Sunday, November 05, 2006

IT'S PARTY TIME!

It's about 2 o’clock Sunday morning. The drums are still throbbing.

Across the street from our home here in Swaziland lives a witchdoctor. The people behind her are having a party.

Alcohol is flowing and more lives are being shortened by HIV/AIDS--and hell is shrieking its delight.

Coarse, joyless laughter disturbs the neighborhood.

The party was just starting about 2PM when we drove home from granddaughter Trinity's third birthday party at Ben and Sue's home.

How different the parties!

Trinity's friends--15 or 20 of the most beautiful little missionary children--were giggling and jumping in great delight. The joy of Jesus filled the place. Heaven rejoiced.

We adults looked on with joy and pride—and maybe one or two tears of thanks to God for our children. What promise these little ones hold!

Some if them will be world changers.

I hear the drums again. Hell-fillers are still groping for what their hollow souls cry out for but will never find in witchcraft and debauchery.

There was a second party tonight at Ben and Sue's house. A couple dozen missionaries from various churches met to praise and worship the One for whom the other party-goers's hearts crave.

By now the missionaries are home sleeping with the warm after-glow of God's presence in their hearts.

Shame and dread and hangovers await our neighbors when Sunday's sun comes up.

What a difference!

We have to--we must--introduce these neighbors to Jesus, the Difference-Maker!

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