Last day: TODAY we are leaving :(
I really do hope to come back here some day. I don’t know in what capacity, I’m not even saying for long, but it’s hard to leave. I also do really hope that my baby boy gets to continue in our footsteps and gets involved with mission. Those people need it, and other people too. It doesn’t have to be mission per say, but God’s work, helping people, loving people, ... I say that with a torn “mommy’s heart”. Off course I selfishly want to keep my baby boy at home with me (not that he’ll always remain a baby!), safe in Canada. But at the same time he ain’t mine to keep. He is God’s and whatever His plan is, I know it will be great. I also know that I don’t want to stand in the way, and I want to be Raph’s biggest cheerleader in whatever he does. Bringing him here was a huge act of “letting go” for me, but Raph has never “belonged” to me and it is with that attitude that we came here to Africa. He’s always been God's and I prefer Him to be in control anyway. Whether we’re in Africa or Canada, things could happen. Harmful things, things that I cannot control. But I do not want to live my life in fear, I do not want Raph to live his life in fear. I want him to live to the fullest, to live for God in the craziest way he is called to and I don’t want him to hold back. And I want to set an example for him, even if it’s tough at times, like this trip was (I’m sure you can imagine). I really hope I can do all that! God have mercy on me!
Off to go on 4 flights. Talk to you later :)
Tuesday, June 01, 2010
May 29th - Saturday
Today is our last official day here in Mozambique, tomorrow we leave... It’s very sad to think about leaving these beautiful people behind, not knowing if we’ll ever see them again. Our hearts are heavy and we’re definitely NOT ready to leave. Both Mike and I agree that we would love to stay another month right now! Not that it’s possible, but it’s good that we don’t feel like: “Enough, get me out of here”. Even with the malaria! Not bad right?
Rick brought Mike, Raph and I to see some parts of the farm we actually had not seen yet. He brought us to the river and it’s absolutely gorgeous. I really wish we had brought the camera along for that, but we did not! Rats.
I spent a good part of the day packing and organizing our stuff. We are leaving many things behind, but we have to divide them in where they are supposed to go. Our clothes to the mission, but I gave the baby clothes to a lady who I’ve gotten to know during our stay here who has a baby girl about Raph’s age... so 2 piles for those... one with the ones that still need to be washed... Oh and I left my coffee press with coffee-lover-Keren. I couldn’t just leave it with anyone! I WILL tho have to RUN into a store when we get home and buy a new one. Yes, I know, it’s terrible after all I’ve experienced here, you would think one could do without coffee... But I’m still a mother of a baby who doesn’t sleep much and if you think it’s a good idea for me not to drink any coffee right now, I’m open to alternatives like you take my baby for one night, ... :) That said, I think you get the point!! So once we had made all sort of piles (by we, I mean mostly me... Raph just spread them all over the place and Mike well who knows what Mike was doing...), it was time to make a delicious “left over soup”. I love soups that are full of flavors and this one was a success! I even had enough for Rick and Heather!
Packing is a bit tricky though as I’m trying to bring back some clay pots!!! We will see if one makes it home (one out of five, that’s all I’m hoping for!). We came here with 5 suitcases, 2 for Rick and Heather, and are trying to go back with 3. The only problem is that they have to be stacked into each other, increasing weight and decreasing space! I do hope that it adds protection (double suitcase) to my clay pots :) I made it all fit in the 3 suitcases tho and I am very proud of myself! And that is with one suitcase full of souvenirs!!! That’s the way to do it right?
This afternoon, there was also a soccer game at the village where we are staying. The white people (“mouzongou”) against the black people. That’s how they told us it was gonna be. But thankfully a few of the locals joined with us uncoordinated white un-athletic human beings. Ok so some of “us” were actually athletic. Just not nearly as good at soccer as these guys. They were INSANE. In a good way! They won. But Mike scored a goal. Our only goal actually! Assisted by Rick :) Oh and I “played” too. Thought I’d let you know... But I did not really make a big difference, so don’t get too excited and think I have hidden talents. I don’t! he he. After the game the guys were quite excited to get a group picture with all the cute nursing students. Awkward. We handled the situation as best as we could, but I tell you, the guys really thought those girls were something else. I don’t blame them. :) We bought cokes for all the players and it was a party!
