God Doesn’t Allow Us to See the Future
From One Christian to Another…
God doesn’t allow us to see the future, except our general future with Him in eternity. We do know the end of the story in Revelations. We do know Jesus is coming again one day. But the rest of our life span is a mystery until we live it. Only by looking back is it possible to see God’s hand. In fact, the New Testament was written in hindsight, after Jesus’ Ascension.
I Have a Lot to Look Back On
I am a 74-year-old widow so there’s a lot of life to look back on, and a lot of twists and turns along the way. How could I have ever dreamed as an Ohio farm girl in the 1960s that I would one day marry my professor who was an African chief? That I would one day visit and later live in his remote village in Liberia, West Africa? That I would become the “chief’s wife?” And yet, that all happened. And God used it to spread the Gospel as we did lay missionary work in his village. God used my husband to bring our division of the Lutheran Church to Liberia.
God Brought Me Through So Many Crises
I can look back now and see how God brought me through so many crises and so many uncertainties – being interracially and interculturally married in the 1960s, raising three biracial boys, living in Liberia, losing my beloved husband, the greatest crisis, and having my home destroyed by Hurricane Irma. And so many more, it’s hard to name them.
We Know We Belong to the Lord
I’m sure if you are around my age, you have an equal number of stories of how God has preserved and carried you through the years. And now we older ones are essentially on our way to “going home.” There’s a lot of uncertainty about death and at the same time, certainty. We don’t know what death will be like, but we know we belong to the Lord. And He will carry us through this as He’s carried us in the past.
To Him be all of our gratitude. And to Him be the glory!
Blessings on your journey of faith, anita
Beyond Myself: The Farm Girl & the African Chief
I describe my journey of faith in my memoir of my love story. During the 1960s, I married my anthropology professor who was a hereditary African Chief of the Mende tribe in West Africa. This led me to visit Africa a number of times and live in his remote village for a year with our 3 boys doing lay missionary work. I certainly didn’t do things perfectly. And yet, the Lord has been so gracious in my life! I can only praise and thank Him!