First, I must give all honor and glory to the One who continues to amaze me. To the ONE who continues to blow my mind with His greatness and beauty. To the ONE who made it possible for me to come to South Africa. To the ONE who is making this experience the greatest adventure of my life thus far! To the ONE and true God, who carefully and purposely planted every seed that took 100 years to grow into a beautiful tree and at the very second that I may walk by and marvel at its beauty. Thank you Lord for that moment. That moment is just as great as seeing the smiles on my student’s faces and being able to breath in the fresh, crisp air which is South Africa. I praise Your name!
I have officially been in SA for a total of 4 weeks! Wow. I can’t believe it either! God is so good. These past four weeks have been so amazing and magical I couldn’t ask for anything more. But I can look at my itinerary and see that I have many more weeks to go, so more blessings are headed my way!
Something crazy has been happening lately. Whenever we (me and the other COST students) go into town for lunch or dinner, and then leave with out leftovers from our meal in a to-go box. The moment we open the doors to the restaurant to leave its like we just became the most popular people in the country. It’s like we have gold or a million dollars in those boxes instead of just half eaten sandwiches or pieces of whatever we had in the restaurant. These “leftovers” become the prized possession to the very hungry ‘street kids’ that make their living in begging for our leftovers. When I was first approached about my leftover food, I was somewhat alarmed and I wanted to just ignore their pleas. But then I thought that once I got that food home, it would probably would just sit in my refrigerator for the rest of the week until I remembered it was there and just throw it out. How could something so trivial and minuscule to me be so valuable and sought after to someone else. Ha! The great paradoxes of life!
So of course the next time we had leftovers from a meal we made sure to pass it on to the very appreciative hands of one of the street boys. I even started to make sure I saved some of my meal in order to pass it on to someone who needed it a lot more than I did. I didn’t know their story. I’ve been told from some of the locals that these boys choose to be on the street. There are shelters in town that would take them in, but they decided against that because they would rather beg for their meals then have to be under the strict rules of these shelters. I have also heard that they are orphans possibly due to parents dying of AIDS or HIV or some other reasons. But whatever there reasons for being on the street, whether it is by choice or the consequence of “life” happening, I have to remember that I may be the Last Jesus They See.
In the Word of God, it teaches us to feed our neighbors if they are hungry. It doesn’t specify only the neighbors who really really deserve to be fed. I don’t think Jesus cared if you chose to live a life of poverty and not knowing when or where your next will be coming from. He just knew that it would please His Father and that it was His duty to bless others. It is my duty to bless others. It is all of our duties to bless others. We all have been extremely blessed…so why not extend yourself a little bit more each day to bless someone else. Don’t worry about if they really need it or deserve it. Where would we be if God always worried about whether we deserved His blessings…
I don’t think I want to know, so reach a little further this week to bless someone’s life. Whether it is a stranger or the girl/boy that you sit next to class each day. Spread God’s love and remember that person that you overlook each day, YOU may be the last Jesus they see…