Susan LaffertyIn the close dark, I pray.
Struck by brilliant blue sky and bright sun sparkling on waves.
While fog of spiritual deception cloaks hearts and minds.
This is the most helpless I remember feeling during our sojourn across cultures.
The gospel. Never failing to amaze and confound.
I think about this at Vacation Bible School this summer. In a room full of kids hearing testimonies from those sent to the ends of the earth. Sent to share the Good News in places where He is not known.
Then we bring it home to where they are. Today. Sitting on a carpet in an air-conditioned church building.
Jesus came that they too might have eternal life. And we tell the way of salvation.
Untracked land. Most vivid on days marked by change. Upheaval.
When planned schedules sit. Unattended. Calendars, set aside.
And we enter unknown spaces.
On such a day, I remember the quote. Handwritten on a scrap of paper years ago. Placed on my desk.
Amy Carmichael’s words.
