“May the favor of the Lord our God rest on us; establish the work of our hands for us, yes, establish the work of our hands.” Psalm 90:17
It is so important to acknowledge that our accomplishments in our lifetime are really not much unless their directions come from our Heavenly Father. The importance of ‘His’ work is far greater than what this world holds as important. At this writing, Trinity/HOPE has feeding programs in 120 Christian schools in Haiti; a milestone that I never thought would be reached in my lifetime. There are more Christian schools waiting for a feeding program; patiently waiting for His plans to be set into place. There are Haitian missionaries attending these schools, waiting to take to Gospel message to the lost.
The attached photo is of a rather large cemetery on a mountain top near Chinchiron in the Arcahaie District. The bones of vodou followers and Christians are stored here. When passing by cemeteries in Haiti the question of how many went to their grave not having had a Savior always came up in our conversation; many more following the vodou priest than clinging to Christ. Thank you so much for helping to feed 120 schools and for following His directions to feed the next school and help to prepare those children to share the Good News of a Risen Savior with the lost. I close with the words from the hymn "Our God, Our Help in Ages Past" that was written by Isaac Watts, 1719.
“Our God, our Help in ages past, our Hope for years to come, our Shelter from the stormy blast and our eternal Home! Under the shadow of Thy throne Thy saints have dwelt secure; sufficient is Thine arm alone and our defense is sure. Before the hills in order stood or earth received her frame, from everlasting Thou art God, to endless years the same. A thousand ages in Thy sight are like an evening gone, short as the watch that ends the night before the rising sun. Thy word commands our flesh to dust: “Return ye sons of men!" All nations rose from earth at first and turn to earth again. Time, like an ever-rolling stream, bears all its sons away; they fly forgotten as a dream dies at the opening day. Like flowery fields the nations stand, pleased with the morning light; the flowers beneath the mower's hand lie withering ere 'tis night. Our God, our Help in ages past, Our Hope for years to come, be Thou our Guard while troubles last and our eternal Home!”
Dear Heavenly Father, you have called your servants to ventures of which we cannot see the ending, by paths as yet untrodden, through perils unknown. Give us faith to go out with good courage, not knowing where we go but only that your hand is leading us and your love supporting us through Jesus Christ our Lord and Savior. Amen.
May God be with you…Jay