Tuesday, February 03, 2009


A Somali Bantu baby girl sits and wails...fearing others are ignorant of her plight?



Wild! Wonderful! Terrifying! Filthy! Broken! Beautiful! Inspiring! Responsive! Hot! Intense! Expectation! and Hope!

These are a few of the words that press the borders of my recent experiences in East Africa.

I cannot believe all that I saw. I cannot believe everywhere the Lord extended me favor to enter. I cannot believe He privileged me to follow Him to these "ends of the the earth!"

It is good I do not have to sum things up in short order, for it is likely to take far longer to express all that has occurred.

To start, thank you all so much for your prayer support... both those who write here and those who do not... for because of your assaults on the throne of grace, we traveled great distances while experiencing great mercies!

God has not forgotten about the darkness in Africa! I suppose He may wonder if we have.

How great are the needs! How precious the people! How beautiful the feet and faces of those who long to find significance in worlds afar.

Untamed lands and souls are filled with desire for hope, but are unsure how to do so.

Ridiculous realities are lived each day, by those who have no idea that things can be different.

A momentary feast of attention paid to those who hunger for touch, seems to quench a lifetime of thirst. Joy overcomes dark brokenness in faces that explode into thanksgiving for moments of distraction from harsh reality.

They do not know we care until we express it. They do not understand He cares, until we tell them.

They do not understand the apparent significance of our distant prayers because they have never known our personal concern.

To touch these people would save their lives for an instant, but then they are lost again, until they see that the Truth can bring revolution.

They have never known the basic amenities that we take for granted, everyday.

These lands are filled with beautiful people. My heart is full of their need.

It so good to be back home. The joy I take in that comes at the expensive reality of the desperate need for the Gospel to be taken to a land that the enemy is overwhelming with lies.

Experiencing simultaneous joy and grief is the "stuff" of what carrying burdens is about, I suppose.

Please stay tuned for upcoming journeys into inspiration, brokenness, terror, and God's Amazing Grace!


brent

5 Comments:

At 8:41 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Brent, I am so glad that you are home safe and that you were able to experience the many things I'm excited to hear about -- even as the cuts and bruises heal.

Brad

 
At 9:29 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Welcome back brent! \0/

 
At 1:07 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Brent, we are so glad you are home safely. We will be waiting to hear more about the trip. The picture is precious and also heart breaking.
Love you,
Aunt Maralyn

 
At 1:45 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

God Bless

 
At 5:01 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Praise God for watching over your team while you were away. Can't wait to hear ALL the stories. Are you ready to go back? Love ya.

Barbara Cross

 

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