the Prayer that started it all
“Spent some time in an unofficial Syrian refugee camp in Lebanon today. I am all out of insightful words. These people are beautiful; the need is astronomical; Right now I am painfully aware of my limitations and the endless barriers to truly help these people. Please pray for my discernment.”
I posted those words in last April. Less than two weeks later, I would bte in a Northern Iraq condo with a Syriac Orthodox Priest and Monk, having the initial conversation that would become this effort we are calling Findaworld.
From there, I took my first “Story-gathering” trip into Syria. Then this blog. Now, with the first of October on us, I prepare to head back to Iraq–to share a couple weeks in the shoes of people whose lives have been turned upside down. After that? I don’t really have a clue what will happen after that, other than I will be back in Lebanon turning the stories I learn into words, keeping my eyes open for the next step in this journey–and, I hope, the next place to visit.
It started with a prayer.
Actually, that prayer started with a prayer–before Elmarie and I had even a spark of interest in going to the Middle East, we had been praying that God would have us fall in love with the people group that God wanted to give us to.
So what does all of that mean? I resist putting prayer into a box and reducing it to a formula for results. The “workings” of prayer will always be a bit mysterious and untamed.
What I have become convinced of through this journey of prayer, is the nature of God’s HEART.
The heart of God cares about this world, cares about restoring what has become broken. And–God is active in that healing of a broken world. The logistics of that part I don’t always grasp so well, but it seems very important to God that WE at least play a supporting role–important to God that we care about what God cares about.
Bottom line: As much as I, or any of us, may be care about the broken places of this world, God cares even more.
The heart of God is deeply committed, and invested, in the healing of this broken world, and the coming alongside of even the smallest of us.
I am convinced of it.