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Talita

Thursday, July 15th, 2010

            My sponsor child has been dropped from the mission project that she was in.  Talita hadn’t shown up for the program at her church’s child center for two months.  A project representative has visited her family, but I haven’t heard back with any details yet.

            It’s breaking my heart, because she’s such a sweet girl.  Her letters were always so affectionate, and she seemed to really be thriving in the program.  I’m sure she would never choose to be absent, so what could have kept her away for so long?

            Talita is nine years old and lives with her grandmother in Brazil.  Most adults in her community are unemployed, others work as day laborers.

            In February I received a letter from Talita’s pastor.  I learned from him that children in the project live in very small, crowded houses.  There is a lack of basic sanitation in the area, and so the children suffer with skin diseases, breathing problems and other illnesses.  The pastor wrote that the children also have “a great spiritual need”, that they are “daily exposed to drugs (especially marijuana and cocaine)”.  Christians are in the minority in Talita’s community.

            There is such suffering in the world.  Sometimes I feel so helpless to do anything about it.  But I know that God can help!  So I’m lifting Talita, and all of the suffering children of her community, up to Him in prayer, trusting in His power to save.

            “I know that the LORD secures justice for the poor and upholds the cause of the needy.” (Psalm 140:12)

Would you join me in prayer for these children this week?

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.

Cold Hands, Warm Heart

Wednesday, November 11th, 2009

            “Out of the most severe trial, their overflowing joy and their extreme poverty welled up in rich generosity” (2 Corinthians 8:2)

            Life is about choices. Like that button on the thermostat that goes up or down. I don’t know about you, but this year with the economy the way it’s been, mine is turned way down!  The family is going to have to make do with extra clothing and hot meals. 

            It’s getting cold! What temperature is your thermostat reading?

            More and more each year I dread the cold weather. Sometimes I wonder why God lets the earth suffer with cold. Think of the homeless, of people living in drafty places without heat, of people who work out in the cold and don’t have a hat or a winter coat!

            Maybe the cold exists, in a way, to move me to do something about it. If I didn’t have to wake up to a chilly winter morning, I guess I wouldn’t be thinking about all of those cold people around the world who don’t have a warm bed to get out of, or a fleece sweatshirt to pull on, or a hot cup of coffee to make. Bending my mind around the cold softens my heart. It moves me to look for that jacket my daughter has outgrown and bring it in to the collection at church. It moves me to buy a pair of gloves for our Plainfield mission project and a can of soup for the Foodbank. It moves me to praise God for our SHLC quilters sending warmth to so many in need, and to pray for all of the cold people in the world.

            I could turn the button on the thermostat up and let the warmth insulate me from the cold and all of the suffering it brings with it. But then I think my heart would grow cold. So I think I’ll leave it right where it is.