I had a great Mother’s Day weekend… I hope the Mom’s who are reading this had a great one as well!
I spent Friday night at Presbyterian College, where I had the privilege of preaching at their Baccalaureate Service. (Check it out at http://www.presby.edu/newsroom/baccalaureate-2012/) On Saturday I drove to Nashville, TN, to spend the rest of the weekend with my parents, and to celebrate Mother’s Day with my mother. What a treat!
I missed being in Roswell for our children’s musical, but I’ve heard incredible things about how well the musical went, in spite of the mishap with the riser. Make sure and congratulate Betsy Homer (our Director of Children’s Music) and our children when you see them!
I’m not sure what prompted the memory, but as I was driving home I was remembering the first time I met Zablon Kuria’s mother in Kenya. It was the summer of 2002, and a group of us were making our first trip to Zablon’s hometown of Nakuru, Kenya. At the time, Zablon was our church’s Facilities Manager. Since then, we’ve commissioned him as a missionary to build bridges between Kenya and the US. (http://www.rockbridgeministries.org/)
We were all nervous in that summer of 2002. 9/11 was still fresh in our minds, and things were still so unsettled that British Air was refusing to fly into Nairobi. We were strangers in a strange land, uncertain about what we would discover.
Zablon’s mother lived on a farm a number of miles out in the country, and our visit to her was one of the highlights of our trip. She spoke on Kikuyu, her native tribal language, and through a translator, she told us about when Zablon left to come to America four years earlier.
“I knew how dangerous it is in America,” she said. In our embarrassment, we realized that the tables were turned. She was perfectly comfortable in Kenya, but thought of America as this place to be feared. We, on the other hand, were still trying to convince ourselves that we would be safe in her country.
“I knew how dangerous it is in America, but I also knew that the God who watches over Zablon in Kenya would watch over him in America.” Then in her quiet voice, she said, “So I let him go.”
“The God who watches over Zablon in Kenya would watch over him in America.” What a powerful lesson from a woman from rural Kenya. It’s a lesson I hope I never forget. It’s a reminder I carry wherever I go… the God who watches over us today will watch over us wherever life takes us.
Sometimes it’s a mother who knows best!
Dr. Lane Alderman
Roswell Presbyterian Church
www.roswellpres.org
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