Where these wild things are

God has continued to show himself in the most remarkable ways. My road has never been more clear. I don't even know where to begin, except for beginning.

God is just, and shows his justice in people made in his image, in different times and places. God is loving and the kids with nothing more than dirt on their faces and worn pants barely hanging on say that they are grateful for life because God is good to them. God is loving for not destroying America yet. God is kind to show his benevolence in the unity of the global church, and how these saints feel like familia. 

I pray that those whom I shared the gospel with truly become saved. I see how visiting an impoverished family with a bag of food as a gringo will automatically give me the stage for discussion. They were welcoming and listened intently, but I tried to be clear as to the vitality and palpability of a personal relationship with Christ for them to be saved. A good majority of people expressed how they attend pentacostle  churches, yet tell me that their salvation is dependent on going to their church and doing good things. I brought it back to Christ always, and only prayed with one woman who said she wanted to be saved. There are still two days left for God to work through our team, but I trust his sovereignty to use the seeds we have sown to work out his plan. I'm satisfied in knowing the full truth was given as the Holy Spirit led.

I fear too many people the world over are missing Jesus, as I see that works based salvation ideology is an epidemic. Many churches everywhere that aren't the Church. I fear the world is far too big to talk to seven billion as one man. But I'm up for the challenge. 

There's much to be done at home, and that's a good place to start and continue building. I'm very convicted by the intentionality of the church here and how they know the needs in their community and meet them. I want to do that, as much as it translates for America. We will always have the poor, Jesus told us, so we will always have work to do. 

God has done miracles in my midst, and it's been wild to see the swift hand of His providence move. I pray that I don't ignore the normal graces he gives daily, for they are the means by which he achieves his extraordinary ends.

When you really get out of it, really leave all conventional modes of life and routine, you get to see where the wild things are. These are the places where God shows how remarkable his handiwork moves behind the illusions of safety we put up...or at least that I put up.

I'm exhausted, and I just had to jot some thoughts - I'll write more when I get home. Soli Deo Gloria!