March 25, 2008

I Want to Know You More…

Church is difficult. Each church service is at least two and one-half hours. Tara understands a good deal and I little. But, at times, even when I understand little, God speaks…

I sat in church recently, listening to the praise chorus I Want to Know You More being sung in Portuguese. I was singing it in English. During this time, when I again understood little, God spoke through the language barrier directly to my heart. I realized this night two important things…

First and foremost it has been my heart’s prayer for so long… to know my Savior more. As I sat in church calling out to God in song, I realized for the first time how my faithful Lord and Savior has answered this often unspoken prayer. For, he has allowed me to see his heart for people. Thank you Lord. Through the heat, the homesickness, the language learning, the cultural adjustment, just through all that is part of this mission experience God has given me a glimpse of His love for me by showing the love He has for others. Now, know this everyone, that this doesn’t magically make the day to day life easier but, if it brings me closer to Him, then all the hard days are worth their weight in gold. I hope that I can stand through the bad days and rejoice in the good ones, knowing that these experiences are teaching me to know Him more.

The other significant realization I took away was that I have often sung wonderful old hymns and fantastic contemporary praise choruses, truly meaning every word of what I was singing without ever knowing that my prayers would be answered in this place. The other night I was praying and singing in private… the chorus from the hymn Where He Leads I Will Follow came to my mind. It goes, “… where He leads I will follow, where He leads I will follow, where He leads I will follow, I go with Him, with Him, all the way.” How much more does this song speak to me today and in this place? I have sung the tune dozens of times not knowing what it might cost to see the words of this hymn worked out in the life of my family and me. Life in Brazil is wonderful but difficult, amazing but hard, but it is in this place that God has led us to follow Him. God is at work, will I follow? Am I willing? My prayer is that I will be true to His calling and that He will give me the strength to live up to the words of this hymn.

So, as you sit in church singing… as you look at a hymnal… as you listen to the next praise song on a CD or Christian radio... listen to the words. Let them speak to you. Sing them with a new perspective. Sing them as a prayer to God. Sing, Where He Leads I Will Follow, and mean every word. For, you see, we serve a wonderful God and He will answer your heart-felt, God-honoring prayers.

March 19, 2008

A Brazilian Oddity

Before the installation

One of the things that we found odd when we first moved to Brazil was the lack of amenities in our new apartment. When Brazilians move out of a home or apartment they take everything with them, and I do mean everything. I don't think that we even had light bulbs when we first moved in. The incredible oddity was that they pull all of their cabinets and counter tops out of the wall and take them along. Thus, the problem. In our kitchen I was preparing meals on the table, but fortunately the IMB agreed to pay for us to have custom cabinets and counter tops installed.

The day that these were installed was a happy one as it provides for much more convenience, and just makes the day to day business of living a little bit easier. When you give to the missions offerings you are doing a great service to those of us serving on the field. Not only does it give us the resources that we need to more effectively spread the gospel, but it also gives us the daily conveniences that are often lacking in developing nations. Thank you for all you do to support us, to pray for us, to encourage us, and to give to our efforts here.

After the installation

March 4, 2008

the city and beyond...


A short video of Belém, the river, the islands,
and those to whom God has sent us to minister…