Don’t take my word for it..

“Don’t take my word for it”

 

It’s one thing to learn the rules of a game;

. . . it’s another thing to play it.

It’s one thing to read a book about another culture;

. . . it’s another thing to befriend a person who lives in it.

It’s one thing to hear about God;

. . . it’s another thing to see him.

 

I pull up a chair at a table with a red-checkered tablecloth in a cafeteria that could have been anywhere.

 

Ellen opens up a fresh pack of UNO cards. It’s been years since I’ve played. Luis chats up some partners to join us.

 

Ellen deals the cards. Luis explains the rules in Spanish. And I try to communicate with Oscar as we play.

 

He speaks no English. I speak little Spanish.

But somehow just being together is enough. We point. We laugh. We are friends.

 

Later, Roberto joins us. He speaks English, hallelujah! And he knows how to use it. He used to be a tour guide so he learned to speak five languages.

 

He asks me what I think about Jesus. He asks if I have a Bible. When I tell him it’s on my phone, he throws his hands up in despair and says, “Technology!”

 

He asks if I have a testimony. He advises me to learn it in Spanish.

 

He says I should practice my Spanish frequently with Spanish-speakers. He drills me in a few phrases (which I promptly forget, ugh).

 

He gives me advice I might could read anywhere, but instead, I’m getting it straight from this 80-year-old gentleman. So I strain to listen in this grandpas’ house on a rainy Saturday afternoon in September in Guatemala.

Being present makes the difference.

 

It’s one thing to see a picture of Roberto,

. . . but it’s another thing entirely to meet him in person.

 

I want to be all here for the message God wants to give me.

 

A day earlier at Potter’s House, Brenda reads Jeremiah 18:1-6. She explains that God told Jeremiah to go to the potter’s house because it was there that God would let him hear his words.

 

Jeremiah 18:1  The word that came to Jeremiah from the LORD:

:2  “Arise, and go down to the potter’s house, and there I will let you hear my words.”

:3  So I went down to the potter’s house, and there he was working at his wheel.

:4  And the vessel he was making of clay was spoiled in the potter’s hand, and he reworked it into another vessel, as it seemed good to the potter to do.

:5  Then the word of the LORD came to me:

:6  “O house of Israel, can I not do with you as this potter has done? declares the LORD. Behold, like the clay in the potter’s hand, so are you in my hand, O house of Israel.”

 

Jeremiah showed up.

And so did the Lord.

 

Sometimes I need to:

. . . See it for myself

. . . Listen to it for myself

. . . Feel it for myself

 

 

When I saw and listened and touched Ricardo that afternoon, I also saw and listened and touched a new side of God. I heard new words that God had for me.

 

He could have given them to me another way, place, or time.

 

But he chose that country. That hour. That voice.

 

I still don’t understand God’s whole message, but maybe I understand more now than I did before.

 

And because of that, I’ll keep showing up. Because I want to know more. First-hand.