This evening I baked a cake for Rick’s birthday. Ain’t it nice that we got to be here to celebrate his birthday? I thought so!!!! Rick and Heather invited all the students and staff to have a little “party” at their house, playing cards and wii. It was a nice way to spend our last evening in Mozambique! I’m really going to miss the new people I have met, both locals and staff. And the nursing students. So many fantastic people. I feel so blessed to have known them. I feel richer somehow. They have taught me so much.
Rick brought Mike, Raph and I to see some parts of the farm we actually had not seen yet. He brought us to the river and it’s absolutely gorgeous. I really wish we had brought the camera along for that, but we did not! Rats.
I spent a good part of the day packing and organizing our stuff. We are leaving many things behind, but we have to divide them in where they are supposed to go. Our clothes to the mission, but I gave the baby clothes to a lady who I’ve gotten to know during our stay here who has a baby girl about Raph’s age... so 2 piles for those... one with the ones that still need to be washed... Oh and I left my coffee press with coffee-lover-Keren. I couldn’t just leave it with anyone! I WILL tho have to RUN into a store when we get home and buy a new one. Yes, I know, it’s terrible after all I’ve experienced here, you would think one could do without coffee... But I’m still a mother of a baby who doesn’t sleep much and if you think it’s a good idea for me not to drink any coffee right now, I’m open to alternatives like you take my baby for one night, ... :) That said, I think you get the point!! So once we had made all sort of piles (by we, I mean mostly me... Raph just spread them all over the place and Mike well who knows what Mike was doing...), it was time to make a delicious “left over soup”. I love soups that are full of flavors and this one was a success! I even had enough for Rick and Heather!
Packing is a bit tricky though as I’m trying to bring back some clay pots!!! We will see if one makes it home (one out of five, that’s all I’m hoping for!). We came here with 5 suitcases, 2 for Rick and Heather, and are trying to go back with 3. The only problem is that they have to be stacked into each other, increasing weight and decreasing space! I do hope that it adds protection (double suitcase) to my clay pots :) I made it all fit in the 3 suitcases tho and I am very proud of myself! And that is with one suitcase full of souvenirs!!! That’s the way to do it right?
This afternoon, there was also a soccer game at the village where we are staying. The white people (“mouzongou”) against the black people. That’s how they told us it was gonna be. But thankfully a few of the locals joined with us uncoordinated white un-athletic human beings. Ok so some of “us” were actually athletic. Just not nearly as good at soccer as these guys. They were INSANE. In a good way! They won. But Mike scored a goal. Our only goal actually! Assisted by Rick :) Oh and I “played” too. Thought I’d let you know... But I did not really make a big difference, so don’t get too excited and think I have hidden talents. I don’t! he he. After the game the guys were quite excited to get a group picture with all the cute nursing students. Awkward. We handled the situation as best as we could, but I tell you, the guys really thought those girls were something else. I don’t blame them. :) We bought cokes for all the players and it was a party!
This evening I baked a cake for Rick’s birthday. Ain’t it nice that we got to be here to celebrate his birthday? I thought so!!!! Rick and Heather invited all the students and staff to have a little “party” at their house, playing cards and wii. It was a nice way to spend our last evening in Mozambique! I’m really going to miss the new people I have met, both locals and staff. And the nursing students. So many fantastic people. I feel so blessed to have known them. I feel richer somehow. They have taught me so much.
May 28th - Friday
This morning Mike did the devotional at the worker’s meeting (every morning between 7:00 and 7:30, they meet together!!). They gathered around our little family at the end to pray for us. It was so touching to have all the “mozambican” men (and one woman) gathered around us, along with the team of nurses. We have been blessed beyond words by the workers here and we will miss them greatly!!!
And then we began today the best I could have imagined.... By going to see the little boy from yesterday again (please read yesterday if you have not). My heart had been so broken and I really wanted to bring him clothes. Rick agreed to drive Mike and I there early this morning and I could not have been happier. We greeted his father and explained to him that we wanted to bless his family, that his son had touched my mother’s heart and that I wanted to share some of Raph’s clothes with him. We wanted to be so careful not to offend them. It doesn’t matter how poor you are, no one wants to feel like they can’t provide for their family! But he was very happy to have us bless them in this way. All his wives wre there and his children. way This morning we went to give clothes to that little boy who “broke my heart".
Then we went to the preschool, taught them more games and did some crafts.
This afternoon we ran the orphan program again. We played some freesbee, I taught the story of Noah, and we made some paper boats.
