This is the second time in the past two years that I’ve been carried away to a culture which hand washes clothes, primarily uses public transportation, and plays games in dirt as opposed to Grand Theft Auto. How lucky I am! How fortunate I am to get these opportunities!
I heard some disappointing news about a good friend of mine yesterday. My response was just that, disappointment followed by anger. Primarily because I thought their actions were an extremely poor testament to the Lord they so lovingly believe in.
But who am I to speak? Recently, I haven’t borne any witness to my God unless I was confronted with it by a guy on the last trip.
Being away from all that hullabaloo in the States drives me to follow earnestly after God. I desire to live a life that exemplifies the majority of Ephesians 5. When someone asks for prayer, I want to do it there, with them, out loud. My words are being lifted to the ears of the Lord, and I don’t want my self-consciousness to jeopardize those heavenly moments. Being in India, specifically, makes me long to become more involved with my own community.
Father, thank you for these intimate moments with you that catch me by surprise. I haven’t sought you in reading or in prayer, but you still manage to be near to me. I love you.