Putting My Hands to What’s in His Heart

It is my absolute delight to introduce you to my sweet friend, and guest blogger, Susan Morris (www.susanbeth.com). Susan and her husband pastor Amplify Church in Jacksonville, FL and Susan is an active member of the Leading and Loving It community where she and I received our introduction. Susan is one of the sweetest most passionate women I know living her life trying to put her hands to the things in God’s heart… but I’ll let her share her own story!

A year ago I was immersed in wedding details for one of my daughters and had never even heard of World Help. I had however been part of Leading & Loving It, a community of women involved in ministry and have led one of their Connect LIVE groups the past several years. I had been looking forward to attending their retreat again last Fall, but due to putting some things aside in preparing for the wedding I felt like it wasn’t something I could do at that time.

Because of that decision I missed hearing Noel share about World Help and an upcoming L&LI trip to Guatemala. It wasn’t until after the first of the year that I saw something about the Operation Baby Rescue Project. I knew immediately I needed to go. I also knew that I didn’t have the money budgeted to go on a trip that was now quickly approaching.

It’s funny now looking back out at how everything played out…

I created several items for my daughters wedding and a few people had inquired about ordering pieces from me. That idea did not appeal to me at all, until the moment I read about this trip. I decided to create and sell custom art pieces to raise the money needed for the trip (out of my comfort zone!)

I was able to raise the funds to go on the trip. One of the highlights for me personally was getting to know Noel Yeatts. In a world that often glamorizes strength and beauty in a self indulgent way, I saw in her, womanhood at it’s finest. I saw a devoted, loving wife and mother who was passionate about what God had put in her heart. A woman who was willing to get out of her comfort zone, rally the troops and lead the charge to get a job done!

Noel spoke into our lives throughout the trip and she continued to speak into mine afterward from her book, AWAKE – Doing a WORLD of Good One Person at a Time (which you need to get if you havent already!)

One of my favorite quotes from the book is, “Do you want to be safe, or do you really want to change the world? The conflict is that we want to be brave, we want to take risks… but we also want to be safe. The problem is we cant have it both ways.”

Even though many people I know would consider me a risk taker and brave…I knew deep in my heart I was still playing it safe.

I remember sharing with Noel the very first night of the trip that I had asked others to pray I would not be overwhelmed with the need before me, making it unable to see anything else. It is easy to become paralyzed by the enormity of it all.

That prayer was answered… I saw so clearly in my time in Guatemala that it takes each of us being obedient to what God is asking us to do. Only then can the miraculous happen. I made a decision to be obedient no matter how insignificant or how huge that looked.

The day after I got home from the trip, I made my commitment to raise money to rescue five babies, representing each of my five children. The total amount raised would be $6000, which seemed insignificant and HUGE all at the same time.

Another one of my favorite quotes from AWAKE is “Doing a world of good is oftentimes just doing what you already know how to do…”

So that’s what I’ve done…at AMPLIFY where my husband and I pastor we have Amplify LOVE Projects, so Operation Baby Rescue has become one of our projects. We made #amplifyLOVE shirts and coffee mugs with proceeds going to rescue babies.

Our family also owns Reach Destiny Arts, a Dance Studio lead by my daughters that has nearly 200 students associated with it. We have created a fun way to donate to OPERATION BABY RESCUE by buying a Pointe Shoe and the students writing their name and amount on it to hang up on the walls of our studio.

At this stage, we have rescued two babies and this just by doing what I’ve already been doing. Nothing spectacular or special! People you know want to make a difference…theyre just waiting for you to show them how.

I specifically took a picture of my feet on the ground in Guatemala because I knew once my feet were on the familiar soil of home it would be easy to forget. The following is a blog I wrote a week after being home about that picture…

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A week ago I was standing on the soil in Guatemala.

I had the opportunity to share about my week with my church family on Sunday. I wore these boots and I told them why…

Ive been on several trips to other countries where you see such heartbreaking need all around you. I know that my life and perspective has been shaped through the years by these experiences. I wore these boots on Sunday as a reminder that as much as I was moved to make a difference in those moments standing there in Guatemala, life back in my “normal” can soften the urgency over time.

I snapped pictures while I was there and as I was scrolling through them just hours later they seemed unreal. I wonder if its because its hard to process the reality of what I was seeing?

I don’t know.

But I do know, I want to remember…

I want to remember the mom that walked with her children 3 hours one way so they would have food for the day.