And then we began today the best I could have imagined.... By going to see the little boy from yesterday again (please read yesterday if you have not). My heart had been so broken and I really wanted to bring him clothes. Rick agreed to drive Mike and I there early this morning and I could not have been happier. We greeted his father and explained to him that we wanted to bless his family, that his son had touched my mother’s heart and that I wanted to share some of Raph’s clothes with him. We wanted to be so careful not to offend them. It doesn’t matter how poor you are, no one wants to feel like they can’t provide for their family! But he was very happy to have us bless them in this way. All his wives wre there and his children. way This morning we went to give clothes to that little boy who “broke my heart".
Then we went to the preschool, taught them more games and did some crafts.
This afternoon we ran the orphan program again. We played some freesbee, I taught the story of Noah, and we made some paper boats.
Friday, May 28, 2010
May 27th - Thursday
This morning we went to visit some school kids in their community. Mike and the translator (Simon) played soccer with the boys and Heather and I painted the girls nails. They loved having their nails painted! Because the kids here don’t wear shoes (can’t afford them), the girls had next to no nails on their feet, except for the big toe. It was strange just painting their skin with the polish... A lot of the girls also had very dark nails due to mal nutrition. It’s hard to see.
I also got to pound maize. Well I didn’t really pound much! It is so difficult! The stick is so heavy and the women here pound hour after hour! And sometimes with babies strapped unto their backs! And it’s so very hot... They definitely earned my admiration. We have it so easy in Canada with our instant food and microwaves. It’s ridiculous the amount of work that those women do every day, on top of caring for the children, and their husband!
Mike shared the story of Esther with the school kids, and it’s hard to know how much they understand. We find it very hard to talk through translators as it’s always difficult to know what is being communicated!!! While he was sharing this story, this little boy came up to me and put his hand on my shoulder. Most kids here are, at least at first, very cautious around us white people! I think they find us scary, especially since many of them are told that white people eat children!!! Sort of like the “boogie man”...
Anyway, this little boy comes up to me and looks into my eyes (I’m sitting) and he broke my heart... His face was full of boogers, he had flies crawling all over it (like in all those world vision clips) and had the dirtiest clothes I have seen on a person to this day. His shorts were in such bad shape that they were completely open at the bottom and left everything (and I mean everything) hanging in the open. He dragged his bum around in the ground, and when he came back to see me again, I realized that his clothes were also soiled from his “emptying himself” and I’m putting it nicely. He tore my heart open, literally! I wrapped my arms around him and had to fight the urge to pick him up, fetch some water and give him a good scrub. That would be the least someone could do for this dear child. I wanted to take him home and love him like my own. My heart could not bear this. I have seen much poverty, much sickness since coming here. But for some reason this little boy just took everything in my heart and spilled it out in the open. When we came back home (to the farm), I wept, and wept, and wept. I wept for all the poor children of this world, I wept for my baby boy who has so much and doesn’t even know it, I wept for me, who has more than enough and still wants more. I wept for all the people who die without knowing Christ and wept some more, for this little boy... and I don’t even know his name. He changed me. He broke me. Broke me in the same way God breaks for people. I cannot go back home and be the same. And I have to do something for this child. (stay tuned for the rest of the story tomorrow).
After this, we went to help out serve lunch at the school. I love this ministry, it makes me happy! The children are so thankful to be getting food. I scrapped the bowl of “sudsa” until there was no more, I scrapped it with my bare hands and gave all that I could to those children. I had to after the morning I'd had! They were so thankful. We have so much to learn from them!
This afternoon we went to visit some of the orphan kids we had done crafts with a different day (those flower pen). I love this community, the granny there is so awesome!!! We bought all of the pottery that she makes and I really hope that at least one of them makes it home un-shattered! They are beautiful work of art :)
I also got to pound maize. Well I didn’t really pound much! It is so difficult! The stick is so heavy and the women here pound hour after hour! And sometimes with babies strapped unto their backs! And it’s so very hot... They definitely earned my admiration. We have it so easy in Canada with our instant food and microwaves. It’s ridiculous the amount of work that those women do every day, on top of caring for the children, and their husband!
Mike shared the story of Esther with the school kids, and it’s hard to know how much they understand. We find it very hard to talk through translators as it’s always difficult to know what is being communicated!!! While he was sharing this story, this little boy came up to me and put his hand on my shoulder. Most kids here are, at least at first, very cautious around us white people! I think they find us scary, especially since many of them are told that white people eat children!!! Sort of like the “boogie man”...
