Ephesians 3:20 (English Standard Version)
Every day I look out my large living room window from the eighth floor of my apartment building here in Bogotá. I can see the beautiful mountains rising just to the east of me. But what so often demands my attention is the incredible expanse of homes and apartments that are spread out all around me. And all of these are filled with people. There are around ten million people here, and most of them do not now Jesus Christ. They are lost. They work and play and raise families, but they are lost.
Any of us can (and should) meditate on the people who live around us. Bogotá is just one city – bigger than most and smaller than some. In my hometown of Richmond, VA I would get the same feeling walking through the city or around the mall. Lives going on all around me with no thought of Jesus Christ or their own need for a Savior – with no thought that they were fallen men and women created in the image of God.
And so I pray. But my prayers are so weak and dull and unbelieving. My faith is small. I just don’t really believe this verse – at least I don’t pray as if this were true. I get overwhelmed with the difficulty of lives really changing. I see the cultural and particular personal rebellions of myself and the people who live in my world; and I just think that the task of God redeeming this city or this country or this world is impossible.
But my Redeemer’s vision is much, much bigger than mine. He is not limited by my weakness and unbelief or the world’s sin. He has dealt with it all on a cross. He has lived and died and risen again so that he could redeem a people for himself. Nothing will stop him from accomplishing all that he desires. His vision for Bogotá or Richmond or Seattle or Tokyo or Washington is bigger than we can imagine. Our minds are just too small to conceive what the Creator of the Universe and the Redeemer of the human race has in mind.
As I look out my window sometimes I have a small glimpse of the vision of Jesus – some small apprehension of the mind of Christ, and I rejoice in the One who is able to do far more abundantly than all that we ask or think.
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