An ocean of Ink

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One of my favorite memories as a mom was the January winter I spent in Moscow with my three youngest daughters delivering food, clothing and the gospel to children in orphanages and schools for over two weeks. Our team of other moms and dads, kids and teens, grandmas and grandpas, spent hours together every day riding through the streets of the frozen city. We admired miles of beautiful architecture, country roads lined with frosting coated trees and of course the iconic onion domes of churches grandly embellished with paint or simply standing in weathered wood.

An older gentleman on our team had come alone. His wife remained behind in Boston. He was rather quiet, enjoyed talking to our kids but came alive when he walked into the schools and orphanages. All the children, American and Russian, responded to his gentle grandfatherly kindness and affection.

His name has long been forgotten but what I have never forgotten is the day near the end of our time in Russia when he stood up in our bus, shyly took the microphone and began to sing to us. His rich deep baritone voice filled the bus with the words to “The Love of God,” a song I’m not sure I’d ever heard before. As he sang all three stanzas he became less aware of us and more aware of His audience of One. Emotion choked the last refrain,

Oh, love of God, how rich and pure!
How measureless and strong!
It shall forevermore endure—
The saints’ and angels’ song.

The apostle John wrote these words at the end of his gospel account: “And there are so many other things which Jesus did, which if they were written in detail, I suppose that even the world itself would not contain the books which were written.”

May the words of this hymn inspire you to reflect on the love of God which is beyond comprehension, and may you give Him abundant thanks.

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