DON'T CRY FOR MOSES

I don’t cry that hard very often. It had been a challenging day of facing the hard facts of life in Mozambique, Africa.

Not having used a wood plane in a few years, Moses helped reacquaint me with its delicate function. He knew how to make the aromatic pine curl into a lacy pile on the floor. Amazing.

Moses, with only one leg and only one finger on his right hand, used a series of make-it-work body contortions to efficiently achieve his objective. Though his occasional groans of frustration were heard while performing some of carpentry’s more delicate maneuvers, his sweet spirit remained.

That day, two carpenters built a cabinet together. Moses said, “I’m a peasant” and lives in one of the poorest countries on earth. He must manipulate his bruised body through forced efforts in a daily physical grind. And there’s me. I’m engulfed in tears long after the work day has faded to night.

The thought is overwhelming, overpowering: “God you’ve been so amazingly merciful to me.” Why has God’s wide open flow of mercy flooded over my life?  Did Moses get a drip?    

The Bible says: “The LORD’S mercies, for they have no end; His tender mercies fail not. They are new every morning.” God’s words must be relevant for Moses. So what mercies flow in his life?

He has a job in a country with extreme unemployment, soon he will be married, he is gradually constructing a house, God has given him an artistic gift and most significant-- he has the mercy God offers to all. Moses is a follower of Jesus.

So the tears weren’t for Moses. This teary-eyed revelation granted me a refocusing of gratitude towards God.

May our merciful God bless you with your own revelation.