I find myself sitting in a goat terd infested field with an old man named Lokichar. He is the grandfather of our translator Samuel. Samuel explains to the five of us that he has told his grandfather about Jesus many times, but he just wont except him into his heart. He knows that Jesus is good and true, but he is just waiting on what I did not know, but by the looks of him he didn't have much time left to be messing around with. So we start to pray and ask Lokichar what he is waiting on. I look into his old eyes and see the many years of hard labor staring back at me. He then promptly sits up and communicates to Samuel that the time has come and he is ready. Samuel is joyfully taken aback and an old man walks into the Kingdom of God!!
I don't know exactly why this moment keeps coming back to my mind has I think about what God is doing to me in this place. I find myself in a place of waiting on what I'm not quite sure. Everyday I see God moving in BIG ways changing people for the Kingdom. Bringing healing, love, and joy. I see children living hard lives and mothers in complete despair. I see preachers filled with hope and men working harder in one day then I ever will in my life. I see God molding His beautiful finger prints into the students on my team and I know they will be changed forever. Yet this ever pending waiting feeling.
I'm sitting in a van we are going over pot holes the size of Texas. I'm drinking a pineapple soda. Reggae music is playing on the radio…. and I realize I'm smiling for no good reason. I've been waiting for myself to realize that I feel at home here. There has been this slow creeping of comfort crawling into me and when it finally dawns on me I feel God smile mysteriously at me. What do You have planned for me in this place. I guess we'll have to wait and see…
