I’m attending a “Think Tank Summit” in the UK. We’ve just spent 24 hours hearing about issues…challenges…activities…pursuits…within a region that is often on the news. (I’ll let you figure that out.) Ministries have shared over and over again the hardships that children in their areas face. They have shared horrible statistics. And we’ve seen videos that have left a permanent lump in my throat. There is a hopelessness the envelopes every single conversation. How can we make a difference in the lives of the children? How can we have an impact for the Kingdom? How do we step out of our comfort zones, make hard decisions, and have the courage to follow through? It is overwhelming. It is difficult to imagine anything I do could make any lasting difference. Who am I? Why am I even here? I only have three years experience in this region. What could I possibly have to share? How could I possibly influence? Should anyone really be making decisions based on my limited knowledge and understanding?
Throughout the day, though, the Lord has continued to bring one word to the surface.
It's not wishful thinking. It's not a "wouldn't that be great". It's true hope.
Hope in the God who created the universe.
Hope in the God who faced the ultimate evil so that he could have the ultimate victory.
Hope in the God who meets us in our struggles and promises to stay with us to the end.
Hope in the God who cares more about the children than we ever could.
And hope that He is raising up a generation who love Him, will serve Him, and will be His ambassadors.
Oh that I could have the honor of playing a small role in that. Oh that God would use me, despite myself, to change the life of just one child. Oh that our time together these two days would be for His glory and His purposes. Oh that He would continue to break my heart for what breaks His.