There has been much commotion here at Bridge The Gap lately. People are everywhere. They are hanging around, they are coming and leaving, they are talking and laughing, they are learning and listening, they are sitting and praying, they are walking and talking and listening. There are people hammering, sawing, painting, welding, sewing, cooking, chopping, babysitting, computering, fixing and sharing. There is just no escaping all this caring and sharing and loving...John and Beate has their home team here.
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| Hebrews 13:11 And do not forget to do good and to share with others, for with such sacrifices God is pleased. |
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| 1Tim. 6:18 Command them to do good, to be rich in good deeds, and to be generous and willing to share. |
So, I went down the driveway among all this commotion and took some pictures the other day. As I was observing God says, "Look closer." I saw different ages of people. I saw different colors of people. I saw them interacting. There may have been a language difference but it wasn't a barrier. There was teaching and learning, sharing and receiving. It was beautiful.
And then God took it a step further and spoke to my heart. The giving and receiving was going in both directions. When people come here for short term mission work it is always two sided. God sends many here and it's not just for the Belizeans. Let us not perceive ourselves to be any higher than another. I am sure that if you ask Jim or Brian or Roger or anyone else on this team, they will tell you that they have been touched by what they experienced here.
I stood in the driveway and imagined that Jesus had just walked up the hill and was standing next to me. He didn't say a word, He was just smiling. (I think he especially liked the wood working.)
2 Thess. 2:16
May our Lord Jesus Christ himself and God our Father, who loved us and by his grace gave us eternal encouragement and good hope, encourage your hearts and strengthen you in every good deed and word.
May God continue to bless Bridge the Gap and John and Beate Vandermark.