I want to remember the filthy dirty plastic 2-liter bottle that her child held up to me to fill that Im pretty sure he had just picked up in the dump that was a few feet away.

I want to remember the precious babies being held by brave moms choosing to leave all they have known to do what’s best for their sick children.

I want to remember the scared little girl that was probably going to lose her infected left eye due to not receiving treatment early enough.

I want to remember the joy and gratefulness on the faces of the people in the village where we dedicated a well so they could have clean water.

I want to remember the little boy in the plaid shirt that came and sat by me and melted my heart.

I want to remember that my feet stood on this soil and in that moment I knew I could make a difference.

You can too.

To help Susan raise money for Baby Rescue, visit http://lali.worldhelp.net/susan-morris

Life to the Full

Hope you and your family had a wonderful Christmas. Today is Rescue Wednesday again … the last one of the year. As you are hopefully enjoying a quiet, family-filled day, take a minute to hear from Michele on how we can live life to the full.

 

I am a blogger, and a stay-at-home wife and mama of four. This last October I had an opportunity to go to Guatemala for Operation Baby Rescue, with World Help and Hope of Life as a blogger with several others, too. It means we went there to experience the mission, and then share our stories with you. You can read our stories here.

Stories like Lady and Alicia, now 9 and 10, who were rescued when they were 4 and 5. They were reduced to thin skin and fragile bones. They lost their parents and were left to their grandmother. Though, she should have been their caregiver, offering love and protection, she was not and did not. She would leave the girls home alone, but not without tying up the girls each day — to a bed or table leg. When she was home, the abuse toward them was unspeakable. But they were rescued, and 5 years later still have a hope for their future. Lives transformed.

The very last night we were in Guatemala at Hope of Life, we had a fiesta — a joyous celebration. For a short part of it, I had to pull away. All the experiences of the week pouring out in tears right then. So I went to a nearby pool, and sat on the edge. I sat there and wept and prayed for almost a half hour. While I was there I could hear Carlos Vargas, the founder of Hope of Life, on the microphone. I could hear the life and joy in his voice, and I sat weeping.

How does he do it? He’s been able to be see the suffering, and still embrace life. He’s dedicated his life to the rescues, to give the thirsty, the hungry, the sick, the dying — a hope for life. He’s been able to do it without losing his joy.

How do I that? How do I embrace life and enjoy it while there is still suffering and death all around. Especially, now that I’ve touched it, and it’s touched me. And these questions I offered as prayers, and they did not go unanswered.“The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full.” (John 10:10 NIV)

It seemed as if I had God’s attention in that moment. I heard it whispered strong and true, “You cannot dwell on death and have life. I am the Life. Dwell on Me.”

Maybe Carlos, and his family and the staff — they’ve learned the secret is focusing on the lives that were saved.

If I only dwell on what the enemy has done to kill and steal and destroy life, then I might believe there is no hope and do nothing. The need is great and will always be. Yet, there are people, everyday, not withholding what is in their hands, doing a good work all around the world to give a hope to the hopeless, and God is blessing it.

I want to be a part of it, too. Even though I am a stay-at-home wife and mama? Yes. I can do my part from home.

I brought it all back with me to the states, straight to my family. I brought the stories, and the experience, and the change. Little by little I am beginning to see my family change, too. The focus is changing to giving to those in need, and by giving we are changing. Even in the wake of a Christmas that was filled with abundant blessings, our dialogue has been about giving, and giving to rescue the babies. Babies that are now affectionately called “my” babies around the house.

We, personally, as a family committed to giving this Christmas to Operation Baby Rescue. The money that would normally go to an abundant lot of gifts under the tree, is going toward baby rescue.

Now that Christmas day has come and gone, I am beginning to understand more, the life to the full that Jesus promised, is not just found in the getting — it is found in the giving. This stay-at-home wife and mama of 4 is learning with her family, it truly is more blessed to give than receive — it’s evident in our joy.

Giving to the rescue is truly giving a hope of new life. Join with us? Click here to find out more.

 

Michele-Lyn spends most of her days at home with her children in Florida country. She hopes to bring encouragement when she shares her stories — both trials and triumphs — of living out my days as a business owner’s wife and mama of 4, in pursuit of God. She is also a World Help blogger — advocate and a voice for the voiceless. If you were blessed by this post, would you considered sharing it? You can visit Michele-Lyn at her blog, A Life Surrendered. Find her also on Twitter and Facebook.

