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| Israel |
"God, who do you want us to visit today"?
We waited...
Israel...
and so we went.
and our prayer was simple.
“God, let us see your heart and feel your brokenness for your people...
Use us to extend your love and grace to your people”.
And we walked.
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| @Israel's house |
As we entered Israel's house, the smell of alcohol enveloped us.
We asked for their prayer request.
Israel's grandfather began to tear up.
“Please pray for my sister. She is sick...” was his reply. He continued,
“And please pray for me. I am an alcoholic”
His tears turned into sobbing.
And we turned our hearts to our and his faithful and good God who hears the cries of His people.
As we came back to the base, our hearts were filled with brokenness.
Brokenness for the broken hearts.
Brokenness for the broken families.
Brokenness for the tears, the suffering and the pain.
Broken because God’s heart is broken for His people.
Isn’t that why Jesus “broke” the bread with His disciples?
Isn’t that why Jesus’ body was “broken” on the cross?
Was that not only the price of sin but also a reflection of His “brokenness” for His people?
Broken for me.
Broken for you.
Broken for us.
And in the lives of the broken,
in the hearts of the broken,
in the tears of the broken,
Jesus’ broken body and his broken heart gives me hope against all hope.
HOPE in the broken.
HOPE in the cross.
HOPE in the death.
HOPE in the resurrection.
HOPE in JESUS.
