I was listening to Crystal Bowersox singing, "Up to the Mountain” strangely it triggered a vision of Jesus. He had been teaching, preaching, and healing throughout Galilee. I imagined He was tired but as He turned He saw the expansive crowds, I could see a small smile on His face as He watched the expression of amazement on the multitude of faces eagerly watching Him. Resigning Himself, He made His way to sit along the gently sloping hillside along the Sea of Galilee. He called His disciples to come to Him, with the sun warming His back; he began to outline His standard for all Christians. "Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. Blessed are those that mourn, for they will be comforted, blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the earth. Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will be filled. Blessed are the pure in heart, for they will see God." (Matthew 5:3-6, 8). Probably like most believers, I haven’t really seen much fulfillment of this through the lives of those that I encounter on a daily basis.
It came to me that our San Antonio, Texas June Team in Malawi brought Living Hope to the Blessed. Every day in community there were precious moments with the children - the blessed. Looking into the angelic faces with the eyes of Jesus, I saw team members bring HOPE to the “least of these” in the kingdom. Every time John would turn from his task and seeing the quizzical faces looking up at him, he would bend to their level; language no longer a barrier, he would sit among them with a smile on his face revealing hope through his presence. In another captured treasure, I was sitting in the courtyard of the Home of Mercy, when I heard uncontrollable laughter. Smiling, I turned to see what was so hilarious, what I found was Guy, a huge smile on his face, pushing 2 small boys in the mouth of a wheelbarrow. They were falling all over each other, legs and arms flying everywhere, laughing so hard I wondered if they were able to breathe. And I thought in that moment - Jesus, through Guy, was in motion bringing hope to the blessed. Something deep inside me said, breathe deep, moments like these are treasures to keep. A small child having never seen a white person - an azungu - would be full of fear, crying, and hiding until he saw the sweet smile of Colby kneeling down to him, holding out her hands gently beckoning. Patiently waiting for the child to resolve to come on his own terms and seeing the light of Jesus in her eyes, this small one, this blessed one, would smile back and reach out to touch ever so lightly. Living Hope offered to the blessed.
Grace and Peace in abundance.