10 Sept, 2014
So I lost all my stuff in La Paz last week. My backpack of wordly possessions, suspiciously disappeared from the bottom of the bus, sometime during the 17hr journey from Santa Cruz. After numerous visits to the company offices, hours of meetings, and even more of just waiting around, they compensated me roughly $175NZD for my loss.
Left with the clothes on my back (and, thank God, my valuables in my hand carry), I can't say I wasn't just a little depressed for couple of days. My back pack and I had become quite attached to each other over the last 4 months. And I mean, I didn't lose any family heirlooms or my wedding ring ( helps if you don't have one...), they were just things - of little eternal significance; I still have blood flowing through my veins, a family who loves, (and my flight home, even!) but one still asks 'why?' and possibly sheds a tear or two hundred.
And with little trust in humans and their word, one learns to turn to God and his.
The day after I returned to Trinidad with my cheap, fake replacement gear, I found myself playing at church: It is well with my soul. Those not familiar with the hymn or history of its author should acquaint themselves. Geez, I just lost my stuff. Henry Spafford lost his business in a fire and all his daughters in a ship sinking... yet he could still say - sing, even - It Is Well With My Soul. Which - and I'm still trying to comprehend it all - is not to belittle his loss, rather elevate his God. If his loss was great, but his God greater, how great must he be.
And in this unstable world, where else should our hope lie?
http://www.sharefaith.com/guide/Christian-Music/hymns-the-songs-and-the-stories/it-is-well-with-my-soul-the-song-and-the-story.html
So I lost all my stuff in La Paz last week. My backpack of wordly possessions, suspiciously disappeared from the bottom of the bus, sometime during the 17hr journey from Santa Cruz. After numerous visits to the company offices, hours of meetings, and even more of just waiting around, they compensated me roughly $175NZD for my loss.
Left with the clothes on my back (and, thank God, my valuables in my hand carry), I can't say I wasn't just a little depressed for couple of days. My back pack and I had become quite attached to each other over the last 4 months. And I mean, I didn't lose any family heirlooms or my wedding ring ( helps if you don't have one...), they were just things - of little eternal significance; I still have blood flowing through my veins, a family who loves, (and my flight home, even!) but one still asks 'why?' and possibly sheds a tear or two hundred.
And with little trust in humans and their word, one learns to turn to God and his.
The day after I returned to Trinidad with my cheap, fake replacement gear, I found myself playing at church: It is well with my soul. Those not familiar with the hymn or history of its author should acquaint themselves. Geez, I just lost my stuff. Henry Spafford lost his business in a fire and all his daughters in a ship sinking... yet he could still say - sing, even - It Is Well With My Soul. Which - and I'm still trying to comprehend it all - is not to belittle his loss, rather elevate his God. If his loss was great, but his God greater, how great must he be.
And in this unstable world, where else should our hope lie?
http://www.sharefaith.com/guide/Christian-Music/hymns-the-songs-and-the-stories/it-is-well-with-my-soul-the-song-and-the-story.html
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