Monday, March 16, 2015
“When you can't see God's hand, trust His heart.” ― Emily Freeman
There are a number of things in which we trust. We trust in a mother’s love, in a father’s taking care of his family, in a doctor doing what is best for you, in the police and fire departments to come through in every emergency, in the schools providing a good education, in your pastor being a man of God and inspirational and of impeccable integrity. Alas, the previous list is full of things that have betrayed our trust or simply wasn’t available for us. I could have made a much longer list, and I know you could add a number of things in which we should be able to trust but which have proved sadly untrustworthy. Every morning here we have almost forty children who have never really known a mother’s love or a father’s caring. They can’t even afford the poor medical care or educational system because nothing is free and they have no money, nor do those who are caring for them. It’s not just here, either. It would come as no surprise to me if you didn’t know several people who have learned that the list I made at the beginning of the blog holds no value for them because they have been hurt too often. There are parents who abuse their children, physically and sexually. There are doctors, teachers, police, and clergy who have abused the trust we placed in them. Adoptive parents frequently have to spend years trying to overcome the hurts and pains the children they adopted brought with them, and one of the worst is the distrust of adults who were supposed to care for them and about them. My sister is a mentor and tutor for troubled teen girls and boys, and it sometimes breaks my heart to read her blog, but that same blog also lifts my spirits because my sister is there to help them—and does. We do what we can with what we have where we are, but we often feel overwhelmed. The problems are just too many, too serious, too seemingly unsurmountable. Yet, we go on. We try to provide what has been missing in the lives of children and others, but we are too few, too old, have too little money, and are frustrated by the government and the culture. Why don’t we give up? Other missionaries have, we have seen them leave. We don’t give up, and you don’t give up because we don’t put our trust in the mortals of this world, but in He who not only must be obeyed, but in whom we can always trust. In America, it even says it on the money, “In God We Trust,” but few do that. We, and I do mean most of us Americans, have been raised to believe that we, ourselves, can do what is needed. We have been brought up in a kind of “John Wayne” mentality that says we don’t need anybody else’s help and that it is a sign of weakness to ask for it. Well folks, surprise, surprise, surprise. We not only need God’s help, but He provides it through others around us—but we have to ask. God feeds the birds, but He doesn’t deliver to the nests. You can sit with an empty plate on your front step and wait for the food to fill it up, or you can trust in God, ask for His help and receive it through the selfless giving of others. God not only can be trusted, He must be trusted. I won’t repeat the story of the footprints in the sand (if you don’t know it, Google it), but in my path along the beach there have been more than one place where there was only one set of footprints. I know of only one absolute in my life—God is worthy of my trust and always will be. Can you let go of your own stubborn, willful attempts and accept God’s willingness to love and help you? Until you do, you will never be free, and in the case of so many orphans around the world, never be fed, educated, and happy. God does the healing, if we but let those who are His hands and voice minister unto us. Please do.