Wednesday, July 30, 2008

The Valley of Vision

Lord, high and holy
meek and lowly,
Thou has brought me
to the valley of vision
where I live in the depths
but see thee in the heights
hemmed in by mountains of sin
I behold thy glory

Let me learn by paradox
that the way down
is the way up
that to be low
is to be high
that the broken heart
is the healed heart
that the contrite spirit
is the rejoicing spirit
that the repenting soul
is the victorious soul
that to have nothing
is to possess all
that to bear the cross
is to wear the crown
that to give
is to receive
that the valley
is the place of vision

Lord, in the daytime
stars can be seen from deepest wells
and the deeper the wells
the brighter thy stars shine.

Let me find thy light in my darkness
thy life in my death
thy joy in my sorrow
thy grace in my sin
thy riches in my poverty
thy glory in my valley





Every time I read this I am amazed. Isn't this how life should be? Rejoice when things are great. Rejoice when things suck. Rejoice. Always. Jesus Christ is more than enough. He should be our everything. He should be so much of our everything that when things are good, we are filled; when things are bad, we are filled. When things aren't really great, but aren't terrible either...we are filled. He is more than enough. It's hard being in this country trying to explain Jesus Christ to someone who doesn't speak your language and has never even heard of anything as crazy as someone healing the lame and raising the dead. Let alone the fact that EVERYTHING is backwards in the eyes of this world. The way up is really down. To be low, really means you're high. To have a broken heart is to have a healed heart. A sad spirit is the rejoicing spirit. The repenting soul is the victorious soul. To have nothing is to have everything. To bear the CROSS is to wear the CROWN. To give is to receive. And the deepest valley is the place of vision.

Praise God for that. Praise Him. He has brought me to the valley and I see things clear. The deeper He takes me, the more clearly I see. By the world's standard that seems so stupid. But through the eyes of The Creator, there's nothing that makes more sense. Hallelujah.

"I cannot offer to my God that which has cost me nothing."

Since when has following Christ cost you something? Gary Fujino (a career missionary here that we work with and AMAZING man of Christ we all look up to) asked us last Monday to count the cost. What has this summer cost us? What was it that we sacrificed to come here? For some it was a car to pay for the trip. For others it was a summer away from friends and family they are so incredibly close to. For me...it cost me my life, my comfort zone, a friendship. Sure, I could have stayed home, worked with the youth, worked things out with some friends, and spent the summer under the stars with the man I love.

But God had something bigger. Something better. At first I didn't want to. Reluctantly, I agreed on faith to step out into the unknown. Sure, I had been to Japan before, but it was still completely different. As Father stripped me of my comfort zone He brought me down to the valley. Friendless and alone I stood in the dark and waited. He is ever faithful. He will never leave you. He has stripped me of all that hindered my sight and brought me to the valley. And there in the valley the stars shine so brightly. Brighter than ever before.
Praise God for the valley.

Sunday, July 13, 2008

beauty continued...

As I get to know more of the girls I can't help but see more and more beauty. But it's more than beauty...it's love. Love for one another, love for the Japanese, love for the volunteers. Love for people.

I could listen to this girl talk forever. She chases after Him, but isn't afraid to let people know she's struggling. She loves youth. She loves music. She loves people. That is a beautiful thing.

I see beauty all around.

She has dreams and goals too big for any college. Her love shows through her smile. Her passions overflow from her eyes and her love for people, and more importantly Him, is contagious. That is a beautiful thing.

I see beauty all around.

Do not mistake these posts as me putting these girls up on a platform for all the world to see. It is not beauty in them I see, but rather in Him through them. One of the girls here told me a recent story of how Father showed her the filth in her life, and you know what? It is a beautiful thing. We are so undeserving. So unworthy of being here. We are dirty, messed up, and anything but perfect. We are not the example we should be and we don't always do everything right. And yet God has allowed us to be here.

That is a beautiful thing.

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

Beautiful.

I see beauty all around me. It fills the 10 bunk beds around my own and the other room of identical bunk beds just across the hall. I see beauty in the hearts and their actions.

I see beauty all around me.

She is gentle, sweet, yet challenges me in everything. She seeks after Him in all she does. Her heart runs after Father and that is a beautiful thing.

I see beauty all around me.

This girl is creative and has beautiful dreams to glorify a beautiful God. She listens intently and glorifies Him in all she says and that is a beautiful thing.

I see beauty all around me.

This one is probably the most creative of them all. Her smile reveals her tender heart and you can't help but laugh when she talks. And when she sings, she sings for Him and that is a beautiful thing.

I see beauty all around me.

She's got a smile that lights the room and always hands out hugs before bed. Things may not always be peachy, but she seeks after Him anyway and that is a beautiful thing.

I see beauty all around me.

I could go on forever about all these girls, but I think you get the idea. Each one has something beautiful to offer to the Lord. I have the undeserving pleasure of seeing the hearts of these girls everyday and what is see is beauty. Beauty that can only come from the Lord. Just simply watching them talk while waiting for dinner makes me sit back and thank God for the beauty in this team. There are so many of us and it's beautiful. Sitting in the Veloce just talking our struggles out with a teammate is a beautiful thing. Thinking about how Father crafted our team and put us together is a beautiful thing. The fact that me and the one girl I'm with the most this summer won't have to say goodbye on August 6th is a beautiful thing. Thank you, Father, for crafting our team in such an intimate way. Thank you for showing me Your beauty through this team of Your servants. Thank you for being a wonderful and beautiful God. I love you. Amen.