I just returned to Gainesville after a week in Guatemala on a mission’s trip.
As I began to reflect on some of the things that transpired this past week I was reminded of the statement that one of our young lady team members made. She said, “God is not an American!”
I think I knew that but this time it struck a brand new chord.
Throughout the days that followed that statement, I began to watch more closely so that I could help to prove that God has not limited Himself to America.
Here are some things that I learned:
When a baby or small child cries in Guatemala, though I don’t understand the language of that country, I understand that the child is not happy.
When young children giggled, because we gave them a baloon, a stuffed animal, a ball or candy, I understand that a moment of happiness has entered their life.
I learned that even though many children are hungry they may still have dislikes. I watched a little boy remove the carrots from the soup because his taste buds didn’t approve. He shared them with another child so they wouldn’t be wasted.
I learned that people get sick and have pain and though I don’t speak the language or know much about medicine I could sense their pain and discomfort.
And when I saw the God that I met in America begin to move in the lives of the people in the villages….when I saw the delight on the faces of those who accepted the Lord…….when I saw children name the Name of Jesus………when I prayed with a woman for salvation who feared that her husband would throw her and their six children out, and she accepted the Lord….I knew that Meghan was correct.
“God is not an American!” He is universal in His love, His grace, His mercy, and His Healing.
I am so happy about that.
In the Bonds of Calvary,