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Dana and the Dishtowel: one (of several) perspectives on my trip to Guatemala.

The most commonplace activities, if done for Christ, through the Holy Spirit, are full of eternal significance. Every thought, all of your prayers, your smallest acts, though imperfect, become as fine linen that adorns you as Christ’s eternal bride. (Bible Study Fellowship, notes on Revelation)

The Food For the Hungry (https://www.facebook.com/foodforthehungry) work project at the remote mountain village school in Villa Hortencia,

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On one of the water runs, I slipped into the dark, cinderblock “kitchen” and made toward the filtered water dispenser. And there stood sweet Dana, one of the youngest members of our team.

“Hey there. What are you up to?” I asked, smiling.

She returned a shy grin. “Just drying dishes.”

With that, I nodded, waved a ‘see ya’ later’, collected the water bottles, and trudged back up the hill toward the school, kicking up a storm of Guatemalan dust.

I thought nothing of it, really. Until the Lord replayed the scene in my head again. And then again.

Dana. Quiet, unassuming. Bringing no attention to herself while performing the necessary and unglamorous task of drying the meal dishes.

I didn’t find her in full view of the other team members where her contribution could be seen, commented on, and photographed for social media posting.

The girl doesn’t even have a Facebook account.

And she wasn’t among those who volunteered in the medical clinic weighing babies or playing with the children

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Point is, I love that God sees the hands and feet of His bride with intimate eyes.

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“I see you. Your work has become fine linen suitable to adorn My bride.”

Who knows what other unassuming team members quietly served the Guatemalan community under the radar of man’s eye that week? Ah. God knows 🙂

You’ll not find pictures of Dana serving the Lord in the kitchen. They’re stored in my head and in the mind of God. And I, for one, will never look at a dishtowel in the same way again.

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