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As Far as the East is from the West

As far as the east is from the west so far has He removed our sins from us Psalm 103:12...what an assuring verse.

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Using the phrase "as far as the east is from the west" paints a great picture for us. We understand that to be the ultimate in distance.

Not long ago, a massive earthquake in the Pacific triggered a tsunami in the far east. Towering waves roared toward the Japanese coast destroying life and property.

Compelled by the plight, Americans along with other nations gathered funds and supplies and sent them to the victims. We followed the news stories longing to hear updates, many praying for those affected by the tragedy, their businesses, and families. Short term mission groups travelled to Kessennuma to help with the clean up and rebuilding.

Time has trickled by for those in Japan. Businesses and homes have slowly been rebuilt. Companies reconfigured their businesses to enable more of their people to successfully become employable. The effort has helped with the healing, but the people have not forgotten what the tsunami did to their city.

Kessennuma businesses set aside a portion of their profits to establish an emergency fund to help their people in the future.

Last week, one Kessennuma business owner saw photos of the Moore, Oklahoma tornado disaster, the far west for her. She remembered the help given to her city during days of their great turmoil. 

Without hesitation, she donated funds from the emergency account on behalf of the employees of her company to the victims of the Oklahoma tragedy. 

As quoted by ABC News, she said, "We were so embarrassed the amount was so little," she said. "But we were able to live because of all the help [from Americans]. We decided we needed to give back, in a time of need." 

Despite the great distance between Kessennuma, Japan and Moore, Oklahoma, kindness, care, and concern has been shared between west and east.

To read more of this news article go to this link: Tsunami Victims Pay Back By Helping Tornado Victims

There are many conclusions I could write here, but I don't think they are necessary. This act of kindness speaks loudly for itself.

Comments

Unknown said…
Oh, what a cool story. Love acts of kindness like this!
Janice said…
It means so much when people remember past kindnesses and forget past negligence. It can make for good future relationships. It becomes a bridge to walk over when needs arise. God built the strongest bridge between Him and man using Jesus upon the cross. I am always thankful to hear of bridges built, literal and figurative, that allow goodness to flow to needy people.
Blessings to you, Mary, for all the good you are doing with your writing! You are building bridges between many people for God's good purposes.
Yeah. Me too, Melissa.

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