Help is being sent for problems ongoing and seemingly unnoticed by the world at large for a decade. I'm infused with hope. This land I call my home frequently goes unnoticed.
I've heard it called lots of different names this week:
Really people? Forgotten?
Maybe Congo is forgotten by some, but it is cherished by others.
She is the size of Western Europe! Forgotten?
She is certainly not forgotten, unnoticed or isolated from Him who spoke this breathtaking, wild country into existence.
He knows it all.
Every nook and cranny.
Every beautiful smile.
Congo is not isolated from God.
It is fully KNOWN.
Isn't that just where we are?
Rugged, wild ; feeling isolated and forgotten.
But we don't have to be defined by any of those words.
He sees us in our sin.
He pays for it "while we were still sinners",
draws us in our ugliness near,
and loves us.
As Matthew Henry says, "No other such an instance of love is known."
That is as fully un-isolated as you can get.