Tim and Jill Way

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The Interpreter

The other night we watched this movie, The Interpreter.  The story takes place in New York, but the back-drop is Africa and one of its evil dictators.  It is fiction, but rang too true in many ways…  except in the end, where there seemed to be some justice done to a degree.  That doesn’t seem to happen all that often in reality.  Sometimes I get overwhelmed with the darkness and awful evil and suffering that is in the world, particularly in Africa.  And I wonder, can I really make any difference?  It can be SO dark!  Is it worth it to throw myself into trying to bring God’s light and love?  Well, of course I’m going to say it is.  And it is…  Sometimes hope is so hard to find though.

I see a raging enemy in a land that I love.  The enemy of our souls.  But in worship I really do get a different perspective.  I begin to see that Africa has a lover and a Lord that is more determined and more persistent and more passionate and more powerful than its dreaded enemy.  Jesus really does care about every tear that is cried there, every prayer that is prayed, every despairing wail.  In fact, I’m sure I’d never care one little bit if it wasn’t for Him giving me the care and the burden.  He does have a plan and a purpose, and He will bring it about… somehow.  For some reason this hymm has been speaking to me lately…

A mighty fortress is our God, a bulwark never failing;
Our helper He, amid the flood of mortal ills prevailing:
For still our ancient foe doth seek to work us woe;
His craft and power are great, and, armed with cruel hate,
On earth is not his equal.

Did we in our own strength confide, our striving would be losing;
Were not the right Man on our side, the Man of God’s own choosing:
Dost ask who that may be? Christ Jesus, it is He;
Lord Sabaoth, His Name, from age to age the same,
And He must win the battle.

And though this world, with devils filled, should threaten to undo us,
We will not fear, for God hath willed His truth to triumph through us:
The Prince of Darkness grim, we tremble not for him;
His rage we can endure, for lo, his doom is sure,
One little word shall fell him.

That word above all earthly powers, no thanks to them, abideth;
The Spirit and the gifts are ours through Him Who with us sideth:
Let goods and kindred go, this mortal life also;
The body they may kill: God’s truth abideth still,
His kingdom is forever.

Pretty cool, huh?  I’m going back to Uganda next week for a couple of weeks.  It will be my first trip back since my family and I moved back to the States this summer, and I am so excited.  I’ll be making a trip into a new area for me — northern Uganda.  Hopefully my next post will be from Africa!!!


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