Darrel and Gail Voth

Directors of Mobilization, Beautiful Feet Missionary Training and Sending, Choctaw, Oklahoma


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Learning to see and live beauty

So much is going through my brain and heart right now…

In Boot Camp, we’ve been learning about the love affair between ourselves (the bride) and our bridegroom (Jesus). We’ve been learning about what it means to follow Jesus and establish communities of the King. My mind, heart, vision and passion are being stretched and expanded further than I feel is possible at times, but God is at work here and within me, showing us how beautiful His life is, enticing us to allow Him to live this out through us.

After class Wednesday morning, we headed to Joe’s to work the evening shift. I tossed a football and played cards with someone with  whom a friendship is developing. A light breeze and beautiful skies made for a great evening at the end of another hot day. But there’s always so much going on at any given time in our little corner of Valley Brook.

People with low income have to work extra hard at things which should be simple, like hygiene tasks, transportation, food, and so much of everyday life that’s just hard because they live outside or have too few resources. The consequences of society’s selfishness falls heaviest on people in this type of situation. Gail and I both spent time listening and supporting how we could: a man who just needed to wash his shirt and freshen up; a lady who’s dealing with the consequences of a life of mistreatment; another lady in a similar position who keeps having things in life attempting to kick the legs out from under her; and then sharing in the pain of one of the people I’ve really grown to admire in the community… The image of God is so evident to me in this young man. He’s intelligent, discerning, compassionate… He’s also been dealt a great deal of pain and injustice in his life which pushed him to gang affiliation, violence, severe alcoholism, innumerable times in prison and an inability to grasp his own  value. The majority culture labels him gang member, murderer, recidivist… but he is none of those things. Yes, those are things he’s done, but they are not who he is. I desperately wish he could see this about himself.

Another injustice in his life involving someone he cares about, has riled up all the passions in him (and rightly so). The problem is, all he’s known is violence and he’s conditioned to either release it or drown it in alcohol. Tonight, he chose the bottle. He’s so  damaged from this endless cycle. It hurt to witness. It hurts all of us whether we realize it or not.

Later than night, as I was putting my youngest to bed, I read to him what happened to be the next story in The Jesus Storybook Bible. My eyes welled up as I read through it, having just seen firsthand tonight the great need for an invasion of the beauty of the coming age into the destruction of this present age as creation simultaneously declares His glory and groans for redemption…
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