The best you can

9_4_Blessed MotherTeresa“Once a successful businessman went to work in one of Mother Teresa’s shelters for the poor in India.  His frustration at not finding the little woman there was overturned on the day before his departure when she returned.  He was moved to tears of joyous surprise when, on admitting that his whole life was self-concerned, instead of being like hers, she held his shoulders and looked deep into his eyes saying: ‘Know that God appreciates you are doing the best you can.'”

And He says the same to you today: “Know that God appreciates you are doing the best you can.”

Sun spots

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“There is nothing so perfect in the world as to be quite above objection and criticism.  The very sun which gives us light and warmth is not free from spots, yet notwithstanding these defects it does not desist from its regular duty.  It behoves us in like manner to carry on to the best of our ability what has been entrusted to us . . .” (Sundar Singh)

His goodness is never one whit diminished

In the matter of
God’s goodness
we have got to be
irrational.

This is the way it is,
with love, for instance,
and with any other
deep down, visceral persuasion.
We go beyond reason,
we do not trust
appearances.
All surface indications
to the contrary
we have got to believe that
God is good,
unfailingly good to us.
Even in the thick
of troubles,
in moments of dire tragedy,
calamity,
disaster,
God is being good.
This is illogical,
it is nonsense
but it is true.
His goodness
is never
one whit diminished,
obscured
or blunted.

Monsignor James Turro

Mary words

“For you it is who took me and led me out of strange ways and darknesses years ago.  You it is who takes me by the hand now day by day.  Only you would not grow tired of the like of me–of anyone so sinful, ungrateful, selfish . . . The thought of my sins smites me down so that if there were not you I think I would fall into despair.  And when I try to reason why you should continue to protect me I end in confusion.  I can only throw myself on your love.  I can only kneel and cry out: ‘I don’t deserve anything.  Not even the greeting of a stranger.  But, Mother, without you what am I going to do?’  This is mad, isn’t it?  This is unreasonable.  But I am helpless in my weakness.  I, cowardly, feebly, selfishly, give the weight of my sins to you . . . .Never was there a worse sinner, and never was God kinder to one.  Mother, it’s true.  You know how true it is.  You are the only explanation of God’s kindness to me.”  (From Mr. Blue by Myles Connolly)

“I trust you not to misunderstand Me”

It’s been awhile since I’ve posted anything from my old friend, Amy Carmichael.  I hope you find encouragement here:

Ps 37.31 None of his steps shall slide.

Ps 18.36 Thou hast enlarged my steps under me, that my ankles did not slip.

Luke 21.16-18  You shall be betrayed . . . and some of you shall they cause to be put to death . . . . But there shall not a hair of your head perish.

These words of our God are most gloriously trustful.  Our Lord was speaking to some who were to die by martyrdom and He said in effect: “I trust you not to misunderstand when your ankles do slip and every hair of your head does perish.  I trust you never to be offended in Me.”

There is a delightful “though” in Psalm 37.24 which goes to the core of the matter.  Though he fall, he shall not be utterly cast down: for the Lord upholds him with His hand.  Kay translates it, He shall not be prostrated, for the Lord supports His hand; and Rotherham, with enchanting vigor: Though he fall, he shall not be hurled headlong, for the Lord is holding his hand.

What do falls matter if the Lord is holding us up?  He will keep us safe; we shall be more than conquerors through Him who loves us.

“God was in the whole thing.”

Watch the honest and faith-filled sharing of the wives of the five missionaries who were killed by the Aucas in 1956:  Women of Faith.

And here’s the story:

Five Missionaries Speared To Death In Jungle

Many people thought it was a tragic waste of a life when Jim Elliot and the other four missionaries died trying to contact the unreached Aucas.

Yet, how many Christians would risk their life for an opportunity to share the gospel? Jim Elliot, a young modern martyr, gave what he could not keep and gained what he could not lose.

A ‘missions’ statistic that profoundly challenged Jim was, “There is one Christian worker for every 50,000 people in foreign lands, while there is one to every 500 in the United States.” Early in 1952, Jim Elliot sailed for Ecuador. The plan was to locate in an old oil station that was abandoned because it was considered too dangerous for oil personnel. It was close to the Auca tribe and had a small airstrip. In February 1953, Jim and Elisabeth met in Quito and then on October 8, 1953 they were married. Their daughter, Valerie, was born two years later. Jim and Elisabeth worked together in translating the New Testament into the Quechua Indian language at the new mission station. The Aucas were a violent and murderous tribe and had never had any contact with the outside world. Jim wanted to bring the gospel there so he started a plan which was called Operation Auca. Besides him and his wife, his team consisted of five more missionary couples.

‘NOT A LONG LIFE, BUT A FULL ONE’

The men discovered the first Auca huts with the help of a missionary jungle pilot, Nate Saint. The first attempt to contact them was by airplane. They would fly around the camp shouting friendship words in the Auca language through a loud speaker and dropping down gifts in a basket. Encouraged by this progress, after three to four months of gift dropping, they decided to make a base on the Curray River, ‘Palm Beach’. After they had set up shelter they eventually made contact with the Aucas. After a little persuasion, they were able to convince some to come into their camp. Encouraged by this visit, the men felt that it was time to go in and try to minister to them.

One morning, after numerous songs of praise and considerable prayer, the men radioed their wives saying that they were going to go into the village and would radio them again later. ‘Operation Auca’ was under way. The next day, a group of twenty or thirty Aucas went to Palm Beach. “Guys, the Aucas are coming!” As soon as the others heard that, they flew into action straightening up their camp. Little did these five men know that this would be their last few hours of life. The last radio contact they made was Jim calling his wife saying, “We’ll call you back in three hours.” Jim Elliot’s body was found down stream with three others. Their bodies had been brutally pierced with spears and hacked by machetes.

After Jim’s death, Elisabeth, her daughter and another of the missionaries sister, Rachel, moved to work with the Auca Indians. The love of Christ shown through their forgiveness allowed them to have amazing success with the once murderous Indians. Jim’s life was not a waste, in fact, God used his death to bring life through salvation to many Aucas and encouragement and inspiration to thousands of believers worldwide.

(http://www.historymakers.info/inspirational-christians/jim-elliot.html)