God's Team

Nick from Oregon, Starr from New York, Danielle from Wisconsin via Tennessee, Melanie from Peagram, Tennessee, and Brett from Valdosta, Georgia. All children of God's.

Floyd Parker is a good friend to me and professor of mine from my Southern Christian days. We used to exchange ideas about God and sometimes we would just keep them to ourselves, because it seemed that to try to put them into words, it would spoil the sacredness of them.

I feel that way about this team God blessed me to be a part of on Saturday. The works God did in our hearts and through our hands was holy like the lips of Isaiah that were touched by the hot coals. It was not us ministering, but God through his Holy Spirit. Oh that we would stand back and let God work!

That song "If we are the Body" is being lived out here in Louisiana. I'm reminded of the Scriptures in 2 Corinthians about me being a jar of clay and the glory of the Lord abiding in here. Who am I that He is mindful of me? I rejoice that God allows us to be a part of his work. He wants every Christ-follower to know the joy of alleviating suffering, to add joy to someone's heart by taking away just one little burden that they will not have to bear alone. And blessed are those who suffer. For they will be comforted!

One of the elders at the church, Ambrose told me tonight that he wished he could be here more. And he knew the importance of the ministry happening here. He said, "We must not forget."

There are so many miracles here. I haven't used that word much before because I was taught that they don't happen anymore. But I don't believe that any longer. Because it's a miracle that God transforms sinners like me into instruments of his peace.

Lord, make me an instrument of Your peace.

Where there is hatred, let me sow love;

where there is injury, pardon;

where there is doubt, faith;

where there is despair, hope;

where there is darkness, light;

and where there is sadness, joy.

O, Divine Master,

grant that I may not so much

seekto be consoled as to console;

to be understood as to understand;

to be loved as to love;

for it is in giving that we receive;

it is in pardoning that we are pardoned;

and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.

St. Francis of Asissi