It was a beautiful day to be flying home to Indianapolis from Savannah. My ministry trip was full of extraordinary moments, meeting people, taping a TV show and getting to know a city from the vantage point of women who are offering a drink of Living Water to the voiceless.
I met with women who lead ministries whose mission statements use words like, abandoned, exploited, homeless, trafficked, abused, alone, addicted, and afraid to describe the women they care for and deeply love. I was humbled to listen to the stories of sacrifice, heartache, and brokenness. Not all the stories have happy endings, as a matter of fact, many of them don’t. But, that’s not the point. What we share in common as life-givers, is our choice to surrender the results to God.
We encouraged one another to press on by loving the least of these, no matter how hard, dirty and ugly it may be. Our joy in serving is in our obedience, intimacy with Jesus and awareness that we need to be transformed as much as anyone. When we choose to step in the ditch to rescue someone, we meet our own humanity face to face.
The Name of Jesus is the only hope we have to offer a women who are devalued, lost and scared. I have found that no amount of money, food or shelter change someone’s perspective. It may change their circumstances for a while, but it doesn’t change them. Only Jesus can do that. Hope is what picks them up. Love is what builds trust. Grace is what wipes away shame. Mercy is what lifts a broken spirit. Faith is the ONLY weapon against fear.
On the decent into the city of Indianapolis, the clear day afforded me the opportunity to clearly see the city from a pristine blue sky. I saw all the familiar landmarks and enjoyed how they were illuminated by the bright sunshine. The buildings were standing in radiance as light reflected off their faces. Everything looked familiar to me since I have lived here 30 years and flown in and out many times over all the years.
Looking down I noticed a large area of green grass come into view. It was a welcomed sight amongst all the cement and metal. I realized it was Crown Hill Cemetery. The headstones were placed with dignity in uniform order. It wasn’t until the aircraft was directly above the cemetery that I saw the amazing treasure. The ground lit up and sparkled as if someone was throwing diamonds from the airplane. The reflection danced from as far as I could see. The granite headstones were calling up to me in all their natural beauty as if to say, "here I am."
“Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of his saints.” Ps 116:15
I often say that perspective is everything and I recognize that my vantage point impacts how I perceive something. The closer I am to something the more detail I see, and the further away I am, the more the big picture inspires me. I have ordered many headstones for families who have tragically lost a loved one. I choose to walk with them in the messy “day to day” experience as they grieve.
That day flying over Crown Hill Cemetery I was given the gift of a view from Heaven's window. I wondered how God must feel when He looks down and sees His beloved resting in peace and sparkling up at Him. His children were reflecting His image back to Him, sending up a signal of beauty and eternal life.
“ It shone with the glory of God, and its brilliance was like that of a very precious jewel.” Rev. 21:11