It has come to the point where it has been obscenely too long since I have written something for this little blog. Most days I find myself having one thought that reminds me that I really should update the blog, and then that thought flutters away as the rest of mind becomes quickly crowed.
You see in order to write something I would have to sit, think, process, and then compose something that I originally did not really want to do. Therefore, the avoidance game began. If I kept busy with everything else I had to do, well then I had a legitimate reason for not writing, and therefore did not have to feel as bad. Honest, yes. Right, no.
But now I find myself compelled. Not by any person or thing, but my own desire to tell the story or better said the continuation of the story that has been unfolding in front of me. If I sit long enough, I see these moments flash by. The feel of the cold night air, the counting of beans, a flood consuming land, and then the people. I find myself overwhelmed by the memories of people. The laughing, sharing of stories, the forming of relationships all come rushing to me.
This is why I do not sit too long, this is why I find myself always wanting to find the next job to do, because if I am still for too long I am surrounded by these memories. They make me laugh, they make me cry, but above all they make me remember. Today I have been constantly reminded of this one moment, and have decided it is time to share it.
During spring break I was translating for a medical brigade. I had the easy job of simply telling the patients how to take their medication. There was this flow to the day. Sometimes there would be nobody waiting for medication, and then in a blink of an eye we would have eight people waiting. During one of the lighter moments of the day I found myself talking to this older man. Dressed in khakis, a button up shirt, and a cowboy hat you could not help but fall in love with this little, old man. Never meeting a stranger, never knowing the awkwardness that comes from meeting people from a different country, this man began to tell me his story.
He told me of his children, of his job, of his life. Then he told me how he had just received new glasses. Pulling them out and placing them gently on his nose the man began to ask a question. Me thinking I knew the answer to this obvious question began to say, “of course you look good in them”. But before I finished my sentence I realized that he was not asking how he looked or even if the glasses looked good. The man asked, “Do you have a Bible that I could read?” You see, the man had not been able to read in who knows how long, and reading the Bible was the only thing on his mind. In the deepest part of my mind I said to myself, “humbling moment number one of the day”.
As the conversation continued, the man kept thanking me and the rest of the brigade for everything we were doing. I told him that there was no reason to thank us because we were just doing this due to God and the love He has for everyone.
The man looked at me with those full, deep eyes and said, “Yes, but His love is manifested through you”.
Humbling moment number two.
I cannot express the depth to which those words hit me. How the truth of those words captivated me. It was as if everything else fell silent and only those words were in the air. Mine to grab. Mine to learn from. Mine to share. It was as if all the lies, doubts, fears that I had been wrestling with could no longer touch me. Truth had been spoken into my life, and nothing can control the power of that truth. Since that moment, I cannot help but sit and remember all of these memories. I cannot help, but want to flash back and see all the people that have helped in this ministry. I can now see that in those moments, in even the smallest of them, God’s love was being shared.
I have no great words of wisdom, no other lesson to share. I believe my little, old friend said it best, “God’s love is manifested through you”. So, get out there and share it. Be a part of this love. Be a part of this sharing.