I always look forward to what God says on a trip like this. I believe He spoke through my friend, Pastor Julio (pictured above), on Tuesday morning when we were feeding children in the hills of Chillon. It was 6:00am in the morning and he was wandering the hills waking kids to come get a warm breakfast. This happens on a regular basis--hauling buckets of soggy oatmeal and trash bags full of bread. I said, “Pastor, you’re such a good man. You are doing unto the least of these, and are doing unto Christ.” He said, “Rob, it is hard work.” And I resonated with that--compared to my 5-minute commute to our church campus in Williamson County. He said, “It is a privilege to serve Christ.” That was it. He walked off after that and left me standing on the side of the hill, staring through watery eyes. I don’t ever remember saying those words. My heart was in my throat. It is a privilege to serve Christ.
I’m feeling better, the daily thoughts of Peru are fading, but I pray those words continue to ring in my mind for years. I don’t think I’ll ever forget what Pastor Julio said--or what God said. I’ve reminded myself frequently since I’ve been back ... It is a privilege to serve Christ.
beautiful post. i frequently turn that privilege into a "chore." thanks for the reminder. glad you're feeling better. jay usually has the same "re-entry" issues when returning from haiti. it's reverse culture-shock... or something. miss you guys. :)
Posted by: Bronie Victory | October 2009 at 10:32 AM