It is Sunday morning in Brno, Czech Republic. In less than 3 weeks (Lord willing), I will be back home in West Tennessee. As I project myself forward in time, I can almost see myself sitting out on the patio area at Joe Muggs in Jackson. I am sitting there and I am reflecting on what the last 3 years of my life has been about. What was it “really” all about? What memories will I cherish and which ones will I try to bury deep in my sub-conscious?
Heavy… right? I know… Ano… Da.
There are those faces that will stick with me. It has always been that way with me. Some events and circumstances etch the faces of those involved into your mind. Even today, I remember faces from Romania… from the early days of my missions experiences. I remember Stefan especially and that 13 year old boy in the small side room at Holy Trinity Church in Bucharest who said no to Jesus because he was afraid of how his friends would react. Advancing in time a little, I can now expect to never forget some of the faces I have gazed upon here in Czech Republic. The faces represent memories and ministry and the lives of men and women who have become special to me and in God’s eyes. I am tempted to name names but I will not… at least not yet.
So, here I sit and reflect… knowing that I will repeat the process in the future. How can you categorize all of the experiences? The good… the bad, the ugly? I suppose that in reality, it is more like obedience, disobedience and neutrality. Maybe. The Lord has taught us many things. He has molded and shaped us in ways we never imagined or suspected. In the end, He is sovereign and He is just in all He does. Thank you Lord for what You have done and for what You will do… amen.
