One of the scriptures that has changed my life is Matthew 9:36-38
“When He saw the crowds,
He had compassion for them,
because they were harassed
and helpless, like sheep without
a shepherd. Then He said to His disciples, “The harvest is plentiful, but the
laborers are few; therefore pray
earnestly to the Lord of the
harvest to send out
laborers into his harvest.”
As I’ve had the joy and honor to spend time with beautiful children from the Middle East, children who have fled from persecution, war, trauma, death and suffering, this verse has come alive in my heart again.
But what has touched me deeply is seeing how plentiful this harvest of children is. The Lord of compassion, the Lord of the harvest is pursuing this generation in ways far more powerful than my mind can comprehend. This generation of children is ripe and ready for something new. I pray that mothers, fathers, laid down, yielded lovers and laborers may be sent to these ones, whether in the Middle East, Europe or America.
There is a cry rising up in young hearts for the truth, for the glory of the Spirit, I pray our hearts response will be:
“here I am, send me to the ends of the earth, I will go for worthy is the Lamb. Oh that He may receive the reward of His suffering from my little weak “yes.
Encounters with Heaven and Syrian children…
I was recently with a family who came to Germany from one of the worst cities in Syria. I have gotten to know this family over the past year and spend time with them every time I come to Germany. During my last visit with them the unexpected happened, God encountered the girls in ways I can still barely comprehend.
We had enjoyed a wonderful day of walks, conversation, playing and delicious food. We were going to bed and saying some simple night time prayers. My friend and I felt God’s presence and a shift in the room. Suddenly the eyes of three little girls were opened and they began to see angels. The oldest girl began sobbing and pointing to a corner of the room where I was sitting she began exclaiming “I see Jesus, I see Jesus.” Later she told us “Jesus came to me, I saw Him, really saw Him for the first time in my life. He is the most beautiful and it was a beautiful feeling. He had a staff in His hand, a big crown and He was really really bright.” Another girl was laying on my lap for hours and when she got up she said she went to heaven with Jesus and gave us some of the most detailed descriptions of heaven. Jesus began speaking clearly to them and they prophecied over us and their family members. This encounter lasted for many hours. My friend and I sat dumbfounded and in shock, I still feel that my brain cannot fathom everything that happened that night.
Matthew 11:25 “At that time Jesus declared, “I thank You, Father, Lord of heaven and earth, that You have hidden these things from the wise and understanding and have instead revealed them to little children, yes Father, for such is Your gracious will.
Hearts Falling in Love
Here in the Netherlands, I have also had the chance to meet with some beautiful refugees from the Middle East. I want to share the story of Sahar* (the women pictured, second from the right). We had only met once before and during our first interaction, she was sad, deeply depressed and struggling. The second time we met she came running up to me at a worship service and hugged and kissed me. She began exclaiming to me “I am a Chr–tian now! I am completely done with all my old ways of Is-am!” I asked her when did this happen and she said with tears of joy “just yesterday!” That night during worship I had her read Psalm 139 over herself and she wept saying that she could tangibly feel God’s love for her. By the end of the worship service, she was weeping, dancing and raising her hands in worship to Jesus.
God is moving in the hearts of refugees here in Europe in an unprecedented manner! And I am honored I get to watch Him be glorified in and through them.
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