24 hours of flying. 19 hours of layovers. 2 days of travel. And we landed in this city, which will be our home for the next 6 months.
Our beautiful and rugged country.
A place beaming with beauty and bound in bewilderment. Fully displaying both the pinnacle of creation and the poverty of its creatures. Both loved by the One true God and deceived by an enemy who steals, kills, and destroys.
A paradox of majesty and misleading, light and darkness, order and chaos.
Upon first arriving, it surprised even me at how fast I was overcome with fear of the unknown. How would I live in such a place? How would I raise a family here? Will I ever adapt to living in such a different environment?
And then it hit me as I was praying that night with my husband: in all my worrying, I had not factored in God into my future. That’s the thing with hypotheticals: we don’t factor in God and grace into our futures. As I gave those worries over to God, I remembered the verses we quote at the end of every worship gathering at the Church at Brook Hills: “…And, behold, I am with you always, to the end of the age.”
Did you catch it?
He is with us. Always. There is not a moment or season He is not present.
He is here in this city—guiding us and allowing us to see His people in a new way. Opening our hearts and eyes to the poverty both physically and spiritually.
We have visited two temples—one in Nepal and one in India (where we are currently for 10 days for an orientation to our South Asian affinity). These temples are filled with idolatry and false gods. And the vast number of people who put such high hopes in hopeless things. Humans with souls devoting their life to a piece of gold, metal, or clay that will simply turn back to dust one day.
The creatures worshipping their creation rather than their Creator.
Father, may we share boldly of your love and pursuit of your people. May we have hearts set on you, burning within us to speak about what you have done to redeem us and how you have done the same for those who surround us. May we point to the Creator of this marvelous creation.