Welp, I’m here. Cuatro, Manila, Philippines.
We have been here since Tuesday morning. Jet lag did not effect me at all (how?
Probably God). We have had an intense week with Gary and Lisa Black (our
spiritual father and mother), preparing us to live and do ministry together in
community. Karis has already begun ministry in the community and we have a long
month ahead of us, but God is going to do so much.
important that you hear my heart in it:
hey
yeah, things are pretty crazy. mom, this trip is way beyond me
“looking forward to it.” God has been preparing me for this trip for a
long, long time. I’m not going to “have a lot of fun,” or “get this
out of my system.” I’m going to be giving everything I have to this
trip because it’s what God is calling me to do. There will be times i
will be miserable, hot, sick, exhausted, scared, and suffering. But I
have a team that will be loving me and taking care of me 100% of the
time. I have lived a good life up to this point, and I can never thank
you and Dad enough for that. But it is now time for me to give all of
that goodness to those in the world who have not lived good lives in
any sense of the word. The kids i see in the streets outside our
building know nothing more than scrounging for food, the clothes some
missionaries may have given them years ago, and their drunk and
careless parents. There is more than just political crap destroying
these communities. Satan is having a party out here and his work is
evident everywhere we turn. I have already seen a boy possessed by a
demon.
This is real. Your boy is not a boy anymore, despite you (and
sometimes me) wanting that. I am not safe anymore, at least as far as
our understanding of “safe.” Being a Christian is dangerous. I am
making sacrifices daily. But I know that when I suffer, and if I die
(you have to hear it), it is for something more than a “revolution” or
some political agenda. I understand what I have gotten myself into,
and I don’t think I could be anywhere else. I have to do this, that’s
all there is to it.