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Lindon’s Hope

Tuesday, May 18th, 2010

             …In his law the islands will put their hope.” (Isaiah 42:4)

             Nine thousand miles away, in Papua New Guinea, a man named Lindon is redefining my hope in our Savior Jesus Christ.  It’s a miracle, when you consider that this inspiring brother in Christ almost didn’t make it through his first hours of life.

            After giving birth to him in an isolated area (yes, outside!), Lindon’s mother hid him in a hole in the surrounding rocks.  Unwilling to bear the burden of another child, she covered the hole with a rock and left her new baby to die.

            But Ningun’s daughters learned of what their mother had done, and hurried out to save the infant.  They found him in his rocky tomb, covered with ants but alive!  They washed him, brought him home and convinced their mother to care for him.

            The story foreshadows Lindon’s call to discipleship.  Although he once was as good as dead, he is now alive!  His sisters washed him in the water, and then brought him home.

            God had a plan for Lindon, you see.  He sent Pastor John and Maila Davies to work as Bible translators among Lindon’s people, the Minimib.

            Lindon carried a burden for his people.  As the elders passed away, he wondered who would lead his (God’s) people in future years.  Lindon described a dream he had,

            “I felt very sad, but someone came and touched my shoulder and said, ‘Do not cry my child; one day these tears of yours will be dry.’  I turned around but did not see anyone.”

Later, in another dream, Lindon found a book lying in the mud.  When he picked it up and cleaned off the pages, he discovered that it was a Bible.  Connecting the two dreams, Lindon experienced a revelation:

            “God’s good Word is Himself the good Leader.  He is the Leader who is quietly inside the hearts and thoughts of those people who belong to him – Christ Jesus, the Word of God.  Only this leader can ensure the future will be good.”

            Lindon’s beautiful words give new meaning to my hope, the hope that he and I share.

            After working with Pastor Davies to translate the New Testament into his native language, Lindon held the answer to his prayers in his own hands for the very first time last May.  The cover of the Minimib Bible reads “Minim Komin”, or “Word Alive” – the Word which is Alive and the Word which Gives Life.

            For more information about Pastor John and Maila Davies and their work as Bible translators with the Kobon, Minimib and Haruai peoples of Papua New Guinea, please contact the church office.

Redefining Hope

Thursday, April 22nd, 2010

                        “Here is my servant, whom I uphold,

                                    my chosen one in whom I delight;

                        I will put my Spirit on him

                                    and he will bring justice to the nations.

                        He will not shout or cry out,

                                    or raise his voice in the streets.

                        A bruised reed he will not break,

                                    and a smoldering wick he will not snuff out.

                        In faithfulness he will bring forth justice;

                                    he will not falter or be discouraged

                        till he establishes justice on earth.

                                    In his law the islands will put their hope.” (Isaiah 42:1-4)

            Last week, my daughters and I visited the “Gateway to America”, Ellis Island. We learned that more than 20 million people passed through this world-famous immigrant processing center between 1892 and 1954. Wow, that’s a lot of people!

            During the peak years of immigration, conditions at Ellis Island were almost as cramped as they were onboard the ships that brought the people on their month-long voyage to America. Most immigrants came speaking little or no English, and some came with nothing more than the clothes on their backs.

            Life must have been really hard for these people back in their home countries otherwise I can’t imagine what would have moved them to make such a journey.  Perhaps it was an ocean of tears that washed them up on our shores.

            I like to think of that first glimpse of the Statue of Liberty, “Mother of Exiles” with her torch held high and burning welcome, kindling some hope in the hearts of all who passed by her.

                        “`Give me your tired, your poor,

                        Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,

                        The wretched refuse of your teeming shore;

                        Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,

                        I lift my lamp beside the golden door!’”(The New Colossus, Emma Lazarus, 1883)

            “This is what America is all about!” I thought, hope burning inside of my own heart as our ferry boat circled round Liberty Island on its way back to Ellis and the mainland.  My heart went out to today’s immigrants coming to this great land with hope for a better life and for liberty.

            Oh God, may they not be disappointed!

            I don’t think they will be because, in a way, what they came to seek is the very thing they have brought with them.  Liberty is not something people are born with, but something born in people.  It’s born in their hardship and exists in their hearts before it ever becomes a reality in their lives.
     

       Liberty is something immigrants define anew for those of us who have lived with it long enough to take it for granted!

            In the same way, the ‘smoldering wicks’ that wash up on the shore of God’s Church rekindle the fire in us, the members of that Church.  Their hope in The Savior, born of their suffering, redefines our hope in God’s “chosen one”, Jesus Christ, The Lamp that shines bright and the Golden Door to new life and eternal liberty!