Celebrating 6

As our nation mourns the Newtown tragedy, we all are hugging our kids tighter and appreciating each little moment. Tragedies make us stop … pause… and reflect on our lives. Today, in Lauren’s guest post she is doing just that. Read more …

Today my first baby, my only daughter, turns 6 years old.

She is full of life, creativity, giggles, a strong will, and silly songs.

If you let her, she will gladly be her brothers’ bossy “teacher”, read to her stuffed animals, and color for hours on end.

Last year, in honor of her fifth birthday, I wrote these words:

Five whole big years. 1,825 days.

 

How have I spent those nearly 2,000 days? How have I guided her and shaped her? How has she grown in five years of life on this earth, with me as her mommy? How have I grown?. . .

 

Maybe I’m still struggling with many of the same things I struggled with early in motherhood. I wish I could say today that in 5 years I’ve learned so much and grown tremendously, but I’m not sure that’s true. I don’t think I could say that with a clear conscious.

 
. . . but as I reflect, I want to make this day count. I want to choose my words carefully and speak gently over her; to raise her up to be a godly woman after kingdom things. I want to yell less and listen more. Today. For my sweet daughter. And for my sons. . .

 

 

I don’t know if I’ll have five more years with them, but if I do, I pray I will let each day count. That in 5 more years I will reflect and say that God has been so faithful: look at how much I have grown as a mommy, look at how much she has grown as a daughter— as my daughter, and as a daughter of the King.
How sharply those words pierce my heart today, on the day of her sixth birthday. I can’t help but think of so many little babies and children that will not celebrate the precious six year milestone. So many mommies that will not bake a cake for their little ones, ever again.
In light of the tragic loss of twenty little six and seven year olds last week in Newton, CT, we sense this frailty of life so close-to-home. I have wept for the families of Newtown this week.

On Monday morning, I drove my almost-six-year-old girl to school, trying to control the sobs. Later in the day, I cried some more as I typed out these words:

Today, we remember that twenty parents in Newtown, Connecticut will not send their child to school.

 
Or this week.

 
Or ever again.

 
No more birthday parties. No more tickle fights. No more soccer games or dance recitals or art classes. There will be no high school graduation. No walking down the aisle. No celebrating dreams fulfilled, marriages, grandchildren.

We sense the loss so close this week.

The loss is shocking, senseless, horrifying, and tragic, to say the least.

The mothers in Guatemala, and Uganda, and Haiti, they know the heartache of senseless loss, too. Sadly, maybe they are not so shocked by death anymore. When 80% of children in rural Guatemalan communities are chronically malnourished, death is no surprise.

These mamas, our neighbors, our sisters around the globe, share with the Newtown mommies what no two women ever want to share in common: the tragic loss of a child.

A lifetime of missed birthday parties and goodnight kisses. The loss of innocent childhood play, of laughter, of family dinners, of dreaming, of loving, of celebrating.

I celebrate my daughter’s sixth birthday today with a raw sense of awe and grace.

I don’t know the number of her days or mine, nor can I control them.

But death by dirty water? This can be controlled. Dying of starvation? Unnecessary.

Violence, evil, and sickness will ever be present in this broken world, until our Savior comes again. But when we have the choice, let us sow life and give rescue.

While I’m on this earth, I can sow my time, love, and finances into work that will save lives. As far as it depends on me, I must do everything in my power to offer every mama the chance to celebrate her child’s six birthday. And sixteenth. And sixtieth.

This Christmas, will you give a mommy the immeasurable gift of life for her child? Of another birthday celebrated?

You can.

Join the rescue and give life.

 

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About Lauren
Lauren is a young mom of three, Jesus follower, wife of a youth pastor, and fair-trade coffee lover. She traveled to Guatemala with World Help in October 2012 and considers herself a passionate advocate for the least of these. Lauren writes about Operation Baby Rescue, faith, motherhood, and justice at mercyINK blog. You can also connect with her on twitter or facebook.

Still Only Part

We struggle with the things we just don’t understand, like the suffering and death of helpless children. We feel powerless to do enough, to fix all that’s broken, and to bring hope into all of the darkness. This Rescue Wednesday’s guest post is from Michele; she shares her experience of witnessing tragedy and finding her place in the middle of being broken-hearted. Michele chose to find her part in the story of Operation Baby Rescue.  Take a look…

 

We were nearing the end of the trip, after five days in Guatemala. It’s the last day of visiting the villages. The next day we would be flying home. It was a busy day.

We had been to a school. The children, they looked like they were thriving, and had a hope for their future. They have access to clean water and concrete walls, and that is better than most. We went up a mountain to where a new church was being dedicated, and there was another Tom’s shoe drop. All good things.

