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Don’t you just hate stinking photobombers?
Jayde Taylor and Brooke Peris were taking a selfie to remember their game. And this intruder steps in uninvited in the background. Argh!!*@!
But WAIT A MINUTE! Who IS that photobomber? Look closely.
This is no ordinary prankster spoiling your memories. This is the Queen of England.
Jayde and Brooke weren’t at all miffed. Actually, it turned out to be the experience of a lifetime, the memory to never forget.
Has God ever photobombed your life? You thought you were alone, going through struggles, and then boom! you realized later that God was there in the background all the time. You got lifebombed by Royalty (as in, Divine Royalty).
I love the testimonies especially of former atheists who have come to Christ, weeping and falling in love with the Savior they thought didn’t exist.
I love it when it happens to me. God, you can photobomb my life any time You want.
We didn’t have money to buy instruments. But God raised up finances through the sale of candies (!). We didn’t have know-how to teach the kids to play them. But God sent us a trained band leader, who free-of-charge offered his service.
I stood in awe of what God did. The instruments came out of nothing. This man, patiently and expertly, taught each kid and then the group to coordinate. We got into the Guatemalan Independence Day parade and on national television with the message of Christ that first year, and we’ve been there ever since.
This video, which was taken of a practice run, is a bit rough around the edges. But I can’t help but feel warmed with joy to see what God does. I can still praise God. When He does something, our best efforts pale by comparison. The Liceo Bilingue La Puerta continues to glorify God.
Here’s Senior Joseph, who just graduated. He produced this short to sum up what was a long journey for him, a time of highs and lows, triumphs and despair. Somehow it all seems worthwhile afterwards, the pain, the late nights studying, football’s Hell week, and my English class.
It was the fountain, seen in the background as this young girl explains why she likes the Liceo Bilingüe La Puerta, the school I founded and worked for 14 years. Whew! What a labor of love!
As I think back now, it is almost hard to remember the blood, sweat and tears invested into this place. The fountain is symbolic, a splash of beauty and tranquility to crown more than a decade of untiring work.
The beauty heals. To see children still being ministered to, to see the school functioning as a safe place, to see kids be raised up in God’s gold standard, is rewarding.
Even if you don’t understand Spanish, I invite you to watch this video, in which the girl, unprompted, unscripted, shares naturally what flows from her heart.
“You know we just can´t pass by without stopping in to say Hi.
It is considered the height of rudeness in Guatemala to not dutifully greet EVERYONE. No being too busy.
So Dianna went in to see Surama, and I waited. Apparently the Holy Spirit took over. She asked Surama if she had spoken in her heavenly language lately. The question provoked panic which brought repentance. Surama, who had lived years as a deadened Christian, came alive with a vibrancy with which she is still serving Jesus. She works at the school I started.
When you serve Christ 24-7, you never know when God will use you. Now God is using Surama.
Then after posing with the most-coveted sports prize in the world, it was taken from them and locked away. Two previous cups have been stolen, and FIFA guards against further theft.
Germany’s name was carved on the base with “2014.” Germany only gets a gold-plated replica.
Such anticlimax exposes this world’s essential hollowness. Jesus warns that the treasures you store here can corrupt or get stolen. If not, you can’t take it with you when you die — even if you put it in your coffin — because you (your spirit) won’t be where your body is.
Jesus tells us to work for rewards in Heaven.
And the German squad? They have bragging rights. That might last them for their lifetime.
It has been four years since I was missionary in Guatemala. As the years pass, there are old dear friends still in the work — and they warm my heart. Then too, there are new friends, also a joy. The video is of Andrea, who shyly explained what she liked about the school, el Liceo Bilingue La Puerta, that I left working in Guatemala. I’m proud of her.
Four years ago, I was sent home from the mission field when criminals assaulted my family. Since kidnapping was likely subsequent to the assault, I realized God was sending me home. Today, I am supporting my mother church, the Lighthouse in Santa Monica.
From time to time, I visit the Guatemalan church and school. These are kids I labored 16 years for as a missionary. I hope their song warms your heart like it does mine.