Over the last several weeks I have taught and preached in
Cuba, spent some time in the men’s shelter, and have just returned from a
mission trip to Guatemala. I have
experienced the move of the Holy Spirit in the Cuban church. I was privileged to experience the love and
gentleness of the Cuban people. I was
honored to spend a night in the Central Presbyterian Men’s Shelter in
Atlanta. I saw men filled with that same
Holy Spirit. They had loving eyes that
somehow did not seem to belong in bodies that had seen way too many hard
days. They were thankful and grateful
for another day as I am. As they walked
into the early morning darkness, I asked that God would protect them. I also prayed that they would find suitable
shelter and jobs over the summer so that they would not return to the shelter
in the fall.
Now I have just returned from Guatemala and I am trying to
process the last several weeks. I
experienced the love of the Guatemalan people in many ways. That same Holy Spirit that was present in
Cuba, and in downtown Atlanta, is in Guatemala as well. I see a look in their eye, a look of love and
God’s grace. I feel God’s love, God’s
grace, and the warmth of His embrace.
God is good, and it is good to be home, but a part of me is still with my
Guatemalan and Cuban brothers and sisters, and the men of the Central
Presbyterian Night Shelter. I pray that
they feel the warmth of His embrace.
Beautiful!
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