When I think about God doing the impossible, I think of those big kind of moments in the Bible – like Jesus healing someone in an instant, or turning water into wine.  When I think about miracles today, I realize that these quick, instantaneous ones still happen, but there’s another kind too.  The slow, gradual, working of God one day at a time, till you look back and say “Wow, what a miracle; only God could have done that!”

One week ago, I returned with a team of people from Accra, Ghana.  When I was challenged to think about the impossible things God did for us, I smiled to myself thinking, “Well, I didn’t really see our water bottles turned into Fanta orange or anything like that.”  But as I processed the question more, God began to reveal to me all the impossible things He has done and is doing through our partnership with our friends in Ghana.

It seems quite impossible that God could connect a little, Mennonite girl from down on the farm in Pennsylvania with a little boy in a village in Ghana who couldn’t read until he was 12 and whose family only had rice for Christmas because they couldn’t afford it any other time of the year.  That God would take these two very average people and give them a common purpose for serving Him.

It seems quite impossible that God could bring together a team of 14 regular people with a determination to work hard, and give them all the resources they need not just for their own personal travel expenses, but for a $20,000 camp with money left over to supply the ministry with a computer, and a projector, and more.

It seems quite impossible that those afore mentioned 14 people with very different personalities  and interests could come together with no conflicts at all with each other or with a large group of ministry partners from a different culture on the other side of the world.  That those two groups could work side by side with no problems because they have one common goal of serving our Lord Jesus by being the hands and feet of Him to many hurting children.

It seems quite impossible that God could take a little boy whom I met for the first time 6 years ago – a boy I remember well, because he was running around in the Bible club bullying little children and hitting them over the head.  A boy that I labeled as “trouble”. That God would lift that boy up out of poverty and graduate him from high school.  That God would put that boy in charge this year of his own camp group of teenagers where he was discipling and leading them all on his own.

It seems quite impossible that God could take a young girl who in past years was angry and often unkind to the younger kids. That through a sponsor God would allow her to not only graduate from high school, but pass her exams to apply for college.  That God would take her this year at camp and put her in charge of a group of young people to lead her own team with maturity and confidence.

It seems quite impossible that God could take a group of broken, sinful, imperfect people and use them to share the Gospel and that many children would bow their heads in response to that message and surrender their lives to Christ.  That these same children would literally write their sins on a  piece of paper and take a real nail and nail them to a wooden cross to show their repentance.

It seems impossible that enough money could be provided this month to send $35,000 to Ghana so that 300 children can begin school next month.  And that many of these children will even be going to high school with four students advancing to college.

It seems impossible to me and to you, but with God all things are possible.  All of these things have come to pass because of the power of God and the work He is doing.

It seems impossible that the God of the universe who spoke the world into existence and sustains it each and every day would use your gifts, and your prayers, and the hard work of many, and the sacrifices of humans to reach out and touch young lives in Ghana.  But He did, because He is the God of the impossible.  And I truly believe this is only the beginning!

Cheryl Zimmerman