A Last Minute Ministry

After a late night of checking details and packing, it came to my attention that both Nancy and I were allowed to carry two checked bags each (with the weight limit set at 50lbs a piece). Since we are both low rollin' at 26 lbs. of luggage, this opened up another possibility. I wondered if there was any way possible that we could bring the Mother Theresa Orphanage a gift from the believers here in the states. So, I put out a word through email, facebook and my so supportive Adult Bible Fellowship group at church. Within 24 hours, we are loading suitcases with these precious supplies for the orphans there, in the name of Jesus! We have diapers, wipes, formula, baby toys, big kid toys, clothes and lots of blankets! As if that wasn't enough, we were given $525.00 US to buy more formula for the orphans when we got there!

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Isn't it a refreshing thought- When God moves in His people, humans, sinners saved by grace in Christ Jesus, that they all move in the exact same direction toward a need to be met in His Name?

Formula will come into that orphanage in a generous abundance and the possibility is there, since the donation (however unexpected) was large enough, that we are looking into the orphanage's needs of water purification. Those babies, children and nuns just may, if they need it, have cleaner, safer, refreshing drinking water all because of this last minute calling on our hearts. I could almost breath relief for those at the orphanage and we all can sleep tonight knowing that these children will know that God is big enough to move in hearts of strangers to provide for them. Thank you to everyone who gave so freely for the sake of this very precious, last minute ministry!
I love you- beautiful, body of Christ.

-Joyous

This song, by Sara Groves, is the new song of the moment. I think of those babies, the children without parents asking the nuns these words:

Why It Matters

by Sara Groves

Sit with me and tell me once again
Of the story that's been told us
Of the power that will hold us
Of the beauty, of the beauty
Why it matters

Speak to me until I understand
Why our thinking and creating
Why our efforts of narrating
About the beauty, of the beauty
And why it matters

Like the statue in the park
Of this war torn town
And it's protest of the darkness
And the chaos all around
With its beauty, how it matters
How it matters

Show me the love that never fails
The compassion and attention
Midst confusion and disention
Like small ramparts for the soul
How it matters

Like a single cup of water
How it matters