“‘Roll
the stone aside,’ Jesus told them. But Martha, the dead man’s sister,
protested, ‘Lord, he has been dead for four days. The smell will be
terrible.'”
~John 11:39
NLT
For all of those
who are unacquainted with an African ‘squatty potty’, the smell is terrible.
For all who haven’t gone the last week in the Ugandan sun without showering,
trust me when I tell you, the smell is terrible. For all who have been broken
down by God, had Jesus move some serious stones in some stony hearts, bring
forth the dead things to breathe life into them, we can say together, it smells
terrible.
It’s not even
the kind of terrible that you can plug your nose and breathe through your mouth
to avoid. No, it’s the kind of smell that makes your whole body feel dirty,
makes you keel over and pray that somebody would come and for the love of God,
take that smell away. The smell of death being brought to light to be brought
to life.
My hope in
writing this blog is that everybody who reads this would pray for this awful
stench to cover our team and to cover the places we minister in. That we could
all join together in prayer that stones would be moved in our hearts, in our
team, in Mbarara, in Kampala, in Uganda and Kenya and Tanzania and Africa as a
whole. That death and darkness might be revealed so that the Spirit of God
might enter.
“…because the
darkness is passing away and the true light is already shining.”
~1 John 2:8b
ESV
