MISSION IN THE EDGES

When we go to the edges of the city, when we go to the slums we see children. We see eyes that pierce and cut our numb hearts deep with the reality that this place they call home should not be…humans live here. We are irrevocably disturbed, with few answers, left with a persistent and yet healthy desperation for God to speak and act in these edges.
The last service at Cainta we attended we worshiped outside because the community center (that the church gave to the community) was being used for a funeral parlor. Inside the small building laid a casket containing the remains of a young mother, murdered, strangled by her husband. As we worshiped just outside she was a testimony of why Jesus must be brought to the edges. She reminded us why time is urgent and why we ask for God’s kingdom to come. It’s for her and her child…and even her husband that we offer the kingdom of God. May God’s reign be established in the edges of our world.