On the Road Again

In just seven more days, we will wing our way to another land, another world, another existence.

When we set foot on that land almost 31 years ago now, I felt that I might as well have landed on Mars. Things so strange, alien, and undesirable in everyday life in that part of Africa now arouse my soul to return. Things like another language, and an exceedingly curious people who possess amazing tracts in their mind, enabling them to speak many times a minimum of 5 different tongues and a maximum of nine.

Things like stirring soul music with a great beat, foundational for their worship, unlike we frozen chosen in the States. We can be way too inhibited and self-conscious. I hate it that I am that way, and yet I find myself struggling to change.

Things like serving up peanut butter and jelly sandwiches or popcorn, freshly harvested peanuts, and bananas and feasting over the riches of genuine fellowship with people who will be very comfortable in the courtly atmosphere of heaven because they have lived their daily lives on the edge and died to self more than not.

They don't sweat the small stuff. They go right for the jugular--souls, prayer, praise, and surrender to God's highest for them.

And what is the catalyst for their living life the way they do?

It's a realization that the best is yet to come. It's an awareness that some men think they are rich and yet possess nothing eternal, while others consider themselves poor, yet they possess. . .

Why do they get it? Because they are so poverty stricken, it drives them to their knees for everything.

No one can breathe without God's permission, but they actually believe their every breath comes from Him. Their health care program convinces them that the Lord actually is the Great Physician because without His intervention, they would have no children at all. Half of their children could be taken from them and many times are.

They understand that a man is not judged by what he owns.

They live by Psalm 103 which proclaims that things too wonderful or great for me. . .

And we get the privilege of rubbing shoulders with them. Of serving Christ together. Of laughing, crying, and praying in the same room. Of watching together miracle after miracle. It's awesome. I am not worthy of this privilege, but I LOVE IT!