As I sat in the back of the car riding with two of my band mates I felt tears starting to form and drip down my cheeks. I turned my head away and stared out the back window of the car. I’m not a cryer. Emotions sometimes are hard for me to express. It’s rare something moves me in any sort of visible emotional way. I wasn’t sad and it wasn’t a bad conversation we were having. Simply one of my newer friends and band mates decided to share something he was passionate about. The gospel and the power of God. His joy and honesty was something I quickly had the utmost respect for. He poured out truth knowing that truth set him free. I couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed by his joy.
We are both leaving around the same time in September but going to do mission in different places with different organizations. I have never met a more passionate guy and I already cherish our friendship. Hearing my good friend Ben and him talk about God all the way up to where we play was one of the most comforting moments I have had in a long time. There are honorable good God loving men in the world. This is a milestone in understanding for me. It proved some of my deeply rooted fears wrong. God still has honorable men serving him. This brings me joy. God is at work on me. I am being made new. New thoughts. New joys. New perspectives. Honor.
