Not home yet

2 Feb

The post is from Vicki the day before we left Peru. Sorry for the delay in posting!

I had one of those mom moments when I wanted to do what only God can do.  Revelation 7:17 says, “For the Lamb in the midst of the throne will be their shepherd, and he will guide them to springs of living water, and God will wipe away every tear from their eyes.”

I wanted to comfort my son and wipe his tears away.

What happened?

The teacher of the 18 fourth graders gave a very special Christmas/end of the school year gift to each of his students. Wait you say “Isn’t  the end of the school year normally in May?” Yes, in the northern hemisphere; but these fourth graders live in the southern hemisphere and they are only two days away from their summer vacations. Back to the gift… Did they deserve it? No, they had been a wild class. Especially the active boys who form the majority of the students. They would pester you, talk near you during formation which causes you to be in trouble with the school director so you are publicly humiliated in front of the entire student body, borrow pencils from you and forget to give them back and plead for you to give them your homework answers. But the very strict–he had to be to survive!–professor had wrapped 18 chocolate bars in special paper and presented one to each very excited and hungry student at the end of the day.  Well, it was almost the end of the day. The students in the recorder band had another hour to wait before they could open their precious gifts since they needed to practice for the end of the year program. Timothy placed his gift atop the art project with his backpack on the floor, grabbed his recorder and left for practice. When he returned, the gift was gone and the straw broke the camel’s back… or maybe the straw just infuriated the camel so that he ran to our apartment where he poured out his frustration about the thief, the school, the city and the country to his pillow.

Haven’t we all been there? Maybe for different reasons, but I know I have poured tears on my pillow with a very high deal of frustration while asking,”Why does it have to be like this?!”

“And when the woman saw that the tree was good for food, and that it was pleasant to the eyes, and a tree to be desired to make one wise, she took of the fruit thereof, and did eat, and gave also unto her husband with her; and he did eat.” The student who found and took the gift that was not his or hers was born a sinner–just like me and just like Timothy.

It hurts a lot to see your child suffering because of something someone else did.

Hmmmm… what did our Heavenly Father do for us? He chose to send His Son to the best resort for Christmas… no. Amazing love! How can it be?! He sent His Son Jesus to be born to a world full of people who would treat him much worse than any missionary’s kid has been treated in a foreign school… He sent His only son to live, suffer and die for us.

I need to show compassion to my son — hug him and let him know that his pain is painful to me; but I need to not pretend that I can take away his pain now, that I can make it so that he won’t be sinned against again or that he hasn’t been the one sinning against someone else at another time.  I need to let him feel the angst of the awfulness of sin and let God turn him to the amazing love of the One who endured being treated terribly and bore our griefs and carried our sorrows.

Isaiah 53: 3-4a He was despised and rejected by men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief; and as one from whom men hide their faces he was despised, and we esteemed him not. Surely he has borne our griefs and carried our sorrows;

I Peter 2:24 He himself bore our sins in his body on the tree, that we might die to sin and live to righteousness. By his wounds you have been healed.

I need to let my son know that this pain is one of the consequences of sin, and that Jesus came to bear the sins of thieves who would trust in Him, mean brats who would trust in Him, liars who would trust in Him, cheaters who would trust in him, selfish children and adults who would trust in Him… all of us born sinners who would trust in Him.

As a mom, dad, friend, boss, worker, student, child or whatever role you are in; remember not to try to be the savior. You can’t do it. It has already been done! He is the One who will wipe away the tears when those who have trusted in Christ’s perfect sacrifice go home.

For the Lamb in the midst of the throne will be their shepherd, and he will guide them to springs of living water, and God will wipe away every tear from their eyes. Rev. 7:17

Our family heads “home” from Peru tomorrow, but I want my children to long for the ultimate home where there will be no more sin.

“I know there’ll be a moment, I know there’ll be a place
Where we will see our Saviour and fall in His embrace
So let us not grow weary or too content to stay
‘Cause we are not home yet…”

(Steven Curtis Chapman–Not Home Yet)

Love because He first loved me,


7 Responses to “Not home yet”

  1. Millie February 2, 2015 at 11:20 am #

    Wow! Beautiful and encouraging thoughts, Vicki!

  2. georgiajammy February 2, 2015 at 5:21 pm #

    Very well said! ❤️

  3. michael CHANDLER February 2, 2015 at 8:45 pm #

    Beautiful! Love,  Dad

  4. Judy Chandler February 3, 2015 at 4:26 pm #

    However did you have time to compose such a treasure when packing for your next adventure? (Can’t say home!) Thank you for sharing what was already in your heart, and for comforting Timothy, too. Thankful for you!

  5. kcauble February 6, 2015 at 12:44 am #

    Wow, Vicki. What a reminder of Who it is that alone can dry our tears. What an encouragement to hear your thoughts as you participate with Him His work in this world. What truth.

  6. r gillett May 18, 2016 at 11:16 pm #

    Dear David,

    I know you are back in the US, but is the ministry/business still going on? We had some missionaries visit us tonight and they are located in Mexico – Sinaloa. I would love to help supply them with solid, Spanish Christian material.

    I don’t suppose you ever come to Kansas. I’d love to meet your family. You are welcome to stay with us if you are in town. I have always loved your parents. My maiden name is Richardson. Do you remember me from Soverign Grace Church?

    Your sister in Christ,

    Becky Richardson Gillett

    On Mon, Feb 2, 2015 at 9:46 AM, The Chandler Far Southern Times wrote:

    > David Chandler posted: “The post is from Vicki the day before we left > Peru. Sorry for the delay in posting! I had one of those mom moments when I > wanted to do what only God can do. Revelation 7:17 says, “For the Lamb in > the midst of the throne will be their shepherd, and he ” >

    • David Chandler May 19, 2016 at 12:15 am #

      Hi Becky, yes, I remember you, and yes, we are still involved in Spanish-speaking ministry. Please feel free to point your friends to, where we have new articles 2x / wk translated from sites like We also have an Android app now by the same name (TeoGracia) available in the Google Play Store. I guess it’s time to post an update here!

      Thanks very much for the invitation. We do sometimes travel through Kansas. I’ll ask my folks for your email address so we can coordinate later on.

      In Christ,

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