I do not think there are many words to express the beauty and magnificence of Morocco, nor can it be fully explained to someone who has not seen or experienced it for themselves. I do however believe words have a lot of power when it is used in the right way. Words can change even the smallest perspective and I believe we are the ones who can say them. I will attempt to give you but a glimpse of what I experienced here, not only of God's love for us but His adoration for the people who have not yet heard His beautiful name.
Morocco is not a very welcoming place for people who love Jesus,nor do her authorities encourage sharing this redeeming love to those who so desperately need it. We as foreigners of this land are allowed to live out our faith but is faced with an ultimatum of consequence when we invite others to be followers of Jesus as well. It was in Tangier, in the confines of four walls where I learned Jesus does not motivate our faith with ultimatums, but pursues us with an ardent love.
I experienced His presence in so many different places and it was in those places I found proof of His love for us, even those who do not know His name. He opened my eyes to perceive splendor and beauty , wooing and spoiling me with the beauty of everything Morocco has to offer. Morocco did not always look nice. She looked like art. Art isn't supposed to look nice it is supposed to make you feel something. And boy did I feel something.
God uses inexplicable events and things in our lives to point us towards Him and calls us to point others towards Him as well. We all received an invitation to experience God's forgiving and redeeming love. We receive this invitation everyday when we wake up to live a life of wonder and amazement. It comes to us in a sunrise, the sound of birds singing, from pearl blue corridors and alley ways in Chefchaouen or even the smell of freshly brewed mint tea coming from the kitchen. We are invited to participate in this journey of faith and love and experience it with all it's breathtaking glory.
Unfortunately there are some who reject this invitation and some get denied the chance to receive it. These people will in fact never get the opportunity to accept this invitation if there are no workers to bring it to them. We are the workers. He wants us to go to unreached places in our own country and those stretching outside of it. He wants everyone to receive this invitation and to experience His redeeming love and to bask in it. Nobody deserves to hear of this love twice if there are people who have not heard it even once.
In my time here I have experienced anew how God pursues us every single minute of the day. He delights in me, He delights in you. He loves us with an everlasting love. This love made Him go to the grave so that we can be with Him forever. He will do everything in His power to show us how much He loves us.
I have experienced His love in more ways than one and know once again how much the cross means to me. In a way I am Elizabeth Bennet thanking Darcy, in this case Jesus, again and again for the generous compassion which induced Him to take so much trouble and bare so many mortifications, for the sake of those He loves. And He, my beautiful Jesus, so thoughtfully replying: "Surely you must know, IT WAS ALL FOR YOU."
My beautiful Jesus, When did I fall so deeply under your spell? I cannot fix the hour or the spot or the look or the words which laid the foundation, I was in the middle before I knew I’d began.
Your love has won me forever
Selah
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