We got word, however, that they wanted us back at the rescue center. One of the babies rescued, they didn’t make it. They invited us there to take part in a small ceremony, right there on the covered porch. Right there where I took this picture of her holding her beautiful baby boy.

Right there where they stood holding her, praying with her, weeping with her. Right there, to say good-bye. And, though we do not have all the answers, to try and point her to the One who does.

I heard the sirens early that morning, and thought more rescues were coming in. But no, it was one going out. It was beautiful, baby boy Nelson. He’s was the healthiest looking of them all. He came in malnourished, dehydrated, with diarrhea. But of them all, he looked as if he had the best chance of survival.

And he didn’t make it. And I don’t understand.

As our bus pulled up to the rescue center where the ceremony would be, so did the van. I didn’t expect to see the van. But it was a good thing. It brought more babies rescued.

I watched. There was an urgency to get the four new babies into the center. To give them the best chance of survival. A chance of hope for life. Out of the 17 babies rescued in just a couple of days were were there, 3 did not make it.

We were all there to say good-bye to one of them.

And I don’t understand it, and I don’t think I ever will.

But I understand this. The need is great, and lifetimes could be spent rescuing babies, and there still would be more babies to rescue.

I understand this. I am only one, and I cannot save them all. But just because I cannot do everything, doesn’t mean I should do nothing. Just because I think the part I offer is small, doesn’t mean I should withhold it. All I can do is offer what is in my hands. All I can do is my part.

And I held one of the new babies that came in that day. Holding that new life was the moment I knew I had become part of the rescue. That was the moment I knew the rescue had become part of me. That was the moment I knew my life would never be the same. That was the moment I knew I could never live my life the same.

And I was caught up in those moments, and my heart and life is caught up in them. I was undone, and those moments are still undoing. I can barely form the words as my heart is cut straight through, and I can only feel deeply the story that cannot be uttered — only poured out through tears. There is still a story to tell, and I am going to do my best keep telling it. I must. This is my part, and still only part.

And “joining the rescue,” that’s really what it means — doing our part.

Our Fear for His Favor

 It’s Rescue Wednesday and I have another guest post from Lauren! Two months ago, Lauren and I were together on a frightening canoe ride across a raging river. Fear gripped us both, but what was waiting on the other side drove us on … 

The pastor of our local church, Kerry Willis, wrote a small daily advent devotional book for our congregation this year. The December 2nd entry had me as soon as my eyes scanned the title: Exchanging Our Fear for His Favor.

I’m a woman well acquainted with fear. I battle daily to say no to fear and say yes to trust. So I’m usually open to some encouragement in the area.

In the devotional, Pastor Kerry, or PK, as we call him, writes about two different responses to the angel’s crazy, surprise announcement of impending birth. To the virgin Mary, the angel says, “Do not be afraid, Mary, you have found favor with God.” She immediately lets go of the fear and embraces the gift, even though it doesn’t make sense, even though it’s crazy.

But Zechariah, upon hearing news of his older-in-age wife’s pregnancy with John the Baptist, responds with immediate doubt. Zechariah was then struck with silence until the birth of his son because of his doubt-filled, disapproving response.

Sometimes I think we humans get worked up about “hearing the voice of God.” We’re not all met with angelic encounters like Mary’s and Zechariah’s. We question if we’ve heard Him correctly, if He’s asking us to go there or stay here, to do this or forget that.

It reminds me of Elijah’s encounter with God in 1 Kings 19. He goes to the mountain to meet with God:

Then a great and powerful wind tore the mountains apart and shattered the rocks before the Lord, but the Lord was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake. After the earthquake came a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire. And after the fire came a gentle whisper. When Elijah heard it, he pulled his cloak over his face and went out and stood at the mouth of the cave.

God does not always come to us in loud, trumpeting voices, or divine dreams. Sometimes, we have to get quiet and still, and really listen to the whisper. When we crowd our life full of stuff, full of noise from the television and the internet and the iphone, it’s hard to hear the whisper.

In October, I jumped in a canoe in Guatemala to cross a contaminated river. On the other side, mamas holding sick babies waited, scared, but maybe, with a little hope. In reflection of that day, I later penned these words:

In those moments, I lived alive.

From a girl who has battled her share of fear, crossing that contaminated river in an old boat to rescue dying babies on the other side, when fear could have crept in, instead, this:

If it capsizes and we drown here, I will have no regrets. I was risking almost nothing for them to gain everything. It was worth it.

