Molliere is the name of the driver who took me to the Port au Prince airport in Haiti last week. He wore a perpetual grin–brilliant white against his chocolate skin–and sang hymns or told stories for the entire two-hour bumpy, chaotic, so-hot-my-legs-were-sticking-to-the-seat journey.
My favorite story he told was the one about his father giving his heart to Jesus when he was 100 years old. I was so excited about someone falling into the arms of God that late in life that I began to pepper Molliere with questions about the details. That’s when I found out his dad was a voodoo priest. For more than seventy years he practiced black magic and animal sacrifices. He put curses on people and vehemently denied the authority of the one true God.
However, despite his crooked heart, God lavished grace on his family and all ten of his children (including Molliere) put their hope in Jesus! Essentially God surrounded a sewer with a rose garden. And a year before he died, Molliere’s dad responded to the living hope he saw in his family and asked Molliere and his brother to pray for him.
I can only imagine how loud the angels cheered when those two Haitian men led their hundred-year-old voodoo priest of a daddy in a sinner’s prayer…I’ll bet even Baptist angels were dancing in glory!
Regardless of how big, scary and insurmountable the problems we’re facing seem to be, they are no match for God’s grace.
Nothing, you see, is impossible with God. Luke 1:37, The Message