One Woman vs. the Dragon


Let me introduce you to one of my heroines in the faith, Jackie Pullinger.

One Woman vs. the Dragon.

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My Eyes His Tears


As Christians we know the drill; we are to pray, read the Bible and die – daily.

Some days we excel in all three and other days we fail miserably. Remember when we were children who played up when the teacher left the room or how we scurried to do our chores  when we saw our parents pull up in the driveway?

Jesus, the One who loves us more than we love Him is unseen yet sees our heart and our motives. By giving Him the start of each new day in prayer we assure ourselves that He has everything under control, we remind ourselves that He is watching over us and we may  hear His voice as clear as a bell answering our questions.

Recently as I sat before Him I began to cry.

I cry often, many times in church during worship, during prayer and sometimes I break out in public as if my heart aches for what I see.

Over the years I have chided myself over it as it happens so often and this time I just said, ‘Lord, why am I crying?’, “These are my tears, Ginnie” flashed back at me in a gentle whisper, “My tears, your eyes.” Suddenly a scramble of words tumble across my mind – BE YE HOLY EVEN AS I AM HOLY, Oh God, am I clean before you? what have I been watching, what have I been saying? we are His hands and His feet, use me Lord, use my hands, use my mouth, use my eyes- how often over these many years  have I prayed this way and He is here – listening and it is so profound to know that He answers! I sit still in silence, I don’t move, I want Him to say more yet I can’t bare the profoundness of this moment.

His tears

I cry His tears

in sorrow, in praise, in worship, in compassion, in intercession

I cry His tears

I repeat this over and over and I go and tell my husband, my church, my daughter and I tell you all, He is there, He listens, He watches, He waits and He uses us to continue to minister in the world today.

This Christmas, take time to reflect on Jesus, take time to remember why He came, take time to prepare yourself to be used by Him.


Michael W Smith’s photo “Are you blessed?”


In all of this, I just ant you to concentrate on the poster, Äre You Blessed?’ Living in India, I am daily reminded that indeed I am.

Michael W Smith's photo "Are you blessed?".


Joy! Ecclesiastes 3:1


On the day we left for India, I turned to Bill and said, “It’s OK, we can exhale now.”

It seems we have been holding our breath for more than 27 years;  that is how long we have had India in our hearts and it comes as no surprise to our loved ones that we now live here. Joanna was only a few weeks old when India was whispered into our ear: Bill heard it first, as if it had echoed off the wall while playing with 4-year old Dean and kept the matter a secret. He would then come home during his lunch break and we would spend the time together in prayer and fasting. I remember the day, about a week later, when I announced that we were being called to India. His jaw dropped and he got rather agitated, wanting me to be more specific (for those of you in the family loop, this was the start of ‘The Bill’). We were sitting on opposite sides of the room and there was a magazine on the table, The Australian Evangel. Bill picked it up, opened it to a page unseen by me then quickly put it down. I picked it up, opened it and burst into tears! In my typical, wearing-my-heart-on-my-sleeve-manner, I blurted out that we were going to India. I had just seen a photo of a girl in a sari and the words, Calcutta Mission of Mercy. Instantly I remembered a prayer I had made two years prior, “God, I’ll give You my life – just don’t make me a missionary! You know, those types that wear socks with their sandals and the women with head to toe clothing and their hair tied up in buns!”
In those days, if you were going to India, you were going as a missionary. Try as we might, we never became your typical missionary; we came over many times and lent a hand here and there and today we are here on a working visa.
Nine days ago, that baby girl of ours,Joanna, rang to say that Matthew had just proposed! They expect to marry in March and we expect to be there!
Somehow, I know it doesn’t phase her that we are here.