Luke 24:13-32
This is Jesus heartburn(I have to credit Dallas Willard for this term!)...31 Then their eyes were opened and they recognized him, and he disappeared from their sight. 32 They asked each other, "Were not our hearts burning within us while he talked with us on the road and opened the Scriptures to us?"

Monday, August 8, 2011

Today, I was harshly reminded of where I live. Children die
everyday…all over the world. In America, in England, and in Sierra
Leone; there is something different here, in Africa.

The news tells of THOUSANDS dying just east of here because of
famine, war, and injustice. And here, on the West Coast, children die
from things like malaria and typhoid…preventable and treatable, and
that most of us from the developed world take a pill or a shot for and
don't have to worry. Here children die from diarrhea and
malnourishment and COLDS. And it doesn't matter if it's a mother's
first child that she has waited and prayed for for years or the 13th
child of a father who has struggled to feed his children for
decades…IT HURTS.

Today I heard about a young mother of 2, who on Sunday went to church
and stayed afterwards to pray and fellowship and then she was gone.
Tomorrow I will call and find out if those children have a place to
go…if those babies have an aunty or a granny who will care for them
now. And if they are alone in this world? What will we do? The waiting
list is long and the needs are so great.

Today I went to the home of a man who has become a dear friend; one
whom I admire for his sacrifice to serve the children of his country.
In him I know the meaning of incarnational ministry…that "thing" that
they were always teaching us to strive for in Bible College—to be
Jesus…to "pitch a tent in the neighborhood" and live out the Gospel.
With his life He declares that Jesus loves the little children. This
man I have watched shed tears of sorrow over a home empty of children
and a longing to fill it; and then watched cry tears of JOY when God
blessed him with a son. A little boy, perfect in every way. And now,
just a few weeks later, before they even had time to hang pictures on
the wall, I heard him LAMENT and weep because that little blessing has
gone to live with his Heavenly Father.

And so we weep together, recognizing that we are not alone; that
David, Job, and Jesus—among many others—wept and lamented over the
suffering and the pain in this world. We weep and we pray—that God
would restore families; provide shelter, food and medicine for the
children and mothers and fathers of Sierra Leone; send to Africa the
things that we so take for granted…treatment for disease and doctors
who understand and food that brings life and strength; fill this house
and others like it with the laughter of children and bring back their

This from the Lord this morning...

"For the mountains may depart and the hills be removed, but my
steadfast love shall not depart from you, and my covenant of peace
shall not be removed, says the LORD, who has compassion on you."
Isaiah 54:10

"Therefore let those who suffer according to God's will entrust their
souls to a FAITHFUL Creator while doing good….And after you have
suffered a little while, the God of all grace, who has called you to
his eternal glory in Christ, will himself restore, confirm,
strengthen, and establish you." 1 Peter 4:19 & 5:10

This from Him this night...

Cari Logan

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