Day Three Wrap Up

Day three of our mission to Haiti almost at an end, and it has been an exhausting day. After a great breakfast (I had spaghetti, which could become a mainstay at the Sayler house), we went to visit the Consolation Center, an orphanage for over 40 girls outside of Les Cayes, Haiti. If you want the details about the orphanage, visit http://www.consolationcenterhaiti.com/.
It is hard to describe the range of feelings we experienced as we arrived at the Consolation Center. I think we were nervous about what we’d find, wondering if we’d have the capacity to love like we’d need to, wondering just how much our lives would be shattered by this experience, hoping that we could do something that would help in some way. We were turned upside down.
After getting a brief tour of the facilities, Les De Roos introduced us to the girls, and the adventure began. They said their names, we said ours, they sang us songs, then we went and played games. There were dominoes, a caffeinated version of patty-cake, finger nails getting painted, songs to sing, swings to swing, just an entire day of hanging out with these beautiful, smiling, loving girls.
We did some work, don’t get me wrong. In addition to the crafts and games that kept the girls busy, several team members were welding the support beams for the roof on a new building at the Center. Seeing as, outside of ministry, I have no marketable skills, I took it upon myself to help gather some of the trash and take it out to the incinerator, reliving the Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego story for myself. It was hot, the work was hard, but everyone will agree, meeting the girls made it all worth it.
I wanted to take a moment to share the story about one of the girls I met. Cherline is 14, the oldest of 5 siblings, and her story broke my heart. When I met her, she took my hand, taught me to play their patty-cake game (which I still can’t do well), and let me take her picture. Talking with Les afterward I learned that there are a lot of ways to be an orphan here in Haiti.
Cherline’s mother died just four months ago at the age of only 39. Her father, Charlie, did not know how he would take care of 5 children, on his own, and after his wife died, he lost the house and farm – so they had no place to go.
By the grace of God, Charlie worked for the Consolation Center, and when the missionary agents heard of his situation, they moved quickly. The two boys were taken in by a Pastor and his wife, while Cherline and her two sisters came to live at the Center, and the funds were given to provide a salary for Charlie to work there. Now he can be with his daughters, have a place to live and work, and all of his children can be raised in a safe and healthy home.
This is their life. A life broken by sickness, poverty, sadness and grief. Yet it is also a life touched by the grace of God, the blessing of a community of faith, and an unspeakable joy in knowing the love of Christ Jesus. Cherline’s smile, the smiles and and exuberance of all the girls, cannot be explained by anything in this world – it is truly otherworldly. It is a gift of grace, something only a divine presence can explain.
I cannot explain this adequately. I will try, but I will fail. When we get home and talk about this, it will be frustrating, because we will not be able to convey the spirit that we have encountered here. You can only experience this.
I hope, I pray, that you will. The opportunities abound, here in Haiti, and there at home, to encounter the hand of God guiding, leading, providing all along the way. Maybe the joy you see in the faces of these girls will be the joy you will know when you walk and trust in the Lord.
SDG

Cherline

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God’s Love Song

“The LORD your God is in your midst, a mighty one who will save; he will rejoice over you with gladness; he will quiet you by his love; he will exult over you with loud singing.”
(Zephaniah 3:17, ESV)

Those of you who read yesterday’s post know this has been a busy week.  Christi’s slowly getting better following her concussion on Monday, and we appreciate your prayers. 

I wrote last week that I usually have my sermons finished on Thursday so I can spend the rest of the weekend praying for and over the message.  Well, its 12:30 Friday morning and still nothing is written.

Here’s the thing: There’s too much in this passage for me to even begin to preach it fairly.  I weep just thinking about it.  That my God loves me so much, he would come to the middle of my messed up life – where my priorities are so out of whack, my affections are all centered around myself, where my pride and selfishness try to quench every flame of the Spirit – that God should show me such love is unimaginable. 

I don’t deserve this.  I don’t deserve that God should remove the injustice I have done and the deceitful tongue from my mouth, that He should cover my sins with the righteousness of His beloved Son.

I don’t deserve the joy I know in His peace and forgiveness.  Too often, I abuse His peace with a lazy and slothful devotion to God, I treat His forgiveness as license to sin even more.  Other times, when overcome by a new sense of committment to the Lord, I fall deeper into despair because I know that I cannot possibly live up the standards of rigorous service before the Lord (inspired by Baxter, Edwards, McChayne, even Piper, and Chan) and I am racked with guilt over how I have let God down with my life.  I should be doing more, right?

Yet the Lord is with me in this mess, in the middle of all my misplaced affections and misfiring devotions.  My savior is mighty to save, mightier, even, than myself and all of the obstacles I seem to want to throw in His way.  God’s even able to support me as He weans me from the things I thought were so important: the need to feel validated, important, right; the struggle to appear strong, unmoved, self-reliant.  Instead, I am learning to be content in all things, because in all things I know that the Lord is with me.  I am learning to delight in the Lord, and have found Him (not all the other trappings of religion, politics, or success) to be the desire of my heart.

I delight myself in God, and find Him rejoicing over me!

He is rejoicing over me – exulting over me (and not just me, all who call upon Him) with singing.  Not how about that.  God is singing over me.  I like to sing.  I like to sing to God.  I like to, when no one else is listening (or at least not close enough for me to hear them complain) pull out the guitar and sing my praises to God.  But God is already singing over me.  How often do I stop to listen, to revel in, to soak up, God’s love song over me?  How often do you?

His love will quiet you – His love will quiet me.  Just dwelling on His love for me in Christ, how He rescued me when I was lost in sin, how He cleansed me from my guilt by His precious blood, how He delivered me from death by dying for me, how He gave His Spirit that I might trust in and walk in holiness with Him – that love, before it makes me sing – quiets my soul.  It moves me to tears, tears of joy and I rejoice in the love of God, as I delight in Him who delights in me.

Brothers and sisters, may you to know this love.  “Delight yourselves in the Lord, and He will give you (He will be) the desires of your heart” (Psalm 37:4).

SDG