The sun is just rising above the mountains that surround Kathmandu, Nepal and I’m enjoying the cool temperatures and beautiful view with a cup of Nepali tea while meditating on Psalm 130 by reading it again and again and listening to a beautiful arrangement of the psalm.
The Psalm makes much of the depth of God’s mercy. In the face of humanity’s astounding willful rebellion, God has made a way for a holy God and sinful people to be reconciled through Jesus. I’m reflecting on the countless ways I’ve seen the depth of His mercy in the face of my sin. How can I not agree with the Psalmist—“if you would count everything that I’ve done wrong, who could stand?”
“But with you there is forgiveness (v.4).” For the soul aware of their sinfulness these words practically spring from the page with life-giving hope. Because of Jesus, He doesn’t count my sins against me!
“O praise Him, hallelujah, my Delight and my Reward; Everlasting, never failing, my Redeemer, my God” (Psalm 62).
Mercy in Kathmandu
I’ve seen worship-inducing evidences of deep mercy the last few days as I’ve spent time with my brothers serving as pastors here in Nepal. In the face of overwhelming opposition, seemingly endless hostility, and Hindu fervor at every turn, these men are heralding the rich mercy of the one true God. How do they persevere when things seem so bleak (Nepal is less than half a percent Christian)?
They are merciful because they have been shown mercy (Matt. 5:7).
One brother was a witch doctor known throughout the region for his healing powers. One day he contracted an illness that he couldn’t heal and threatened to heal his life. He healed others, but he couldn’t heal himself. A merciful Savior, who knows our frame, used this to bring him to Christians and then to Jesus. Mercy.
When another brother was 8 months old, he was dropped in a fire that severely burned his face and body and caused him to lose an arm. He now pastors a church in the mountains near the border of China, and he and his wife recently had their first baby—a girl—with a face so beautiful it took my breath away. Mercy.
Several of the other brothers have fathers who served as Hindu priests—or they themselves used to be Hindu priests. Some used to do animal sacrifices, another even human sacrifice. Now their sacrifice is a broken and contrite spirit. Mercy.
As the sun rises on the 10/40 window this morning, there is new mercy. This mercy is resounding across the lands. It is breaking barriers, shattering opposition, and working astounding miracles of new birth. We shared it with our Hindu cab driver last night. Even as I type this, a pastor friend from Iowa is sharing it with a Nepali man over tea. We who have tasted of the sweet mercy of Jesus, and every day experience it’s newfound depths, how can we not freely, eagerly, joyfully, confidently, winsomely, brokenly share the good news: “you were dead in your sins…but God, who is rich in mercy…”
A wonderful, merciful Savior has mercy for all.