Where is God?

This is a reprint of a comment i made on Russ' blog last week. I wanted to show you the pictures of the little boy we found.

When Lynetta and I first went back into the village, I was pretty upset. I was actually a little mad - at God. I thought: "how could the same God who blesses me so much simply forget these precious people? " When I finally got brave enough to get out of the van I noticed a little girl about 6 years old peeking out from behind what looked like a broken down chicken coope. I went back through the weeds to talk to her. Her teenage sister appeared from behind the same chicken coope (which was really their house)She told me that her brother needed a doctor but could not come out of the house because he had sores all over him. As I looked around the back of the house, I saw the little boy throught the door. It took my breath away. Over 50% of this little boy's body was covered with open sores. My first thought was leprosy. We all waited while his sister put some pants on him, then we rushed him to Martin Chaney. It turns out that it was a very servere case of Impetigo. Left untreated he probably would not have lived through the year.the odds of us finding this little boy hiding in his house was a million to one.

So, where was God? He was busy leading this Belize team from half way across the continent right to this little boy's house. God really is good.

What do Heros Look Like?

I meet some interesting people last week. They looked like ordinary people. They were hot, sweaty, tired, and hungry. They looked out of place in the little make-shift medical clinic. They looked like rich, spoiled Americans. But, I know what they really were - they were heros.

Since there was no where to buy lunch, these rich spoiled Americans had stuffed their backpacks full of snacks to get them through the day. But when they found themselves surrounded by children, who's only food consisted of a few small fish they had cought in a polluted creek, and a handfull of rice, they quickly lost their appitites. Soon all of the children were all walking around with cupcakes, candy bars, and peanut butter crackers. The heros were still hot, sweaty, tired and hungry. Their backpacks were empty. But, their hearts seemed somehow fuller than they had ever been.

I am convinced that given the oppertunity everyone I know would have reacted the exact same way. There is really a hero living in all of us.

II Corinthians 9:11 You will be made rich in every way so that you can be generous on every occasion, and through us your generosity will result in thanksgiving to God.