Back in the Groove of CPCP Life

The Sanders family is doing well down here on the border. Jeremy was privileged to be in class this week with one of our favorite teachers, David Morris. He is a brilliant man who expounds the scriptures for hours every single day, and the students are very much enjoying his teaching.

The kids and I have been working hard on school and continuing to get to know all the new families here at To Every Tribe. We have also enjoyed sharing meals in our home with many people over the last few weeks.

This year, our family is serving in a different village than last year. It was hard to say goodbye to our friends in Village EZ, but we are very much looking forward to what God has in store for us in Village V. Pray that God will grant us favor in building relationships in this new village, and that He will give us wisdom in how to best minister to the people. Each week, the Village V team spends a couple of hours together for a time of scripture, prayer, music, and fellowship. Here we are at this week’s meeting, discussing Bonhoeffer’s book “Life Together”, reading through the book of Daniel together, and sharing with one another our new knowledge of Biblical storytelling.

David Morris shared this poem with the students this week and I thought it was such a beautiful picture of God’s sovereignty from the beginning of time until the end of the age. May we never forget that he truly is the Author and Finisher of our faith.

Maker of the Universe

The Maker of the universe,
As Man, for man was made a curse.
The claims of Law which He had made,
Unto the uttermost He paid.
His holy fingers made the bough,
Which grew the thorns that crowned His brow;
The nails that pierced His hand were mined,
In secret places He designed.
He made the forest from whence there sprung
The tree on which His body hung;
He died upon a cross of wood,
Yet made the hill on which it stood.
The sky that darkened o’er His head,
By Him above the earth was spread.
The sun that hid from Him its face,
By His decree was poised in space.
The spear which spilled His precious blood
Was tempered in the fires of God.
The grave in which His form was laid
Was hewn in rocks His hands had made.
The throne on which He now appears
Was His from everlasting years;
But a new glory crowns His brow,
And every knee to Him shall bow:
The Maker of the universe.
F. W. Pitt

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