Anyway, this little boy comes up to me and looks into my eyes (I’m sitting) and he broke my heart... His face was full of boogers, he had flies crawling all over it (like in all those world vision clips) and had the dirtiest clothes I have seen on a person to this day. His shorts were in such bad shape that they were completely open at the bottom and left everything (and I mean everything) hanging in the open. He dragged his bum around in the ground, and when he came back to see me again, I realized that his clothes were also soiled from his “emptying himself” and I’m putting it nicely. He tore my heart open, literally! I wrapped my arms around him and had to fight the urge to pick him up, fetch some water and give him a good scrub. That would be the least someone could do for this dear child. I wanted to take him home and love him like my own. My heart could not bear this. I have seen much poverty, much sickness since coming here. But for some reason this little boy just took everything in my heart and spilled it out in the open. When we came back home (to the farm), I wept, and wept, and wept. I wept for all the poor children of this world, I wept for my baby boy who has so much and doesn’t even know it, I wept for me, who has more than enough and still wants more. I wept for all the people who die without knowing Christ and wept some more, for this little boy... and I don’t even know his name. He changed me. He broke me. Broke me in the same way God breaks for people. I cannot go back home and be the same. And I have to do something for this child. (stay tuned for the rest of the story tomorrow).
After this, we went to help out serve lunch at the school. I love this ministry, it makes me happy! The children are so thankful to be getting food. I scrapped the bowl of “sudsa” until there was no more, I scrapped it with my bare hands and gave all that I could to those children. I had to after the morning I'd had! They were so thankful. We have so much to learn from them!
This afternoon we went to visit some of the orphan kids we had done crafts with a different day (those flower pen). I love this community, the granny there is so awesome!!! We bought all of the pottery that she makes and I really hope that at least one of them makes it home un-shattered! They are beautiful work of art :)
May 26th - Wednesday
Today Mike was asked to do some physical labor :) He had to bring big wooden posts to the edge of the farm’s property. This was only 2 and 1/2 miles away, but driving there and back took 1 hour! It was all in first gear, driving through a river, through a valley, ... you get the idea! All in Rick’s truck, so good fun times for Mike. I think the most difficult part was going with a crew that didn’t speak English and Mike trying to give directives. It can get pretty frustrating when you can’t communicate what you want done! I do think he’s learning Portuguese without realizing it tho! he he.
I stayed behind (didn’t think I could be much help lugging those big posts around) and prepared for the orphan program Mike and I are doing on Friday. We will do the story of Noah. I also did coloring for the nurses (again) and spent time with our beautiful baby boy! I took him and Tendai (Rick and Heather’s daughter) for a walk in a wagon, they loved it! I did laundry and cooked some meals ahead of time as the next 2 days will be very busy! I’m learning that sometimes mission just means staying at home and doing the same “mundane” things that we do in Canada! In previous mission’s trips that Mike and I have been on, they were much shorter and we never spent time preparing meals and (as those were always provided), but this is more every day mission life and we love it. We really wanted to experience how it would feel like to be long term missionaries and we’re surely getting a good idea.
Tonight we had supper with Rick and Heather and played some games. It was nice to have some “down time” with them as we have been so busy and haven’t really “hung out” since coming back from our hectic trip up North. It’s amazing all that has happened since coming here. wow.
I stayed behind (didn’t think I could be much help lugging those big posts around) and prepared for the orphan program Mike and I are doing on Friday. We will do the story of Noah. I also did coloring for the nurses (again) and spent time with our beautiful baby boy! I took him and Tendai (Rick and Heather’s daughter) for a walk in a wagon, they loved it! I did laundry and cooked some meals ahead of time as the next 2 days will be very busy! I’m learning that sometimes mission just means staying at home and doing the same “mundane” things that we do in Canada! In previous mission’s trips that Mike and I have been on, they were much shorter and we never spent time preparing meals and (as those were always provided), but this is more every day mission life and we love it. We really wanted to experience how it would feel like to be long term missionaries and we’re surely getting a good idea.
Tonight we had supper with Rick and Heather and played some games. It was nice to have some “down time” with them as we have been so busy and haven’t really “hung out” since coming back from our hectic trip up North. It’s amazing all that has happened since coming here. wow.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
May 25th - Tuesday
Today we went to visit some orphans that are sponsored by the ministry here (and people back home in Canada). You would not believe the difference in these kids. They look much healthier than the other kids who do not receive help. It’s amazing to SEE it so evident. We did crafts with them for their sponsors back home and they colored a picture. They worked so hard at it! We also met the “granny” who runs the home where those kids live. She was so sweet!!! I helped her with some of the meal preparation and she really wanted us to stay for food. We politely declined (would feel awful to take the little food they do have). But again it’s so refreshing to see the generosity of those who have so little.
