Somewhere over the Atlantic (again). I reflect on where I’ve been and where I’m going. Katie asked me my greatest fear in going home, to which I reply going back to the status quo. Lord, if I have not changed through this experience, then I have failed myself…and failed you.
I have seen the beauty of your creation, through majestic sunsets and beautiful landscapes that Africa uniquely possesses. But even more powerfully in the beauty of those who know You…the warm “molo” greetings, the enthusiastic hugs from children, the dedication of missionaries, the praises of your churches and the hope from these people.
I endeavor to not take these things for granted. Each blessing needs to be shared. I must give of myself until I am the last thing on my mind. I will not pacify myself with the trivial. I will commit myself to living for the kingdom….to initiate or enable change and understanding.
Daunting goals. I recognize the potential for these words to haunt me throughout life, to be thrown back at me, and to shake me out of comfort or complacency. And though I may not know what I’m asking for…I naively ask for it. I aspire to inspire. A wise teacher (Tony Omoijuanfo) once preached “it is never somebody else’s job if God brings it to your attention.” Father, permit me the bravery to act on what you call to my mind. Let it start with a renewed attitude of giving; of my talents, my resources, my time, my very being to the purposes of honoring you and furthering your kingdom. Big or small…size of scale is in your hands.
Africa… you have spoken to me. You have redefined my perspective on life, love and hope. You have deposited yourself within me. My prayer is that I may be used to return a mere portion of your investment back to you.
Monday, June 30, 2008
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