We started our morning tucked in the back office of a school in a community in Dhaka to spend some time together in devotions. We read 1 Corinthians 13, the “love chapter.” A passage that is read so often it is tempting to tune it out.
“If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels but have not love, I am a noisy gong or clanging symbol. And if I have prophetic powers, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but have not love, then I am nothing. If I give away all that I have, and deliver my body to be burned but have not love, I gain nothing. Love is patient. Love is kind. Love does not envy or boast. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never ends. As for prophecies, they will pass away; as for tongues, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when the perfect comes, the partial will pass away. When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I gave up the childish ways. For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall now fully, even as I have been fully known. And now these three remain: faith, hope, and love. But the greatest of these is love.”
But reading it here, in Bangladesh, the words I know so well sounded different. Different because the scriptures were read in Bangla. And different because those words are what this trip is about. This trip is an expedition in 1 Corinthians 13. This trip is an expedition in faith, in hope, and in love.
Faith. FH has been in Bangladesh since 1972. What started as a relief effort to get rice to starving Bangladeshis amid a revolution, has evolved over the last 40 years. A vision of FH’s faithful founder Larry Ward who wouldn’t let the overwhelming need deter him, “they die one at a time, so we help them one at a time,” has grown. Mountains have been moved. Lifes have been changed. In Bangladesh alone, the organization provides agricultural training; health, hygiene, and clean water programs; pastoral training; income generating groups; and education initiatives. All funded through child sponsorship.
Hope. FH has been in the community we visited today since 1981. What was once a slum perched on a garbage dump has evolved into a beacon of hope. Its cornerstone, a self-sufficient school operated by former-FH-sponsor-kids like Sirajul, Menohad, Josef, and Esa. Their former teacher, Rony, now works on the FH Bangladesh executive team. And he beams as he shares how the young men he taught inspire him. They inspire me too. They glisten with hope.
The kids they instruct shimmer with it too. {I suspect if I found my way back here in 10 years I would meet a new generation of former-FH-sponsor-kids continuing the tradition of teaching the kids in their community.}
Love. As Logan pointed so eloquently shared this morning during our dive into 1 Corinthians 13, “while faith and hope are something that we have, love is something we can give.”
And gave it we did.
Today love broke down common barriers…citizenship, religion, language.
Today love was dolled out in heaps.
And today love left us all full.
If you want to love on these kids, these communities, you can. It only costs $32 a month to sponsor a child. Through your sponsorship, you will help Food for the Hungry assist your child’s entire community to provide food, a better education, clean water and medical treatment to its children. Go here to sponsor a child in Bangladesh.
Go here to read the posts from the bloggers on this trip with me.
Please note: I reserve the right to delete comments that are offensive or off-topic.