While in Guatemala, an amazing woman on our team gave a devotional that has been in my mind ever since. She spoke on Romans 12 and the importance of us not growing so accustomed to our world in the States that we forget about what we saw and accomplished in Guatemala. I cannot even begin to describe the poverty and suffering that we encountered there. She presented us with the question that haunts people everywhere, "How can God allow such suffering?" But then she reminded us that God doesn't allow suffering...it is OUR mission as the body of Christ to help. WE are the hands and feet of Jesus.
On my lunch break Monday, I got in my car to go to Jamba Juice ("Peanut butter moo-d" makes my Mondays tolerable). As I was driving, an old Audio Adrenaline song came on the radio that I seriously have not heard since I was in high school. I've heard the song countless times, but for some reason I listened to it with a fresh understanding. The name of the song is "Hands and Feet", and these lyrics could not be more perfect.
"I want to be your hands,
I want to be your feet.
I'll go where you send me,
go where you send me.
And I'll try, yes I'll try,
to touch the world,
like you've touched my life."
{Slums along the hillside in Guatemala City}
{A home in Guatemala before we began to rebuild it-- the little shed with the sheet was the family's bathroom}
{A common scene in Guatemala...my friend Karla spotted this little baby while evangelizing in a park in Zacapa. The entire family was homeless but eager to hear the Gospel.}
{After a hard day of construction, standing in front of the doorway leading down the steep steps to the home we were rebuilding. We hauled buckets of mud up out of the slum and hauled buckets of sand and gravel down. This work really taught me the meaning of being the hands and feet of Jesus. And it was far better than any workout I've ever done at the gym!}
