we were sitting in her tent,
for five years she’d lived
away from the land she
had known as home
fleeing war-torn Syria,
she lives in the camp
in the valley of Mt. Lebanon;
for sometime we enjoyed
one anothers company and
shared God’s love with her
sleeping babies in our
arms, sharing miracles of
our savior Jesus
both in the gospel and
in our own stories—
stories of deliverance
stories of forgiveness
stories of new life—
who were we to meet her
in this sorrow?
but who were we not to
share the hope
of the truth we
hold in our hearts;
what a privilege to
share Jesus with
our Muslim sister.
time continued to pass,
the Holy Spirit moving,
the soil of her heart
was prepared
for the Lord’s vicotry
and as the seeds fell
they fell in the soil
oh, what a celebration
when this Muslim refugee
accepted Christ as truth;
on a rainy Monday afternoon,
in a Syrian refugee camp
God made a way
as He does, again
and again and again
-Nov 12, 2018
