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Remembering El Salvador….

I never thought I’d go, and now I’m memorizing every face and every street in case I don’t get back, so I will not forget.

photo-2016-11-02-8-14-54-amThe bus climbed the green filigree mountain, up and over the winding road into Victoria’s town square. I marveled at how the driver magically maneuvered around each narrow street corner. We were living in a movie. We had entered an enchanted fairytale, surrounded by Spanish adobes, and ornamented arches with scrolled barred window frames. I felt like Lucy stepping through the wardrobe’s portal into the land of Narnia.

In Victoria, El Salvador
we found something better than a fantasy novel full of talking animals in a frozen forest. We met family in a tropical jungle of bamboo and bananas, oranges and lemons, flowers and chickens. We played with children and attempted to learn the women’s tortilla technique. We shared stories wrapped in two different languages, sweating under November’s heavy hot sun.

We built houses together, pointing, laughing, digging and pounding. We walked to tasty rice and bean breakfasts, and scrumptious Pupusa dinners in the yellow restaurant where San Salvador’s volcano can be seen smiling through the mist from the end of the street.

We prayed, and worshipped together bringing glory to the Father, and fire to our faith. We fell in love with kindred spirits and trusted when we had to tear ourselves away that one day we would meet again, whether here on earth or in eternity.

Gracias, Gracias, Gracias, to everyone of you. Many of your names are written in the Lamb’s book of life, and also on our hearts.

 

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The Faith Keeper Book Launch Video

 

[clickandtweet handle=”” hashtag=”” related=”” layout=”” position=””]“Love finds us, and calls us towards eternity, and when the going gets tough we want to quit[/clickandtweet]. The journey of faith stops in the middle for so many. Such is the condition of the fickle human heart. Much of my story shared here is from the middle years when all the colours of the world tried to paint love grey. The honeymoon stage of faith had faded, and my beliefs were challenged by the harsh realities around me. A Tsunami in Asia, and a letter from Africa were instrumental in stirring my spirit. A rescue prayer followed, and set in motion several unexpected, life altering events, which alerted me to the late hour in which I live. I was awakened from a seductive spell, to “surrender” to love once more.”

– From The Faith Keeper

Media Kit_Cindy Palin, The Faith Keeper

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Blessed Be The Lamb

blessed be the lamb picBLESSED BE THE LAMB

“Knowing you were not redeemed with perishable things like silver or gold from your futile way of life inherited from your forefathers, but with precious blood, as of a lamb unblemished and spotless, the blood of Christ. For he was foreknown before the foundation of the world, but has appeared in these last times for the sake of you who through him are believers in God, who raised him from the dead and gave him glory, so that your faith and hope are in God.”  1 Peter 1:18-21 NASB

Although I recorded this song back in 2000, it amazes me how it continues to speak, and give direction, and hope. No matter what I face from day to day, knowing there is someone who can identify with my struggles in every way, brings me comfort. Knowing [clickandtweet handle=”” hashtag=”” related=”” layout=”” position=””]I have a friend who has triumphed over death[/clickandtweet] brings me peace and joy beyond explanation. Reading God’s Word, and learning as to how he suffered, as a gentle perfect lamb, shows me how to endure hardships on this planet. Knowing He trusted God even when forsaken, I can trust him when my circumstances look bleak. Jesus knew his stay on earth would be short, but his sacrifice would last for all eternity. He is the Blessed Lamb, and I am blessed to be his child.

BLESSED BE THE LAMB

VERSE 1

What can man do unto my soul?

What can words take away?

Lift my eyes to the cross he chose,

this man bore my shame.

CHORUS

[clickandtweet handle=”” hashtag=”” related=”” layout=”” position=””]Blessed be the Lamb who died[/clickandtweet] and spoke not a word,

silently he bore my sorrow.

Blessed be the child who cries and hopes in the Lord

Eternity is their tomorrow.

VERSE 2

How can love live among such hate?

How will I carry on?

Look to him who endured such pain,

silent and strong.

CHORUS

Music and Lyrics by Cindy Palin ©2000