“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 the accomplishments in our lifetime are really not much unless those directions have come from our Heavenly Father. The importance of ‘His’ work is far greater than what this world holds as important.
As of this writing, Trinity HOPE has feeding programs in over 240 Christian schools throughout Haiti; a milestone that I never imagined would ever be reached in my lifetime. There are thousands of young Haitian missionaries attending these schools, waiting to take to Gospel message to the lost throughout their country; bringing hope to the hopeless.
The attached photo is of a rather large cemetery on a mountain top near Chincheron in the Arcahaie District. The bones of both vodou followers and also Christians are planted 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; back in the day, there were many more following the vodou priest than clinging to Christ.
Thank you so much for helping to feed those 240 schools and for following His directions to be a part of helping to provide over 52,000 daily meals that will help to prepare those children, those young missionaries, to share the Good News of a Risen Savior with the lost. Today, I’m going to 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!”
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