Messengers sent to us - encounters in Africa

Messengers - sent to us.

 

Messengers sent to us


We all have people who come to us, who speak to us about us. There are times when it goes right over our heads. Some speak down to us. Like the picture of the Giraffe below they are so high up they have hard time stooping down into our world where we live on a daily basis. There are people who come to live with us, be with us, share our pains, our journeys and in a sense earn the right to speak into our lives.


 

Some People snoop around like Giraffe's while others come with heart.

I worked with a young woman in Africa, who graduated from Cambridge University. She was 23 years old, had given up her comfort of home, the opportunity to make money and a name for herself to work in Africa. She lived in the same house that I lived, since we worked for the same organization. She called me Dad, I called her Emmy, we would laugh, share, cry, and simply be there for one another. I was much older than her, and yet I was able to receive from her, as she would speak to me in a caring manner, about situations, about life, about dreams.

She was like a flower, sending a message, there were no barriers, one could receive so easily from her. Not only that, she was open to receive for herself, no defenses, simply an open hand and heart.

 

 


 

 Messengers sent to us

There are times when people appear in our lives, speak into our lives in such a way that the result is a powerful transformation.

Flowers bring a graceful presence...so should people.He was the assistant minister of Health in the country of Rwanda. His face shone with a loving acceptance as we shook hands. I could see that he was suffering from AIDS by his skinny appearance, his hollow eyes, the bumps and rash on his skin and face, and yet he glowed and seemed fully alive.

As we sat in his office, he did not speak about his own pains, his own sufferings, heExperience the real Pearl of Africa-Uganda its people never mentioned the dark nights that I am sure he was facing.

His eyes were focused, his words were filled with passion and with love as he spoke about the orphans of Rwanda, about children in his own family that so desperately needed help in order to have a good start on life.

He looked at me with kind eyes, as he spoke about all the money western help organizations were spending on expensive housing, transportation, food, meetings, airfares, while little of donated money actually reached those that needed it the most.


I sat there simply listening, he never spoke at me, but he spoke to me, his words penetrated my heart and soul and a deep desire to arose within me to make a difference.

I wanted to change the way my organization was conducting affairs in Rwanda and other parts of Africa, not because I was being lectured, not because I was being sermonized, but because his words of compassion reached me.

That evening back in my hotel I cruised the channels of my TV, thinking about the words of this dying man as I came across the transmission of an American TV preacher, preaching against this and that, portraying God as a giant no in life. He pointed out every sin known to man in less than 10 minutes, his eyes seemed almost filled with anger, his words lacked kindness, compassion, mercy...all one could hear was. "You ought to, you have to, or else God is going to get you." At the end or his so-called good news sermon many people responded to his call for change. I saw them streaming to the front and making a commitment...I was wondering how long it would last, since the motivation to change was not based on love but on fear.

My mother, bless her soul, used to use such an approach trying to get me to change, or adhere to a standard she had established. She would remind me as she went shopping not to take cookies, not to do this or that, because God was watching over me, seeing all my evil deeds and would punish me.

Did that ever prevent me to do exactly what she had told me not to do...in most cases I went ahead and proceeded to do just that as soon as she walked out of the door, all the while knowing it was wrong?

Her words did something to me, they did not bring about change, her use of God as a big club did not even bring me closer to God but did the exact opposite.

By the time I reached 14, I had started to skip church. I would take the offering money and go to a restaurant with my friends and have a beer. In Germany at that time there was no legal drinking age. Besides why go to a church and meet a preacher and God who did nothing but told you how bad you were and how you needed to get right by changing your wicked ways. All messages that reinforced in me that God was out to get me.

I remember the night that I came home as a teenager and my mother was furious, shouting at me, telling me I was bad, slapping me in the face and as I went into my room throwing a shoe at me, which I avoided by ducking, as he sailed by me headed straight for the window, breaking it in the process. Something that only made her more angry.

Yet there was one night when I came home late and drunk. She opened the door, she saw me, smelled my breath as I went by her, and she started to cry. I looked at her and realized that I had grieved her but that she was not rejecting me. She came close to me and put her arms around me, holding me, telling me that she loved me.

I went to my room that night, not realizing that I had just experience the ancient Christian principle that it is "God's loving kindness that leads to change." (wish that more preachers would remember that)

Love is the inner empowerment that brings about the desire, the will to change. It is divine life released in us.

How many times have we as children sat in a classroom and were moralized by some well-meaning but angry teacher about this or that, just waiting for the bell to ring so we could get out of there...The result...no change since moralizing only brings about the realization that I am bad, so why try, since I will only fail again.

Just yesterday I experienced this whole issue in a very personal way. A person very dear to me spoke into my life out of a deep concern. The words that came forth were words of Grace, of love, of acceptance. The result was that I took them to heart, acted on them, and received the divine power of love to want to change and to walk in that path.

I came across an old saying based on divine principles that sums this all up "only speak such a word, that will give grace and edification to ears of the hearer according to the need of the moment...words written by the Apostle Paul

Perhaps, the people that come into our lives speaking to us in loving ways, are simply angels unaware, messengers sent by God to remind us of his love and grace...jon


Perhaps all the dragons of our lives are princesses who are waiting to see us once, beautiful and brave. Perhaps everything terrible is in its deepest being something that needs our love...

 Rainer Maria Rilke


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Messengers sent to us - encounters in Africa

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