Cornelius stared at him in fear. “What is it, Lord?” he asked. The angel answered, “Your prayers and gifts to the poor have come up as a memorial offering before God. (Acts 10:4)

As I read this I picture heaven and God sitting on a throne. Around him are multitudes of angels – some bowing, some singing, some raising their hands and others reaching towards him. Light shines from the throne so bright that everything around it is white.

Before the throne a beautiful memorial offering sits that is carved and sculpted from the prayers and gifts of one man, Cornelius.

God may my life come up to you like a memorial here and in Nicaragua.