I started thinking about her at 4 a.m. today. Exodus is on her way. She must be at the airport soon, probably for the first time in her life. It’s certainly the first time she’s been on an airplane. Passport in hand, she’ll do a short hop from Monrovia to Ghana. The next leg will take over a half day; leaping the big pond from Ghana to Georgia. One day and two hours from when she boards the plane, Exodus will arrive in Seattle, WA.
It seemed to work out that I would be able to see her tomorrow. I am flying from Seattle to Palm Springs, and there are a bunch of flights I could take later in the day that would allow me to bump my flight long enough to get a glimpse of this weary traveler. After all, it’s been over a year and a half since we first tilled the soil to grow this vision. I want to see our first patient, aka “the Alpha Patient”. I want to see her expression when the nurse that identified her as a potential candidate is there to greet her at Seatac. I want to see her host mom’s expression when she welcomes this stranger into her heart. I want to see my psychologist friend, Dr. Denny, as he melts at the sight of this girl that he is working with to adjust to American culture, and adjust to her physical transformation through skin grafts.
That’s a lot of “I’s”. If the focus is on what the Lord wants, my wants must diminish. It isn’t important for me to be there. Exodus doesn’t even know who I am, so the only reason why I would postpone my flight and wait for her is because that’s what I want to do. I don’t think I will be there tomorrow.
We have church service on Sunday, and I have a God-given and joyful responsibility to be there in time to devote my attention back to my family and my church family.
Long before I knew her name, I had faith that this day would come. My faith is based solely on what God has asked me to do. What he requires of me, I will gladly give. This passage from John where Doubting Didymus (Thomas) requires physical evidence of Christ’s resurrection seems to me to apply:
John 20:26-29 A week later his disciples were in the house again, and Thomas was with them. Though the doors were locked, Jesus came and stood among them and said, “Peace be with you!” 27 Then he said to Thomas, “Put your finger here; see my hands. Reach out your hand and put it into my side. Stop doubting and believe.”
28 Thomas said to him, “My Lord and my God!”
29 Then Jesus told him, “Because you have seen me, you have believed; blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed.”
I’ve not seen with mine own eyes what Christ is doing in a 13 year-old girl’s life, but I believe. Please pray with me for a safe journey. For both of us.