June 3, 2014 Hitting the sack at 2:00 am is pretty normal after this night flight from Atlanta to Lima and being very tired is normal as well. No wonder we slept like a log until 9:30 am the following morning. After a Peruvian breakfast prepared for us by Laura, we went to get some groceries and were pleasantly surprised how warmly we were greeted by our former neighbors. We chatted with Yolanda our former landlord as we met walking down the street. A family who owns a coffee shop we often visited and vendors at the neighborhood market were hugging us and so happy to see us. The Peruvian culture of people caring about one another quickly reminded us of how the family of God should care for one another. I tend to think we often fall short of the command to love each other. Here we are in the middle of unbelievers and they are so warm and kind to us who are not really one of them. We are foreigners they have accepted and welcomed. It’s just a brief lesson for all of us.
As we spent a little quiet time this first afternoon, internet connection failed, and we reviewed the next couple of days’ itinerary; we are thankful for the love and friendship of Laura and Vico who met us at the airport, and saw that we were snug as a bug in the apartment last night, and constantly look out for us. In a recent email received from Laura, she said she looked forward to seeing her American Father (Papa Don), someone she didn’t have growing up. I do not know the circumstances of her childhood or teens, but I do know that she takes care of us like her own family. We are thankful for God’s provision in this area of our lives as well, to have someone who has taken us under their wing while we ministered to their people group.
This reminds me of the many times my parents hosted missionaries, visiting pastors and itinerant preachers in our home when I was a child. It was an opportunity to serve those who were called by the Lord to leave their own homes and minister to others. The family of God being so unique, we trusted those who came in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ and shared what we had. My mother may have had meatloaf, mashed potatoes and green beans on the family menu when such a visitor was staying at our home, but she just made a little more and our family dining room table could seat 8-10 comfortably. I have cherished memories of many, many visitors and now equate that to those who provide for us when we are the guests in their home. The family of God is the best and our Father knows best!
Thought for today – from yesterday….how do we treat those who are brothers and sisters in Christ? Everything we have comes from the Father and it is our responsibility to be good stewards and use to bring honor and glory to Him.
I’m so glad I’m a part of the family of God…..