I just came in from my morning walk.
My devotions led me to this.
Late Saturday afternoon I sent a message to my friend Joab.
For any newcomers who may stumble across this blog, Joab is pastor of Dufour Cumberland Presbyterian Church near Miragoane, Haiti.
Things are always challenging there but the level of instability now is beyond my comprehension. Joab shows amazing calm in the face of this raging storm.
I could go on but…
I try to message him a greeting every week as Sunday approaches. I assure him of my affection and my prayers. I ask him to pass on my love and admiration and hopes to the saints as they gather for worship.
Quickly there came a reply to my message.
“Can we do a video call?”
I pushed the green button.
And we talked. We talked about a Flood of Grace and the inspiration he has had about how to irrigate.
It is raining upstream and he wants to be ready.
For any newcomers who may have stumbled across this blog feel free to get in touch if your feet are wet.
But this isn’t about that.
He told me of living in a country with no government and all the insecurity that saturates every decision. He told me he dare not comment or “react” to a Facebook post that encourages him for concern someone will identify him as a potential victim.
He told me of there being no fuel so every need must be met on foot.
If you can walk.
And about food shortages and the resulting spike in costs. 60% of Haitians life on less than $2 a day.
How much spike can your budget absorb?
It was 6 p.m. and I was still trying to digest all the BREAKFAST I had eaten.
I am all about having fun but I can’t help wonder about paying hundreds of thousands of dollars for a brief flight on a rocket whilst…well,you know.
Here’s the thing.
He was standing on the side of the mountain near his home. He’d walked up there to have enough reception to talk to me. In the background I could see Lake Miragoane. It was beautiful. I crave seeing it in person again.
Even more beautiful…
He was smiling.
The whole conversation he was smiling..
and patting his chest…
My appearance is always clownish but this was deeper than that.
The smile seemed to come from that place he was patting.
It seemed to be erupting from words of hope spoken and from faith being called up and from the need to know that you are not forgotten in your need.
It grew even greater when I told him “I love you.”
Then he told me that the saints at Dufour love me and always pray for me.
And I smiled.
And found myself patting my chest.
Because it felt so good to be remembered.
And not forgotten in my need.
I was so very glad that I pushed the button.
As our Friend walked me into a Sunday that has some challenges we were talking about giving and getting and receiving and sharing and the intense feeling I have about all God’s children when he smiled at me, smiled at me, smiled at me the way he does and said…
“Call me anytime.”