489 Redux: Why Don't We Expect What We Ask For? Part II

While in Thailand, this past summer, God opened a wide door for ministry among Muslim students at the university in the city I was living. He led me there by His providence, causing me to notice the English language advertisement that alerted me of the club's existence, and in my wanderings on that campus, he guided me by seeming accident to their meeting place. I had the opportunity to befriend these Muslims, and dialogue about Christ with them. I especially hit it off with one of their adult leaders, a man who I'll call "Travis."

Travis and I had many good discussions together about all kinds of things, and he told me that he and his wife of seven years had been unable to conceive. He was afraid that it might be a side-effect of working in a scientific lab. I can't remember what I said to him about that. I hope that I told him I would pray to God for Him, but I think I may have simply resolved to do that myself. Nevertheless, since I last saw him in mid-July, I have prayed for him and his wife, although not as much as I should have, if I can even say that.

I've known for a while that I needed to e-mail Travis, and I finally sent him a third e-mail last night, hesitant because he had not responded to the last one yet. I opened his reply an hour ago, and received the answer to the prayer that I had prayed to the God of Abraham, Issac, and Jacob and the prayer that he had prayed to his understanding of the God of Abraham, Issac, and Jacob, an understanding rooted in the false revelations of Muhammed. The news was that at long last, after years and years of trying, Travis and his wife are expecting a baby.

I'm overjoyed for my friend, and will e-mail to tell him so. I'm going to take a day or so to pray about what to say first, though, for I want to give Christ the glory He deserves, and share Him in such a way that the gospel might be the only thing that offends, as opposed to me offending. I want to tell Travis how much Jesus loves him, and how He has given him this child in His mercy. I want this child to be raised in the wisdom and admonition of the Lord. I want Travis and his family to know Jesus; I just wisdom on what words to use.

I find myself overjoyed at God's mercy (as I should be daily) but just below my skin, there creeps the knowledge that by the weakness of my prayers and the weakness of my boast in Christ, I have short-changed God's glory, and that is a thought that humbles me before the Throne of Grace, realizing that my actions were sinful, but that Christ worked even in my widow's mite, although I had pocketfuls of cash to give. Lord have mercy.

For those of you who are new to the reading of this blog (and the re-print on Facebook), let me explain the title. All the posts prefaced "489" were written while laboring among the Central Thai this summer as I did my Boyce missions internship (catalogue code MS 489), and posts reflecting or adding to that experience are titled "489 Redux." A year and a half ago, I wrote a post by the name of "Why Don't We Expect What We Ask For," a recounting of my own forgetfulness and God's own faithfulness. Read the post, especially if you want some (Boyce) ancient history. It seems that I too oft live out the words of Hegel: "History teaches us that history teaches us nothing."

Sigh. Rock of ages, forgive my sin.