There is a choice for us. When we quiet our hearts to hear the whisper, we can choose how to respond to God.

As PK writes, we can be overwhelmed, or overjoyed. We can cling to fear, or receive His favor.

When God speaks, let’s learn from the mom of Jesus an immediate and overflowing response of devotion. God forbid we should delay our faith like the overwhelmed dad of John the Baptist.” – Pastor Kerry Willis

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About Lauren
Lauren is a young(ish) mom of three, Jesus follower, wife of a youth pastor, coffee lover, proponent for all things fair trade + handmade, and a passionate advocate for the least of these. She writes about faith, motherhood, and justice at mercyINK blog. You can also connect with Lauren on twitter or facebook.

Enough

This week you are hearing from Michele again. Perhaps like her, you did not know about Operation Baby Rescue last year … but you know now. And knowledge forces us to answer some tough questions in life. With knowledge comes responsibility. But responsibility can provide some incredible opportunities and … hope! Hear how Michele answers the question, “What if in giving, someone else’s life might be saved?” 

Last year at this time, mostly all the Christmas presents had been bought. More stuff to add to our already abundant stash. While running out of ways to camouflage the gifts, and hiding places were filled to overflowing, I sat empty.

I know there has to be more, more than just consuming at Christmas, I thought.

I believe these words as Truth spoken from the One whom Christmas is about, “It is more blessed to give, than receive.” Yet for all my life, what has driven my heart more than giving at Christmas, is getting. Getting the best deals, the most popular toy, the latest in technology. Yet, in all that getting, it never quite seemed enough.

“What would be the reward for the person who knew the meaning of enough?…If we really understood the meaning of enough, we would choose to live very differently. We would use our resources to help more people instead of buying more things for ourselves. We would be satisfied with what we have instead of always wanting more. We would lead a very different life.”Awake by Noel Brewer Yeatts,

Different is what we decided. We prayed for a turning of hearts from asking, “What can we get?” to “What can we give?” We decided last year the money that would normally go to buying presents to add to our already robust lot, instead will be given to help someone in desperate need. We took the step as a family, and we took it in faith. Whatever the need that we are to fill, as a family, we sought God, and He believed He would lead us to it.

He has been faithful in leading, and now I must be faithful in the following.

Though I did not know about Operation Baby Rescue last holiday season when we told our children Christmas will be for Christ the following year. That by giving to others, we give to Him — Whom He loves becoming our priority. I know now.

Jesus came to give His life that ours might be saved.

This question sobers me now. What if in giving, someone else’s life might be saved?

Will you consider giving to help save a life? Will you join the rescue?

A Simple List

On this special “Rescue Wednesday,” we stop and give thanks because we have so much to be thankful for. But tomorrow as you gather with your family and friends, you have an opportunity to go a “step beyond thank you.” As you read this post from Lauren, you may not answer the question of why we are so richly blessed, but you will being to ask yourself a new question: Now what?

Give thanks to the Lord, because he is good.
His faithful love continues forever.
Who can speak enough about the mighty acts of the Lord?
Who can praise him as much as he should be praised?
Blessed are those who always do what is fair.
Blessed are those who keep doing what is right. (Psalm 106:1-3)

Our hearts are full as we prepare for a Day of Thanks. Preparations for cooking up turkey and mashing up potatoes. Groceries and cleaning and all the little things we do to get ready for the day when we gather to celebrate. We come together, grateful for each other, to be together and remember the simple blessings of food and family, much as they did that first Thanksgiving.

In our family each year, after we’ve eaten all the food we can handle, we go around the table and share something for which we are thankful. Usually people respond with a praise, something they are thankful that God has provided: a new home, a stable job, good friends, good food, and the like.

The list in my own heart is usually relatively simple:

Thank you, Lord, for family.

Thank you for three sweet children, healthy and full of joy.

Thank you for a safe home to call our own, a warm bed for each of us to rest.

For this lovely meal.

And for every meal, all the time, we never go hungry.

For these simple things, I give thanks.

This Thanksgiving, after my time in Guatemala just last month, I wonder what will stir in my heart as we give thanks around the table for the blessings.

I wonder if my seemingly “simple” list of thanks will look more like lavish, abundant, extravagant blessings. All of the simple, basic provisions that I thank God for, well, as it turns out, they aren’t so basic for many of our brothers and sisters around the globe.

Delmy and Lauren. photo by Michele-Lyn Ault

I wonder if my sweet friend, Delmy, were to celebrate at a big Thanksgiving feast, what she might give praise for.

