“Be Thou my vision, O’Lord of my heart, Naught be all else to, save me Thou art. Thou my best thought, by day or by night, waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light…”
These lyrics pierce me every time I hear them. They strum the most beautiful cord in my heart. The fact that the God of the universe cares enough about us to be our vision, mind boggles me. We have nothing to worry about because He holds our lives in the palm of His mighty hand. What a joy it is to think about how much He loves us. Not because of things we do, not because of things we say, but simply because we are His.
I want so desperately for people to see and experience the love of Christ. My heart breaks for the people of this city. Some people truly have no desire to know Christ. This my friends, is why I’m here. I’m here to be the hands and feet of Christ in this city. He’s the only one who can bring light into the darkness.
Getting on the metro is quite an adventure. Come here, and you will see exactly what I’m talking about. 🙂 Here are a few “rules to the metro” : people rarely smile, men usually don’t give their seats to older ladies, the metro has to have signs asking people to give their seat to the handicap, everyone looks down at their phone, or a book and rarely does anyone speak. It’s the most connected, yet disconnected place I’ve ever been. I – of course – have decided to break the “rules of the metro” – one by one – and I love it when others join in my mission. Yesterday afternoon was the day someone joined the mission.
As I sat down on the metro, I began to hear an older gentleman singing. I first thought, “Oh goodness, what’s going on?” But, I decided to listen closely. I heard the words, “Christ’s love never fails…” I began to smile, then turned around. I said, “Amen!” He didn’t address my comment. He just continued to sing….and when I say sing, he “SANG.” God certainly blessed him with some pipes. I turned around, and we continued to ride in the metro. After he finished the song he was singing, I felt a tap on my shoulder…”Ma’am what’s your religion?” I tried not to jump, then I smiled and said, “Well, I’m a follower of Christ. How about yourself?” Then, we began talking about Christ. We didn’t care about all the “rules of the metro.” People were looking at us like we were noisy kids in the library.
But, what a joy it was to meet a fellow believer! Side note: Mom and Dad, I know y’all are probably freaking out, but I promise I was safe! 🙂 He was one of the most joyous people I’ve met in the city.
Then, an older lady came on the metro and pointed at me to move my bag. She didn’t say anything, just pointed. I didn’t want to make her even more mad, so I moved it. As I moved it, she rolled her eyes and sat down, letting out a loud huff. I turned back around and the older gentleman began singing about Jesus again. The lady beside me began rolling her eyes again. She huffed so much, I thought she was going to explode. Apparently, she wasn’t into joy in the metro. She aggressively grabbed earbuds out of her bag and began blaring her music. She didn’t care to listen to the man singing about Jesus behind us. She didn’t care to even know what he was singing about. And she certainly didn’t care if she was rude towards him or me. She just cut us off. But, the older gentleman just kept singing. When the older lady closed him off I thought of how the world tries to push Christ away. This lady had no desire to listen. It broke my heart, but this happens daily. I’ve been that person before, but I’m so grateful God woke me up from my slumber years ago. I’m so thankful for people like this older gentleman who aren’t afraid to be bold in their faith. People who may look crazy to the world, but make sense in God’s eyes.
I pray God moves in her heart and the hearts of those who have hardened their hearts to Christ – that Christ will be their vision. I pray God continues to give me opportunities to share Him with the people of this city and the nations.