This is the final part of a short story I wrote about our time in Vietnam. Please feel free to find the other parts here.
People always ask us, “Did your trip
change your life?”
change your life?”
“Yes, of course. I am totally
different,” we tell them.
different,” we tell them.
But are we, we wonder? Isn’t this the
same house? And the same town? And the same life? Aren’t I the
same person?
same house? And the same town? And the same life? Aren’t I the
same person?
We don’t know the answer until we
remember our Freddys, these people who we led into God’s presence and
were changed.
remember our Freddys, these people who we led into God’s presence and
were changed.
I wonder about John the Baptist. While he was with Jesus, and the Spirit came
down and landed on him like a dove, and when that voice came and
said, “This is my Son,” was the witness, the baptizer changed? And when Jesus left and
John stayed in the wilderness, eating his locusts and wild honey, did
he look around and wonder, “Isn’t this all the same? The same
food? The same life? Aren’t I the same person?”
down and landed on him like a dove, and when that voice came and
said, “This is my Son,” was the witness, the baptizer changed? And when Jesus left and
John stayed in the wilderness, eating his locusts and wild honey, did
he look around and wonder, “Isn’t this all the same? The same
food? The same life? Aren’t I the same person?”
But he wasn’t right? He couldn’t have
been the same person, right?
been the same person, right?
Special thanks to Emily Drevets for help editing, to AIM and the staff of the World Race for enabling us to do the things we did, and to our friends in Vietnam.
