On the weekend there was a BSF retreat (the in depth global bible study I am a leader at), which brought together the 200+ leaders around NZ to connect, be encouraged, challenged and more. This was in tandem with the 4000+ that were gathered in Australia. At the very end of the final day the national anthem was sung and it didn’t take long for the tears to trickle down my cheeks as the words boomed around the Cole Theatre.
In my teens the national anthem was sung at church and again something in me stirred that saw the tears trickle down my cheeks. Now I do love doing life here in NZ, and I was born here and am a Kiwi through and through. But because of growing up overseas as a missionary kid and interacting with people from many nations I can’t profess to knowing much of NZ history or even knowing the anthem.
However those two times I’ve sang it the tears have flowed because there is an absolute wonder that is our anthem, long ago there was a desire for God be at the helm, yet sadly now with the morals and ways that is no longer. A stirring for this to be reality once again, for God to save those I mix with in all areas of life, for people to know the bible and live it out, for there to be a revival in hearts that have been stagnant or unresponsive. My own life to be purposed and used in His work and to get over my self and be done with the grappling and get on with the doing.
So this weekend as I stood in that room singing the anthem with the tears trickling down my cheeks, looking around there was a gratitude in my heart that God is working. There is a mix of burden and privilege at the path my God has called me to, and is establishing me all the more in.
I grew up in a Christian home and yet it wasn’t until I hit rock bottom through our journey that I discovered how little I knew of the bible, how mixed and uncertain my understanding of God’s character and ways were, how unsure I was at what was and what laid ahead. But in going to the in depth bible study, and finding a church that is solid in teaching I’ve seen God put the pieces of the puzzle together, and there is a deep desire in me for myself and others to know, love and live the Word of God out in such a tangible way.
This weekend as I stood there a bubbling up of surrender and excitement reached the tip of my head to the very smallest toe. I have been called and established to teach the Word of God and I count that a privilege, along with a sobering responsibility. I get to be part of God’s fingerprints in defending NZ, in reaching a nation that once was bent towards Him and now has gone so far the other way.
I wonder where God has called and placed you to be part of His fingerprints? There is not one of you that is not loved, called and gifted to live out the God moulded and chosen path. Those that are mums, nana’s and teachers have such an incredibly special post to pour into young ones in a day and age where it matters most. Those that are heading up companies and charging the way in the business world also have an amazing opportunity to lead with conviction and honour, with intentionality and care. Those that are standing in a store and selling goods to others have an amazing opportunity to extend a smile and warmth that counts, to assist those in purchasing what is required or that special outfit to remind someone they matter and are of worth. There is no lane that discounts us from being part of God’s tapestry in knowing, loving, living the Word of God in such a way that leaves an imprint that counts.
So where is God stirring your heart to first pursue Him and then to get on with it?