The centipedes bite here. They look funny too.
This is not really related to something I experienced today, but I read this as part of my devotions and got thinking, so you are welcome to read my thoughts :)
2 Corinthians 12: 9 “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.”
While I was at my sickest point with malaria during our time here in Africa, I felt very weak. I was so weak I could not walk more than 4 steps before seeing black and nearly passing out. I felt so alone and selfishly begged God to take the illness away. The argument: “but I’m here to do your work Lord, don’t you want me to?” was never far from my mind. I know it’s useless to argue with God, but who doesn’t? The truth is, He does indeed know best, and it still would have been that way had I died (if He had seen that as being the best).
I know that God can indeed bring glory to himself in all situation. But power being made perfect (as in this verse)? Sufficient grace? Am I alone thinking I’d also like a comfy bed when I’m not This is not really related to today, but I read this as part of my devotions and got thinking. feeling well? Is He is sufficient when I don’t feel good? Yet His word is clear: “My grace is sufficient for you”. Furthermore, the reason for our weakness is so that His power would be made perfect. That’s my part to play, the weak part that is! Not fun, but God’s power gets to be displayed!!! I’m in!!! Isn’t that why I came here? To show God, to display His power? AMEN. Thank you for my weakness Lord. May His power be EVIDENT through me, praise God I’m so weak! I’m so weak in more ways than I wish to discuss in this blog! As Paul says it: “That is why, for Christ’s sake, I delight in weakness, in insults, in hardships, in persecution, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.” Amen? (the people here say Amen all the time). I get to be canvas for God’s glory to be displayed on. The weaker I am, the better His glory can be displayed!!! Amen? (are you repeating Amen after me? he he).
This afternoon we went to visit more orphans kids and made more flower pen with them. It’s interesting how much they love this simple craft, even the boys!!! I love it. I also went for a walk around the farm with Raph, the weather just being gorgeous today! Tonight I invited the nursing students to come and play some card games. Should be fun. I will attempt to make some orange chocolate chips muffins for the occasion, thanks to the Internet and it’s millions of recipes!!!
The centipedes bite here. They look funny too.
This is not really related to something I experienced today, but I read this as part of my devotions and got thinking, so you are welcome to read my thoughts :)
2 Corinthians 12: 9 “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.”
While I was at my sickest point with malaria during our time here in Africa, I felt very weak. I was so weak I could not walk more than 4 steps before seeing black and nearly passing out. I felt so alone and selfishly begged God to take the illness away. The argument: “but I’m here to do your work Lord, don’t you want me to?” was never far from my mind. I know it’s useless to argue with God, but who doesn’t? The truth is, He does indeed know best, and it still would have been that way had I died (if He had seen that as being the best).
I know that God can indeed bring glory to himself in all situation. But power being made perfect (as in this verse)? Sufficient grace? Am I alone thinking I’d also like a comfy bed when I’m not This is not really related to today, but I read this as part of my devotions and got thinking. feeling well? Is He is sufficient when I don’t feel good? Yet His word is clear: “My grace is sufficient for you”. Furthermore, the reason for our weakness is so that His power would be made perfect. That’s my part to play, the weak part that is! Not fun, but God’s power gets to be displayed!!! I’m in!!! Isn’t that why I came here? To show God, to display His power? AMEN. Thank you for my weakness Lord. May His power be EVIDENT through me, praise God I’m so weak! I’m so weak in more ways than I wish to discuss in this blog! As Paul says it: “That is why, for Christ’s sake, I delight in weakness, in insults, in hardships, in persecution, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.” Amen? (the people here say Amen all the time). I get to be canvas for God’s glory to be displayed on. The weaker I am, the better His glory can be displayed!!! Amen? (are you repeating Amen after me? he he).
This afternoon we went to visit more orphans kids and made more flower pen with them. It’s interesting how much they love this simple craft, even the boys!!! I love it. I also went for a walk around the farm with Raph, the weather just being gorgeous today! Tonight I invited the nursing students to come and play some card games. Should be fun. I will attempt to make some orange chocolate chips muffins for the occasion, thanks to the Internet and it’s millions of recipes!!!
