In the midst of a challenging year for all of us worldwide, we at IDEAS are continually moved by the good God is doing through our Associates, projects, and partners around the world.
I have heard that people near the end of their lives often have regrets. What they regret is what surprises me. Those who are dying don’t nearly regret the things they had done as much as the things they hadn’t done. In spite of regretting their mess-ups in life, they regretted even more the things they never tried.
(The following post was written by one of our Associate families living in Beirut, Lebanon. This is their update to their friends and family immediately following the explosions in Beirut on August 4, 2020.)
We had just prepared our letter to loved ones in America. Corona is spreading everywhere, I wrote, but we are on lockdown, and perhaps safer here than we would be in the States. We have money, food, and good relations with neighbors. We plan to stick it out here.
Delicately my friend sets a well-used plastic shopping bag in front of us on the floor. We’ve been sitting for a while on a piece of folded old carpet and drinking strong tea out of miniature glasses. The plastic bag is stuffed with old photographs.
Wearily, his mom leaves the family’s one-room home at the bottom of the apartment building to walk to the store. Her preteen son quietly sneaks out the door and peeks around the building corner to make sure that his mother is not turning back for something she forgot. He already knows that his father is away.
Lebanon is a small country, and I used to live on the outskirts of Beirut, which is overpopulated. People were friendly and curious about others, especially when their new neighbor was the only Asian-American in that area.
With thumb and forefinger she wipes the tears welling up in her eyes. . .
Recently, during a meeting with the staff of a local organization we work with here in Lebanon, we were reminded that sometimes miracles take time.