Collecting the stories of our students is the part of my job that most forces me to count my blessings. I say "force", but to be fair, their stories bring gratefulness upon me effortlessly.
I am just so thankful of God's gracious pursuit of us.
There might be lots of differences in our testimonies. I may have no dreams or witchdoctors or prophets in mine, like many in other parts of the world do. But each story captures the same image that is resounding in mine: Jesus with his arms outstretched in great love, in great sacrifice, waiting and ready and alive and well, from before we were born until today.
When there was NOTHING good, He was there. When everything was incredibly broken, He waited and met and healed. When there was nobody, there was Jesus. When there was no good plan, there was His. When the cycle of self and sin and death and destruction was begged to be broken, He broke in, Mighty.
Short of this amazing truth, I just don't now how in the world Kervens and his scrawny, beautiful self is with us today.
Surely the arm of the Lord is not too short to save.