Back to my usual life is crazier than my thought, and even more supercompetitive than what I expect.
I still can’t believe I was there the 11 countries, about 20 cities.
Tomorrow is the first time, I officially share about my race.
No more helper right next to me is another big difference…..:(
Let everything that has breath praise the LORD!
Praise the LORD!
-Psalms 150:6-
Hey, guys. Thank you for giving me the chance to share what GOD had done for me last year. The subject is too broad to share at once, so I picked one, which is ‘WORSHIP.’
Last year, I went to WorldRace. My route began with Thailand, finished to U.S.A. I visited 4 Asian countries; Thailand, Cambodia, Vietnam, and China, 3 Southern African countries; Swaziland, Lesotho, and South Africa, 3 Central American countries; Nicaragua, Guatemala, and Belize, and U.S.A. In my squad, we have 3 Korean including me, 19 America, 1 British, 1 Vietnamese, and 1 Swazi.
On my race, I had chance to meet various people and do different ministries. I thaught the young English language, did volunteer work to special needs children, some manual labors, encourage the local people, and was served.
I think just to be served was the hardest ministry for me and my squad mates.
I learned not only local people, but also ourselves are mission filed to us. Same team is one of the important mission filed, also, easy to forget.
Most of time, I was learned what worship is.
If I say it, you guys might be disappointed at me.
At Thailand, China, Lesotho, South Africa, Nicaragua, and Guatemala, I missed church worship services. Each of times, I had reasons.
I lost the way to go to church; it was my frist time to visit Chiang-mai, Emmi; the hostel lady; gave us right direction, but I and my squad-mates chose wrong ally. We made it when the worship service was about to over. Church was too far to go there. I had no buddy to go with. I was too sick.
When I skipped the worship, the guilt attacked me. The guilt from a thought I disappointed God, and myself. I was excited to worship with different people to different way. Even I’m on a mission filed!
At this point, I want to ask you a question. What do you think Worship is?
In the dictionary, worship means ‘reverent honor and homage paid to GOD.’ Personally, when someone says “?? or worship,” it came up with some formatted ceremony to me. And the mind-set restricted worship him. It doesn’t mean worship service is not needed. What I want to say is God is anywhere and everywhere, and if you really want to worship him there are countless ways to worship him. I knew it, but I didn’t accept it. That’s where my guilt came from. At the moment, for me GOING to church was important than WORSHIP God.
Just appreciating breathtaking view what he created is worship. Drawing picture is worship. Singing a song is worship. Finding his smile at a small boy’s smile is worship. Praying over the GOGO‘old hostess’ is worship. And just taking a rest or living in the moment could be counted as worship.
If you want to hear great story, I do have. I had chance to share the very first “Kachical / the 3rd biggist Mayan languege bible” to Mayan people.
If you want to hear crazy story, I do have. At over 3,000m high mountain, 1 local pastor, 4 of my squad mates, and I was stuck in the middle in the snow. The car was broken, we were almost died.
If you want to hear amazing story, I do have. I had chance to praise to Lord with the local Vietnamese youth in a public beach. And a unrelative couple joined the worship.
But what I really want to share is God is here. He is here. He is here for us. He wants us to share every tiny small moment we might think. Just open your mind and share it where you are at. God loves cry for you, when you’re crying. He loves happy with you, when you’re happy.
