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“I never understood why people want to do big things… just do little things with great love.”
Because time is not on my side at the moment and there is so much I want to say, I am going to just piece together different events that have happened here over the last week.
This last weekend I saw many things including a leg growing out in my hands as we were praying and a back instantly healed. On Saturday night I got to preach to 50 of the roughest street boys in Pemba, most of whom are criminals. It was amazing to see Holy Spirit flood that tiny overpacked room and these young men cry out to Jesus. God is so good. I got to share about my history fighting in Muay Thai and I have officially become one of their favorite people ha! It is hilarious to see these tough boys and young men who most people are genuinely afraid of call me their big sister. I also have about ten boys who are convinced that they need to spar with me.
Then on Sunday I was asked to go into the village to visit a woman’s house that has continually been getting cursed by the witch doctors and jealous neighbors. She has been terrorized with nightmares and crazy things happening. So seven others joined me and we went into the village and prayed over her, her house, shared with her about love and fear and Jesus. For the first time in months she felt peace in her house. Yay, Jesus!
Today I heard a horrific report about a local village who are having an infestation of worms. It is so bad that the fingers and toes of people are literally being eaten away. We heard about this village and the atrocities and we are sending out a team on Wednesday to go to this village to wash all of the feet and hands of these people in kerosine (it kills the worms) and then we will one by one pick them out. I will be joining this team on Wednesday, even if I have to sit on the floor of the back of the truck to get there.
I know, to most the idea of picking out worms from peoples feet and hands sounds not appealing at all… but this is why I came here: to love the one in front of me. Love looks like something, it is action. And love to this village is washing their feet and hands, praying over their open wounds and leaning back against the chest of Jesus trusting Him to do whatever needs to be done. Whether that is growing back toes and fingers or simply loving the unlovely and caring for their wounds.
To be honest, ever since I heard about this village and saw some of the photos and video, it is all I can think about. It is consuming my thoughts, it won’t leave me alone. I asked the Lord why, why can’t I stop thinking about these people? As soon as I asked, I heard Him say, “Because they are on mymind. My eye is on this village and I have heard their cry.”
Then it hit me, if this village were to haunt my thoughts for the rest of my time that I am in Pemba, I would be okay with that. Because I want to focus on what He is focusing on, I want to feel what He feels, I want to see what He sees.
I want to be so close to His heart that I hear it beating every moment of every day–and right now it is beating for this village.
Please be praying for us as we go on Wednesday. I am trusting God to do something incredible–even if the incredible is radical love. That will be enough for me.
Lindsay has been a missionary since her early teens. She lives in Arizona but is currently in Mozambique with Harvest School (Iris Ministries). Learn more at http://www.irisglobal.org/missions/harvest/
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