We just pulled in a couple days ago from the Haysi, VA, mission trip/fun weekend in Nashville. For some
reason, the last 10 days have felt like a month. Maybe it was because so much happened.
The mission of our trip was to work with a team to put on a VBS for the community of Haysi. In addition to that, a small group of people from Oklahoma put on another VBS in the afternoons (the big one was in the evenings) at an apartment complex a little ways out of town. Our girls were involved in teaching stories, doing crafts, playing games, putting on skits,
and taking care of babies so the moms could go to the adult class. Lots of activity, lots of different people. In that, I kept seeing this one theme being played out again and again.
Not too long ago I listened to a man teaching (recorded from a Wild at Heart
retreat) about how people will view their lives as living on one of two ships – a cruise ship or a battleship (and this has been the topic of many conversations lately). They are either looking for their pillows to be fluffed and the food to taste just right or they’re reaching for more ammo because the enemy just won’t let up. Unfortunately, we all live on a battleship whether we want to come to terms with that or not. On our trip to Haysi, that reality was constantly before me. The beauty of God and the ugliness of satan waging war for the same territory – the hearts of all these people around me (and mine too). First of all, if you put 6 teenage girls (with their struggles and difficulties, like our kids have) in a really confined space for 10 days, you’re creating all kinds of opportunities for conflict. And that happened. The enemy wasted no time. The ugliness was evident in harsh words and hurt feelings, pain and division. But then … with some clear communication, taking responsibility, giving and receiving apologies and forgiveness – beauty stepped in. It came to reclaim the glory every time.
Then I looked at the faces of the kids that came to the church every night. Now of course I don’t know anything about them or what their stories are, except of what I learned of the culture of their community. So I’m only looking skin deep and I’m tellin’ you – I see beauty
everywhere. Little boys doing back hand springs in the grass and girls with pink bows in their hair. Then I talk to a mom and she tells me about multiple surgeries her son has been through and blood transfusions for her daughter (both under the age of 8). Or the kids whose behavior tell stories of the love and supervision they need at home but aren’t getting because of drugs (or whatever else). Yeah, the ugliness had to come in somewhere. In these cases it was hard to find beauty’s victory. And maybe it’s not there today but the war isn’t over yet and God told me Who wins in the end.
I am brutally reminded to stay tapped into the Source of bigger bullets than the ones coming at me.
