Bracelet from China, coffee from Ethiopia, scarf from Cambodia, necklace from Belize, earrings from Africa, picture from Scotland, bag from Mexico.
Gifts from friends at church who have gone out to tell the world about Jesus.
My son just returned from spending a week with other teens who were shining the light on a Blackfeet reservation, and tomorrow I’ll drive to the airport to say goodbye to another group heading to the Czech Republic to shine the light of Jesus in that beautiful country.
A missionary who had spent a lifetime in Africa once visited our home. He was fascinating to be with. Told stories about the entire school where he taught getting lice and how they sat out on the porch taking turns combing lice out of each other’s hair. (He laughed out loud, as if it was a precious memory.)
He taught us how to sing Jesus Loves Me in Swahili.
Over dinner we talked about the world and how it needs Jesus. He looked me in the eyes and said, Everyone should have one foot in another country.
“For God so loved the world…” (John 3:16 NIV)
Somehow, despite the difficulty of life right in front of my face, I have a growing love for the world. The atheist in the Czech, the boy with no mother in Haiti, the 5-year-old, Native-American girl in Heart Butte who fell in love with my son, the Asian women who can’t afford personal sanitary supplies. I care about their eternal souls.
And in seeing their faces and their struggles, my perspective on all that is difficult in my life has changed.
Instead of focusing on our own hard stuff today, I would love to hear what country or people group God has put on your heart. Do you have one of your feet planted somewhere else around the world?
Part of my heart is here: