Beautiful People

We see them everyday. They cross our paths, pass through the same doors, sit at the same coffee shops. They are beautiful people. Some call them ordinary. Others see them as lost. They are the people who do not know Love. They have not felt the touch of Grace. The light of Truth has been hidden from the shadow of darkness. We are to dare to see these people not as the dirt or scum of this earth, but as the beautiful creation of the Almighty.

This is my team. Yes, they are lovely, captivating, and beautiful people. However, they have a different beauty; a beauty of the Divine. For the Light of Truth has invaded into their lives. Our purpose is to become united in our diversity, go to Rwanda, and seek out the beautiful people and show them the Beauty that has been engraved upon the tablets of their hearts. To show them the beautiful people they are in the Beloved.

A Painful Memory

It is April.

Tears are shed. Heart weeps. A deep wound from the past it touched.

It is April.

Night terrors come about in the night of that which is desired to be forgotten.

It is April.

The pain becomes surfaced. Memories are stirred.

It is April.

April: the month of mourning for Rwanda.

This month broken hearts come together to share in their pain, weeping, and hope with each other. The Genocides are brought to the surface. They have been set aside. Like a secret, it is simply not openly discussed. But, it is April. It is a month to dare to remember the past. It is a month to weep over that which was lost. It is a month that painfully reflects upon a fire that consumed a nation. April, it is a time of mourning. April, it is a time to cling ever so tightly to the hand of the Almighty.

It is April.

Oh So Deep

"How deep the Father's love for us,

How vast beyond all measure

That He should give His only Son

To make a wretch His treasure

How great the pain of searing loss,

The Father turns His face away

As wounds which mar the chosen One,

Bring many sons to glory

Behold the Man upon a cross,

My sin upon His shoulders

Ashamed I hear my mocking voice,

Call out among the scoffers

It was my sin that held Him there

Until it was accomplished

His dying breath has brought me life

I know that it is finished

I will not boast in anything

No gifts, no power, no wisdom

But I will boast in Jesus Christ

His death and resurrection

Why should I gain from His reward?

I cannot give an answer

But this I know with all my heart

His wounds have paid my ransom."