Mark and Lori Berry |
JUNTOS "Together" |
Update April 20, 2009 |
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Warmest greetings to each of you in Christ! We pray that you are well and growing strong in the grace that is in Christ Jesus (2 Tim. 2:1). In the parable of the sower (Matt. 13:3-8), Jesus speaks of four types of soil that the sower's seeds fall into. Some seed falls on the hard path and the birds eat it up before it can produce anything. Other seed falls on the rocky, shallow ground and springs up quick, but withers in the sun for lack of roots. Still other seed falls among thorns, and while there's depth of soil for it to grow, once it does it's choked out above ground by the thorns which steal the sun and water from the emerging plant so it likewise perishes. Of course the last type of soil is the good soil, where the seed grows roots and fruits many hundred fold. My Mom sent me some wildflower seeds from back home to plant in our back yard. I sowed them in a little 5' x 5' patch of prepared dirt near the back door, anxious to experience the wonderful colors they would bring to our desert back yard. The last time I planted them, a couple of years ago, it went well after I realized I needed to water them every day or else the sun just baked the ground and the birds would come and eat them up, sitting on top of the rock hard, dry ground. So this time I watered every day. But a new problem emerged: weeds. They grew faster than the little flowers could and quickly choked them out. As of this writing I'm trying again, watering and in my very limited spare time, trying to keep up with the weeds, pulling them as they grow in a race to keep the flowers from getting choked out yet again. I was frustrated when my flowers got choked out. Last time it seemed easy. Sow and water and boom: bright colored flowers all over the back yard. Very encouraging to come home to sometimes when most of your time is spent in the asphalt jungle. Not this year. This year I come home to weeds. I don't like weeds. Hard, dry ground is bad enough. But hard dry ground with weeds too. Worse. On March 21 of this year we entered our 8th year here in Lima. On June 3 our church plant in Salamanca will complete its second year. Lori and I have come to the conclusion that God has called us to a country whose spiritual soil is very hard, lots of birds, abundance of weeds and thorns, and the sun scorches it constantly. We've also discovered something else. The seed is the word, but the sower can't be separated from the seed. The sower feels the scorching heat, but keeps sowing. The sower's legs get cut by the thorns, but keeps sowing. The sower's toe gets stubbed on the rocky ground, but keeps sowing. The sower's feet ache at the end of the day from walking the hard ground, but he gets up the next day to meet the scorching sun, and keep sowing. How does he not fall into kicking the dirt in frustration, or cursing the sun for its heat, shaking his fist heavenward? How does he not quit? The will to live drives him on. He must plant because he must eat and feed his family, so he must keep working the ground, no matter how hard it is. After 7 years of working the hard ground, we've grown accustomed to the temptation to want to quit. But we want to live too much to give that temptation much thought. And what is living? Paul put it best in Philippians 1:21: "to live is Christ". We know our life is found in Christ. More Christ means more life. And Christ has called us to live in Him, in Peru. We want to live. Really live. And Lima is where Christ has appointed for us to really live. So how do you deal with the sense of futility that comes from sowing in such hard ground? I think we are learning a secret, and I wanted to share it with you. It is at the same time simple and immensely difficult: let the hard, thorny ground serve you, by letting it humble your hard, thorny heart. In this way your enemy (the hard ground) becomes your friend, helping you see your need for Jesus and unwittingly enabling you, by grace, to have more of him, and thus, live. The will to live. Do you have it? Does it drive you on? We only really live when our roots are going deeper in the soil of the love of Christ, and the Father's method for training sowers is to break them on the unyielding hard ground, so he can then use them. He wants an army of sowers, for hard labor in the harvest fields, but he doesn't want the strong, strapping types. He wants the gentle, tender, humble types. Will you pray for Lori and me, that our trials would tender us and make us more aware of our own hardness, our own pride, our own need for grace, and would be used by the Father to make us humble like the Son of Man? Please pray for us. We want to really live.
Please thank the Lord with us for these things:
Please pray for us too for these things:
Updates on prayer requests: Once again, thank you for standing with us in prayer. With much love in Christ, Mark and Lori, Emmett, Anna, Taylor, Abigail and Hadassah
P.S. I've changed the names of the folks I'm telling you a little about, to better guard their privacy. FYI.
- April 20, 2009 |
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