Today I am so excited to introduce you to, Dustin Murray, a young man who is a teacher, leader, pastor, friend, mentor but most of all a daddy that does things right. He is also one that shares his love for The Word every chance he gets and with anyone that will listen. (If you ever get get a chance to hear him speak, He will make you want to hear more and live differently)
Me Veniste a Rescatar
Enraptured, the angelic choir of Honduran orphans rang forth praise sweeter than honey. Their song was the sound of divine hope, emerging from battles waged in the depths of inglorious trenches. Rape, murder, incest, abandonment, death… story after story. Their voices rested somewhere between lament and triumph- a pleading yet restful cry for the warm and secure embrace of a faithful Father. Their lives bore witness to unspeakable wounds and blackened bruises, often at the hands of the very ones entrusted with their care before arriving at the orphanage. Yet they sang their song heavenward. Their declaration:
They sang a song I knew so well- in a language I knew so little- to a God we together loved. Me veniste a rescatar (you came to my rescue)… ” and I want to be where You are.” Such a simple plea bearing the fruit of a miraculous rescue. But even in rescue, pain often remains. Hurt lingers and questions echo within our souls. The physical gives way to the emotional and spiritual torrent of time. So it is here- the emotional, mental, and spiritual sides of us- that the deepest roots must be tenderly caressed by the hands of God.
In time and in Christ, with tear-drenched prayers and scripture-saturated minds, wounds become scars. Scars then, are wounds that have externally healed. While some scars are dark canyons within a soul- each bears witness in reminding us that there is a Healer. Only the light of Christ can illuminate the shadows of these darkest valleys. Only the light of Christ is bright enough to let us see our reason to sing. We see it most clearly in the pages of scripture- word after inspired word. Oh, the hope that awaits us in Christ (Revelation 21:3)! Oh, the confidence of knowing that our God works all things- yes, all things- together for our good and His glory, to mold us into Christ-exalting image bearers (Romans 8:28-29)!
While life’s deepest pits often feast upon the faith and joy of our brothers and sisters in Christ, let us pray for, encourage, and sing with one another as we press into the unhindered delight of reminiscing our chains laid waste in the shade of the cross. For sin- the only eternal bondage that can grip us has been obliterated. What shall separate us from the love of God?! With fearless confidence in the One whose tomb lies boastfully empty, let us carry the song of the redeemed into the darkest crags of a world awaiting the hope of the gospel. Let us go to those who have no song. In chorus, let the songs that well up from the depths of our abysmal canyons of pain echo into thunderous praise to our glorious God.
So, it is with our hope fixed on Christ that orphans and outcasts, black and white, rich and poor, tired and run-down, dead-to-living, ragamuffin sojourners, heirs and ambassadors of Christ- sing together with the midnight moon of the valley of the shadow of death staring us down. So as we march hand-in-hand to glory, awaiting the dawning of our white robes (Revelation 7: 9-10), let us each ask of God and sing in blissful harmony:
In my life, be lifted high
In our world, be lifted high
In our love, be lifted high.
Me veniste a rescatar.
Dustin is Christ follower, proud husband to Superwoman (Brittany), papa to four daughters in the estrogen circus, teacher, preacher, and runner. He has a passion for missions and leading others to use their gifts to serve others wherever they are.
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