My Mum… Riddled with arthritis and battling cancer, A faithful Missionary for The Lord.
We have been blessed to work in the Siaya GK Men’s Prison in Kenya.
God has stretched us to serve the unloved and forgotten.
We have come to realise… we are all sinners. Big and small, sin is sin.
The bible states that ‘Sin, is the transgression of the Law.’ 1 John 3:4
The 512 men of the prison are allowed no possessions. So, with the approach of Christmas, we wondered what we could give to each man as a gift. I remembered my Mum use to make a little woven cross in a pocket. It contained a very special poem about ‘Remembering’ our Lord.
I went to her and asked if she could still make them. She was unsure, but tried.
The result was that her fingers worked tirelessly day and night for 7 weeks. Her shoulder was in agony and her body deteriorated, but she had the goal in her heart and the mens faces before her.
Mum's favourite Hymn was 'People Need The Lord' by Greg Nelson and Phil McHugh. Every time I sang this hymn, she wept silently as her heart reached for all who came her way.
I remember the day I took this photo.
We proudly gathered the 536 messages of love that she had carefully hand crafted and went to the Post office.
They arrived in Kenya just in time and the men of the prison were given one each on Christmas Eve.
There was even enough to give each of the guards and the Prison officials one each also. Their faces shone with wonder of why someone would reach to them in such a personal way. Especially when they were told that they had been hand made by a dying woman on the other side of an ocean.
RIP Mum.
Someday, when our Lord returns, you will see the souls that are there, because of your gift of love.
The Cross in my Pocket.
I carry a cross in my pocket,
A simple reminder to me
Of the fact That I am a Christian,
No matter where I may be.
This little cross isn’t magic,
Nor is it a good luck charm.
It isn’t meant to protect me
From every physical harm.
It’s not for identification
For all the world to see.
It’s simply an understanding
Between my Saviour and me.
When I put my hand in my pocket
To bring out a coin or a key,
The cross is there to remind me
Of the price He paid for me.
It reminds me too, to be thankful
For my blessings every day,
And to strive to serve Him better
In all that I do or say.
It’s also a daily reminder
Of the peace and comfort I share
With all who know my Master
And give themselves to His care.
So, I carry a cross in my pocket
Reminding none but me
That Jesus Christ is Lord of my life,
If only I’ll let Him be.
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