Earth’s crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God;
But only he who sees, takes off his shoes,
The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries . . .
-Elizabeth Barrett Browning
“Lord, open my eyes that I may how You are working all around us. Amen.”
Thoughts on Amazement
God has really been speaking to my heart
And opening my eyes.
I’m realizing how He is mightily at work around us.
It seems no one we meet is by accident.
I’ll use a cuss word: There’s no such thing as coincidence.
That’s a word that shouldn’t fit in any Believer’s vocabulary.
Ain’t no such animal.
Put that word on the shelf beside another four letter word, Luck.
Wash my mouth out with soap. I’ve said two “wordy dirds” this morning.
I truly stand amazed at how the power of Jesus is at work.
Here’s one story:
His name is Michael.
I first met him about six weeks ago.
He’s a Dinka teen. Tall, lean, and dark.
Banished to Uganda from his South Sudanese home.
Unable to continue the education he knows is the way out of poverty.
He has a personal faith in God.
I’ve seen it. I’ve heard it.
Each time we visited his Camp, Ulua 2, he’s said, “We are praying for water here.”
Yesterday when we arrived with two drilling trucks in tow, he met us at the road.
“God has answered our prayer. We will have water.”
Yes, I stand amazed in the presence
of how God is working.
Of how some people’s faith, even a lanky teenage boy, grows in the midst of trial.
I’m just the storyteller of all of this.
I’m just the water carrier between the Living Water well and thirsty folks.
And I stand amazed to even be here.
I stand amazed in the presence
Of Jesus the Nazarene
And wonder how He could love me
A sinner condemned unclean.