What list of thanks would be on the heart of the young, 19 year old mom, whose little baby, Nelson, was rescued, but still didn’t make it?

What thanks can you give when you’ve lost everything, or simply have nothing at all?

I often become overwhelmed with the “why“. Why do we have so much, and our friends in the world have next to nothing? Where is the justice when I have all the food and clothing and shelter I need, and the rest of the world is struggling to survive the day?

As I’m thinking of my simple list of thanks this Thanksgiving, seeing the needs hasn’t necessarily changed my list, but I am learning to change the question. To change the why to the what. I will never understand why I am so richly blessed when much of the world is suffering. But the question now is what. What will I do with that which I’ve been given?

“When someone has been given much, much will be required in return; and when someone has been entrusted with much, even more will be required.” (Luke 12:48)

This year, as we give thanks, let us turn our hearts to heaven and go a step beyond saying “thank you”. Let’s turn to the One who gave everything and ask Him what we can give back in return.

You have been given so much, and now, you have a divine opportunity to give lavishly in return.

To sow into work that will last for eternity. To the rescue of little lives waiting for a chance.

Maybe, this Thanksgiving, someone will praise God because you gave.

Now that I’ve Seen

I am so excited to launch “Rescue Wednesday” on my blog. From now until the end of the year, each Wednesday I will have a special guest post from some of my friends and rescue advocates. Today you will hear from Lauren. We traveled to Guatemala just a few weeks ago and I fell in love with Lauren’s heart. I loved seeing these children and our cause through her fresh eyes. In some ways, she is an everyday wife and mom, doing the everyday wife and mom things. But, there is nothing ordinary about Lauren or her heart for the world. Take a peek at what she shares … it will have you singing a new song.

 

I used to joke that God made a little mistake when he didn’t bless me with a pretty singing voice. I love to sing. I’m the lady in the row behind you at church singing a little too loud, getting into that worship song a little too much. I love to belt my heart out to a powerful worship song.

Several years ago, I remember hearing a song with a strange name and some weird lyrics by Brooke Fraser, a singer/songwriter for Hillsong. I’m not sure why I never took the time to look into the meaning of the song, but I didn’t. It was one of those songs that clearly was telling a story, but I didn’t get it.

Just last week, the familiar song began playing on the internet radio station streaming on my computer. My ears perked. When it was finished, I did some digging on youtube to find the song, the real name of it, and the story behind that funny name.

‘Albertine’. That is the name of the song I had once written off as a little weird. But that name is the real name of a little girl in Rwanda, orphaned by the horrific genocide that swept the African nation in 1994. During a visit to the country, Brooke was introduced to a man who risked his life to save Albertine after her parents were slaughtered. The man begged Brooke to share the little girl’s story. To return to America and tell the world about Rwanda.

Brooke entitled her next album and its title track ‘Albertine.’ The words that arrest my heart, I understand so clearly now:

“Now that I have seen, I am responsible. Faith without deeds is dead.”

I have an Albertine.

His name is Jenri (pronounced “Henry”). He captured my heart for the first time nearly one month ago when I had the opportunity to travel with World Help and visit the Baby Rescue Center in Guatemala first hand. If you followed the World Help bloggers during that trip, you have probably read some of my posts about this little boy, who weighs just ten pounds at almost three years old.

As Noel describes in her book, Awake, the gravity of the needs around us is often so overwhelming, we just don’t know what to do, and instead we become frozen and do nothing. But ultimately, I believe, once we know, we are responsible.

And for me, now that I have seen it all face to face, the responsibility weighs heavier on my shoulders.

I am on a plane across a distant sea
But I carry you in me…

…I will tell the world, I will tell them where I’ve been

I will keep my word
I will tell them Albertine

I am on a stage, a thousand eyes on me
I will tell them, Albertine
I will tell them, Albertine (2006, Brooke Fraser)

Each of us has been given a stage and a voice to sing.

I may have missed out on the gift of a beautiful singing voice, but these days, I tell Jenri’s story to anyone who will listen. Not just Jenri’s, but the story of hundreds of babies, fighting for life, waiting for rescue. It may not be to an audience of 1,000 captive fans, like Brooke’s, but each heart that hears is another life that can enter the story.

Operation Baby Rescue has a goal to fund 1,000 rescues by the end of the year. They cannot do it alone.

Will you join them? Will you enter the beautiful song of rescue and redemption, using your voice to sing the story to your world?