The world seemed a small place again last Sunday, when my family and I happened to visit a church that houses a small congregation of folks from Nepal. The earthquake had just happened, and the Nepalese pastor gave the larger congregation an update. He told us of the huge aftershocks that were adding fear and instability to an already terrifying and devastating situation.
My husband and I had heard some youth from the same group singing at a special service on Friday evening–just before the earthquake hit. Just being around these people made this far-away disaster hit so much closer to home.
And then a lovely woman, Katherine Scott Jones, spoke about a World Vision Water Project called “Water Effect” in Africa. Wells are dug so safe drinking water is brought into communities for the first time, eliminating the need for girls and women to walk miles every day for jugs of water that may or may not be safe to drink. It takes their whole day, every day.
Each time a well is dug, the community gathers around for prayer and celebration. At one such occasion, an elderly woman watched the water come forth from the ground from a bit of a distance. It was clear something was wrong. When someone asked her what it was, she spoke of dreams she had had of schooling and bettering her life, yet all she had had time for was collecting dirty water. “The whole time, clean water was under my feet,” she had said.
The ground shakes and destroys; the ground opens up and reveals sources of life-giving water. Some people are safe on stable soil, in buildings well-built to code and able to withstand potentially-devastating tremors. Some live in buildings that crumble all around them. Some people live in communities where clean water comes out of a tap as a matter of course. Some people live in places where the water lies hidden for generations.
I guess there is no reasoning, no figuring out why them and not me, or me and not them. All we can do is give as we are able and pray for those in need. After reminders like those last Sunday, I sometimes feel embarrassed when I think my world has been shaking, or there’s no solution to a problem. My problems seem so small in comparison.
No matter where we live or who we are, may we seek the only one who does have the answers, who does offer a firm rock to build our lives on, and who graciously offers us the living water that will always be safe to drink.
Your love, O LORD, reaches to the heavens, your faithfulness to the skies.
Your righteousness is like the mighty mountains, your justice like the great deep.
O LORD, you preserve both man and beast. How priceless is your unfailing love!
Both high and low among men find refuge in the shadow of your wings.
They feast on the abundance of your house; you give them drink from your river of deligts.
For with you is the fountain of life; in your light we see light.
Please see http://katherinescottjones.com/what-im-into-may-edition/#comment-50877 for more information on the World Vision program!
Image credit: http://www.thecleanwaterfoundation.com
For friends new to this blog, “Wednesday’s Word” is a weekly Bible audio clip that rotates between Genesis, Luke and Psalms. Occasionally, I post “Wednesday’s Word to the Free,” a short Bible passage on what it means to be free. Freedom is a very big concern to Timley Mouse, the tiniest character in my upcoming novel, Sophie’s Quest. On Sundays, I post an article-type post on themes in the novels: faith, friendship, diversity, etc. Please join in the conversation!
Notice: Wednesday’s Word is taking a bit of a hiatus so that I can be editing and otherwise preparing for the book launch in June. See you this summer!
The Sunday posts will continue on their regular schedule as long as I am able!