October 14th, 2007

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Post Church-service scribbles

We had a really great speaker at church last night. His name is [removed at request of Campus Crusade], and he works for Campus Crusade for Christ. He spoke about the many different people he has spoken to in the Middle East, where he works, and how prevalent miracles and visions are in that part of the world compared to here. In his missionary work he has met many different people who have had visions of Jesus, sometimes people who have never even seen a Bible before. Jesus appears before them and identifies himself, and then charges them with a mission.

He sent one man from a small, isolated town in Pakistan to a city many miles away to attend the Bible school there - a man who had never left home before!

It's just interesting. Why do people in these turbulent regions experience visions while those of us in the United States do not? Is it because we have such an abundance of resources - Bibles in every bookstore, Jehovah's Witnesses on every corner - that it is easy to find Him without a personal visit? In Iraq and Iran Christians are persecuted, and it's quite difficult to find a Bible (I hear. Never been, so obviously wouldn't know for sure.) So is the only way for Jesus to get the word out about Himself is to physically manifest before the one chosen to be His voice in that place?

Maybe it's just because we're too safe, and wouldn't believe a vision if we had it. There's not much danger for many of us, so why uproot our home and inconvenience ourselves? Or maybe we're too scientific. We'd just explain a divine intervention away with science or statistics. So since it'd be a wasted effort, God doesn't waste His time making visitations in the first place.

Well, it's an interesting thing to wonder about.

After the service Seanie and I 'adopted' a child in Ethiopia as part of our church's Hope School fundraiser. It's $25 a month for one year, and pays for her schooling and school supplies. There was a table in the hall, outside the room where church services are held, with photos of fifty-odd children spread out all over the surface. We just grabbed the first child in the corner (Realistically, what's the difference between children in Africa?) but many churchgoers were actively studying the different kids, looking at photos, reading the short biographies, etc. It would have been fun to look at all the different kids, but there were a lot of people and we didn't want to be in the way, and we didn't want to end up picking a kid just because it was the cutest or it had the saddest story.

That said, our little girl is pretty cute. Her name's Medina and she's 5. Supposedly she's in good health; she's pretty tiny in the photograph (and looking down at the ground, not at the camera) but doesn't look like she's at death's door or anything like that.