That’s where we are now. But that’s not where we were this morning. This morning, we were at the last day of the Lucas house, wrapping plastic around mattresses, eating pizza, and cajoling couches up the stairs. Don’t scratch the paint!
God has called the Lucas family to discipleship. Very intentional, please-come-into-my-house, would-you-like-a-cup-of-coffee sort of discipleship. Following after the example of Jesus living day-to-day life with His disciples.
Discipleship gets a little harder when your disciples betray you. Especially when you’re moving houses. Even more especially when you’re moving out of a house without knowing where you’re going to move in. Even much more especially when you’re battling cancer. Which is what Kathy (Mrs. Lucas) is fighting right now. What Mark (Mr. Lucas) is struggling to understand. What Connie (Miss Lucas) is seeking Jesus’ face in the midst of.
Dear God, bless the Lucas’s.
They were a blessing to us. We tried, like kindergartners explaining calculus, to give a word, a prayer, a song. Something to comfort the comfortless. Something to try to make sense of the un-sensible. I don’t know that we really succeeded.
But God the Father saw the intention of our hearts and decided to bless us in return. He says He owns the cattle on a thousand hills. I figure that means He owns all the cows in Rwanda. Maybe more. It’s only been three days on the road for us, and we’ve already seen Him share His cows with us. We’re looking forward to seeing Him send more. We’re looking forward to seeing cows rain.
(Staggered, left to right: Lisa, Teri, Erin - Happy birthday!! - me, Connie, Lily, Kathy, Mark)
