In the middle of this 800 acre farm, lying in the middle of the continent, life is so different. Very peaceful and quiet. I have not heard one horn honk since being here, I'm thinking of going out to the van to honk the horn just to make the kids feel at home. Here people take care of each other, they might not be super rich, but, they have what they need and they don't mind sharing. They treat others with respect and rarely turn their noses up at those who are down and out.
It's a great reminder of why we're in Miami in the first place, to take a little home town feel to the big city. We could very easily be swept up in being "do gooders" and applying for grants and government subsidies and depend on social services to help us feed the homeless, but, then we'll be beholden to do it the way the government has always done it (and failed at doing it). We would become instruments of the government and end up reaching the same people the government is reaching. All our time would end up being spent on filling out paperwork and counting people. The last time I checked, I didn't see any love in the midst of a grant proposal.
The steps we have taken and the ground we have gained has been nothing short of a miracle. Jesus loved us so much he laid down his life so we can truly live, and in turn we're in Miami for people that may have never experienced love before. One day, the'll turn their lives over to Jesus and maybe even become a miracle for someone else. What's weird is that it won't be a miracle because of anything they do, it'll be a result of Jesus' love in them.
No government program can emulate the love God has for us, it takes other people to embody that love and to emulate it. Love is the reason we're in Miami and very simply put, "God IS Love."
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