Aroma
3 04 2008Our Crasher’s internet connection is giving them some fits today so I’m posting for them. -Shawn
Today’s blog was a done deal by 9am. We met for our usual meeting to start the day where we talk about the details of the day, and someone shares a devotion. I was up early enough to do my Life Journaling and found 2 Corinthians to speak to me about our week, and I made a note to talk about this passage when I was due to lead a devotion later in the week. Too late. Amanda read from that passage: “But thanks be to God, who always leads us in triumphal procession in Christ and through us spreads everywhere the knowledge of him. For we are to God the aroma of Christ among those who are being saved and those who are perishing. To the one we are the smell of death; to the other, the fragrance of life.” (2 Cor. 2: 14-16). Amanda talked about what we smell like when we leave the orphanage: sweat, dirt, the body odor of young men. But what is the smell we leave? That of our savior. Susie said that she appreciated those words, for she had been praying and reading this morning from Psalm 121 “I lift up my eyes to the hills–where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, and the maker of heaven and earth (v. 1-2). She had been thinking of that verse as we drove past hills covered with shacks on the way to the orphanage, and also that she felt that God has been pouring His spirit into us so that we can share his “aroma” with the staff at the orphanage, to bless them and pour the spirit of God into their lives for strength and purpose in their lives and the lives of the orphans.
Then Jo Ellen spoke up and asked me to read something for her, as she didn’t think she could get through it without crying. She said that God gives her words sometimes, and this morning (well before our devotion time), He had given her the following:
We went to Guatemala
the orphans there to see.
But we found much more than that,
a witness there to be.
This foreign land so far from us
God asked our group to visit.
It wasn’t for our own success
but for our Lord’s we did it.
The children are so needy
of God’s great gift of love.
Many times we shared this gift
and found strength from above.
Community was formed down there
between new friends and old.
Because the cause is worth the trip,
the group found patience bold.
And so the cause was added to
because our Lord commanded.
We left the sweet aroma
of God’s love as He planned it.
There was more than one tear when I finished reading. I thought that was enough of a demonstration of the presence of God in our community this week, and then Joanna told me that she was so glad to hear what Susie shared because she’s been reading Psalm 121 over and over this week. As my friend Scot says, “Bam, Bam, Bam. And Bam.”
The rest of the day was wonderful. Painting at the babies’ home (and holding babies, of course), yard work at the new girls’ transitional home, and making purchases for some projects we want to do at the boys’ home (the bunk beds are very wobbly, and the guys want to reinforce them). This afternoon we talked about humility with the boys at the orphanage and decorated photo frames with pictures we took of them yesterday. And then we played and talked and threw the frisbee and colored the ground with sidewalk chalk. There was a greater openness with the boys and a greater connection with them as individuals. Tomorrow is our last day with the boys, and I think it is going to be very difficult to leave them.
Tonight in our team’s time together, we shared our passion for the orphans we’ve met and the pain of separation that we know will come. But there is such joy and contentment in being in the midst of serving God with abandon, even when it aches a little. One of the many mysteries of God: how we can serve and give and pour ourselves out, and feel such peace and certainty in the knowledge that we are doing what we were made to do.
-Jody
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