Monday, May 24, 2010
May 24th - Monday
This morning Mike went with the mercy air guests to the school where they taught with soccer balls (big deal with the world cup coming up) about Jesus. I wasn’t there so I can’t tell you much about it. What I do know is that I made over 50 muffins and they are good. I also did some coloring for Keren (a nurse here) she is doing a nutrition program and needed some veggies colored. I know, it’s tough work!
This afternoon Mike, Raph, Francois, Matthew and I went to deliver food @ the school for the feeding program. We had good discussions in the truck with Francois (who is from South Africa and now missionary here), I am learning so much about the people. I can’t believe we have less than a week here, there is so much I still want to learn!!!
I did my devotions in the sun, I love the sun. You have to wait until a bit later in the day if you don’t want to burn, but it’s worth the wait :) I read in Philippians today and was “hit” by a new revelation. Since coming here, I realized how much I have felt entitled (in the past and still now, old habits don’t die fast) to my stuff. I feel like I deserve it somehow. I feel like I’m Canadian, I’m privilege because I’m white and I deserve to have all the comforts I have. You do it too (sorry to say), without noticing, so please stay with me on this train of thought. Coming here feels like “lowering your standard of life” from what we are used to, even though the people have so little food, never minds comforts! And thn it hit me: You think that’s bad Marie-Eve? You think the difference between you and these people is bad? Well think “JESUS”. That’s right. He was in heaven. Talk about a nice place. And He came on earth! Ok not so nice in comparison. He didn’t come to North America in year 2010. He went to Jerusalem a long time ago and lived a hard life. He traveled lot’s, ate simple meals of fish and bread and died a terrible death. If there is someone who knows about “lowering their standard of life” it’s Jesus. If someone was indeed entitled to comfort it is God (makes sense right?). So I just can’t tell God that I’m unwilling to do anything for Him because I’m somehow entitled to some comfort, to my stuff, ... Can I? Tricky right?
What He did for me is so BIG. He became in very nature man. He was (is) God. That’s not something to overlook. And then what happened? God gave him back the glory, God made it so that every knee would bow to Him (some day). So if there is someone who knows about hard life it’s Jesus. PRAISE BE TO HIM for his sacrifice, for me and for the people here. May we be found willing to sacrifice it all for Him as well. Oh I haven’t attained more holiness than you since this revelation, neithe do I think I will. I’m still on this road, but I press on. Press on with me, that we may gain the only thing that is worth attaining: the saving power of His resurrection. May His sacrifice not be in vain. Praise be to God.
This afternoon Mike, Raph, Francois, Matthew and I went to deliver food @ the school for the feeding program. We had good discussions in the truck with Francois (who is from South Africa and now missionary here), I am learning so much about the people. I can’t believe we have less than a week here, there is so much I still want to learn!!!
I did my devotions in the sun, I love the sun. You have to wait until a bit later in the day if you don’t want to burn, but it’s worth the wait :) I read in Philippians today and was “hit” by a new revelation. Since coming here, I realized how much I have felt entitled (in the past and still now, old habits don’t die fast) to my stuff. I feel like I deserve it somehow. I feel like I’m Canadian, I’m privilege because I’m white and I deserve to have all the comforts I have. You do it too (sorry to say), without noticing, so please stay with me on this train of thought. Coming here feels like “lowering your standard of life” from what we are used to, even though the people have so little food, never minds comforts! And thn it hit me: You think that’s bad Marie-Eve? You think the difference between you and these people is bad? Well think “JESUS”. That’s right. He was in heaven. Talk about a nice place. And He came on earth! Ok not so nice in comparison. He didn’t come to North America in year 2010. He went to Jerusalem a long time ago and lived a hard life. He traveled lot’s, ate simple meals of fish and bread and died a terrible death. If there is someone who knows about “lowering their standard of life” it’s Jesus. If someone was indeed entitled to comfort it is God (makes sense right?). So I just can’t tell God that I’m unwilling to do anything for Him because I’m somehow entitled to some comfort, to my stuff, ... Can I? Tricky right?
What He did for me is so BIG. He became in very nature man. He was (is) God. That’s not something to overlook. And then what happened? God gave him back the glory, God made it so that every knee would bow to Him (some day). So if there is someone who knows about hard life it’s Jesus. PRAISE BE TO HIM for his sacrifice, for me and for the people here. May we be found willing to sacrifice it all for Him as well. Oh I haven’t attained more holiness than you since this revelation, neithe do I think I will. I’m still on this road, but I press on. Press on with me, that we may gain the only thing that is worth attaining: the saving power of His resurrection. May His sacrifice not be in vain. Praise be to God.
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