As many of you know I had the opportunity to speak to a Christian group in Pakistan via skype recently. When I first received the invitation, I can tell you I was both excited and hesitant at the same time. I mean it’s no secret that Christianity is not exactly accepted in Pakistan.
– Who exactly was this group?
– What were they teaching the people in the group?
– Were our beliefs the same?
-Would their views align with mine?
These were just some of my concerns as I contemplated whether or not this was something I wanted to do. After kicking the idea around and after having a conversation with the voice of reason <my mom>, I realized I really didn’t have a choice in the matter. It was an assignment given to me by G-d and not only would I carry it out, but I would carry it out with a cheerful heart.
Blessed to be a blessing were her exact words!!
…And she knew exactly what she was talking about like all good momma’s do.
You see this group reminded me of how we ought to ask G-d for The Hard Thing.
About 20 of them gathered in what seemed to be an empty room with a banner displaying their name in the back. On their knees and sitting in rows on the floor they greeted me with the most genuine smiles showing both appreciation and reverence. I’m not sure if my favorite part was when they asked me to sing a worship song or when they waved hello at me through the camera. And for those of you who know me, you can breathe now…No, I did not sing! I’ll save that for the next time <wink, wink>
My message was about G-d’s faithfulness. Yet in spite of the fact that I was the one who brought the Word, I can tell you that they were the ones that brought the testimony!
There was no fancy sanctuary filled with comfortable chairs, nor were their flashy lights or top of the line instruments. All there was, was a people who had learned to ask and depend on G-d for The Hard Thing.
For peace amongst the turmoil
For water in the dry place
For protection in the middle of the chaos and violence
For all the things that you and I take for granted every day because they come with our territory.
You see for them, this is The Hard Thing. What can only happen on a daily basis with the intervention of a faithful G-d.
Like always, my mother was right…the blessing was for me. I will not settle for the little things but will confide in an all-powerful G-d to perform The Hard Thing(s) in my life.
Praying you do the same….