Once upon a time, 16 years ago, my husband and I traveled to
After flying for almost 20 hours – not to mention the
layovers in between, we finally landed in
It is so difficult for me to not type out the many details
that I could, trying to keep this shorter than the book I’m tempted to
write. With everything going on in
I’ve seen the news videos of those trying to flee for their lives – or passing their children in hopes that their young ones will at least have a chance to live. You might think they’re over-reacting to our troops being pulled out. After all, we’ve been there for 20 years… why in the world would their military (that we’ve helped to train) surrender so quickly? FEAR. It’s all I keep coming back to, hopeless fear.
As we drove from the airport to our first destination, my
heart twisted, witnessing the poverty and destitution around us. I worried that the
The roads resembled destruction and chaos. (When I say ‘chaos’, I’m referring more to
what had happened before we arrived and how they drove – they don’t believe in
lines – than the chaos in the streets you might be envisioning.) Through the parts of the country we visited,
we constantly saw old Soviet tanks lining the side of the dirt and rocky roads,
war-torn structures that used to be buildings, and the people who kept telling
us over and over of how glad they were that the
So many of these people, who had so very little, constantly
invited us to share a meal with them. I
never expected much, but we were fed by them as if at a banquet or feast. I even experienced the most humbling
foot-washing I’ve ever had right before one of those meals. (But that’s a whole
other story.) I also remember one
shocking question that arose as we ate: the women asked us how long it took to
drive there from the
We visited a school in a small village. They had 1st through 4th grades for the boys, hoping to add 5th grade the following year. The girls had a separate area for school and their teachers were probably young teens. The schools had no books however, due to the expense, so knowledge was still very limited.
As I’ve experienced in another country, these people appreciated what they had. Nothing went to waste. Bread was sacred and never thrown out as trash. If anything, it was fed to the neighborhood cow. Electricity wasn’t a constant. Some places were lucky enough to have backup generators for when the power was out. Water from a faucet was really only for the wealthy. Many of the people relied on the kindness of others or a public well to acquire the water they needed each day. I don’t know about you, but I do not have to walk to the nearest stream when I need some water… and I take it for granted all the time, I’m sorry to say.
The perspective I have is probably far different from what a lot of our military had. We were never near any fighting. We got to see the beautiful parts of the country with mountains and rolling hills, not much of the rocky desert terrain.
We ran into a few
I keep thinking of those who’ve converted to Christianity in that country. They are all in. If you become a Christian over there you’re either all in or you’re not in at all. Your life is at risk simply for believing in Jesus or anything other than Islam. Today, these people believe that they only have a couple of weeks left to live. The Taliban are hunting down any Christians to kill them… yet these believers meet it with joy. They look forward to meeting God face to face in the coming days. They know what true fear and suffering for their beliefs is, but they keep going.
In
People are all over the world. Each person, whether they look, act, or think differently from me still deserves to be treated as a person… the human being God created them to be and not someone less than because they aren’t like me. I’ve heard the phrase, “Love the sinner, hate the sin,” countless times. But I think many people, myself included, tend to hate other peoples’ sins instead of turning to look inward to hate the sin within themselves. It’s so easy to see what other people do wrong. But what about my own heart? What does God need to do within me?
This is already going a completely different direction from
what I originally intended. I originally
set out to tell you about
Jesus performed all kinds of miracles during his brief ministry. But the best miracle of all was when he laid down the desire of his heart – because, honestly, who would’ve wanted to go through the torture and pain he did on the road to the cross – because of a greater love. He wanted to see us reconciled to God. He loved us so much that he did lay down his life, physically, for us. The Bible even tells us it was with joy… because he knew what must be done to bring God’s children back to Him.
How many times, in marriage or friendships or even with my children, am I not willing to lay down my own selfish desires? How many times do I choose what’s best for me over what’s best for others? I do believe you should take a little time for yourself. Everyone needs to rest and get rejuvenated. But in the grand scheme of things, what are you devoted to? What would you lay your life and selfish desires down for?
Do not mistake this for, “Do what everyone else wants/needs you to do.” That is NOT what I’m getting at – at all! I’m talking about setting aside your comforts, your time, your very will for what is best for others and for what God would have you do.
Most of the people in
Pray for the people in
Below is something that moved me more than I can even describe... notice the countless mounds. These are graves. Many are not marked in any way, they just had to be buried. There were mass burial sites, where so many lost their lives in one war or another. We saw these on more than one occasion.
As you go about your day, remember these people. Please pray for them. Their lives have meaning and a purpose, just as ours do.