first CHQ prayer meeting
I attended, Colonel reprimanded those in attendance for not coming alongside
Miata the past couple of weeks when she had to deal with the death of a
daughter. Her daughter was 26. No one from CHQ came to help or provide any
support for the family and no one attended the funeral. Colonel was in Ghana at the time and told
them it must not happen again. There are
two new couples at CHQ – just arrived in September from Ghana and Zambia, so
they would not have known the ‘history’ of Miata, but everyone else would have
known. I am reminded of how easy it is to get so
wrapped up in planning and preparing (for them the 25th Anniversary
celebration) that we miss what God is calling us to ‘in the moment.’ It’s not that anyone purposefully neglected
Miata. They were just too busy to see
the need ‘right under their noses.’ I’m
just as guilty of having done the same thing too many times in the past.
1 John 3:18
Dear children, let us not love with words or tongue but with actions and in truth.
Dear children, let us not love with words or tongue but with actions and in truth.
1 Peter 3:8 Finally, all of you, live in harmony with one another; be sympathetic,
love as brothers, be compassionate and humble.
Hebrews 10:24 And let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good
deeds.
And rather than walk in bitterness or unforgiveness,
Miata continues to walk in love. In the
midst of her own grief and heartache, she reaches out to others to serve and be
sensitive to the needs of others. I have
much to learn from those around me.
Richard Flomo came by in the evening, so I went outside
the compound to greet him. Richard is my
friend who is crippled and needs a new wheel chair. He is still using the old wheel chair, but
someone rigged up a bicycle tire on the front with hand pedals and welded them
to his old wheel chair. It’s a pretty
primitive set up, but it gets him around and he definitely has some upper body
strength, in spite of his thin, twisted legs.
His daughter, Rachel is a junior in high school and he is so proud of
managing to keep her in school. He often
asks for a laptop for her because she is so good with computer skills and is learning
how to repair computers. I tell him to
keep praying and believing God. Maybe
one day the laptop and wheel chair will come.
And even if details don't come together as he wants, God will continue to
provide in ways far beyond anything we can ask or imagine.
In earlier years in Liberia, Richard
used to meet me on the street when I was out walking and we would often ‘walk’ –
okay, me walking and Richard wheeling himself long – together until his arms
would be too tired to go on and he’d turn back. Every time I come here, we connect.
So much to learn from the people here in Liberia!