From the time I was a small child I have hated taking the position of observer in a situation. For instance, I vividly remember a time when I went to “watch” my sister and some other older children go rock climbing. By the time the day was up, I had managed to get myself in a position to climb up and down the rock (even though I was wearing church shoes and a dress). Point is, when given a choice I almost always chose the position of doing rather than observing. I love getting my hands dirty.
Yesterday, however, as a small subset of our group left the
day filled of activity at Dar El Alwad, we entered into this role of
observers. The day began first by visiting
the seminary and attending a chapel service where we listened as Arabic songs
were sung and as a monk recounted his testimony and call into ministry. This
time was quickly followed by going to SKILD and observing how staff
interacted and worked with the children with individual learning
differences. That again was quickly
followed by a luncheon where we were able to hear of the testimony of
ministries happen all over Lebanon and Syria.
This lunch was followed by observing speech therapy and motor therapy
sessions.
As you can imagine, when first embarking on this day of
observation I was fairly uncomfortable and antsy. I so desperately wanted to know and be able
to sing the Arabic words that were sung and I wanted to enter into the French
game on “s” and “z” sounds. However, as
the day continued and as I settled into the role of observer, of listener, I
was reminder of what a blessing this position can be. You see, when you are constantly caught in
constantly doing you for get to stop and notice what else God is doing around
you, how He is very much present and working in lives outside of your own.
Yesterday, when I finally decided to listen I heard others
speak with passion of the work God was doing in and through ordinary lives here
in Lebanon. Some spoke of God’s faithfulness to bring
them into ministry, like the monk who spoke of a time of prayer that
transformed his heart into one burning for God or the director of SKILD who
spoke of feeling unfit for the position and then recounted the journey through
which God had placed her there anyways.
Some spoke of the miracles God is working, whether that is using the
prayers of a believer to work healing and reach the heart of a Muslim, or the
miracle of open doors to begin a work of children’s ministry among
refugees. Not only did I hear of God’s
working in the stories that were told, I saw it in the worked I observed. I saw it in the miracle of skilled even
existing to begin with and in the passionate and patient work of each staff
member there.
This observation was like the refreshing of my soul. For in seeing God working, so far beyond
human capability I was reminded that really my role is almost always partially
one of observer. God is the one working
the miracles. What a blessing to observe
and stand in awe of Him.
“Let the whole earth fear the Lord, let all who dwell in the
world stand in awe of Him.” Ps 33:8
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