I just want to share with you a quick thought I had going down the stairs the other day (Hello from Malaysia, by the way!).
How cool is it to spend a whole year learning and seeing what it’s like to be in the world but not of it.
I am constantly the foreigner, the stranger, the new comer, the white person, and the one that’s only “here for a while” to the people that I encounter.
I know that my time is short with them. They know I’m leaving.
My clothes, language, hair color, skin tone, customs, traditions, jokes and food preferences are different.
But man, it’s an honor to feel this way.
It pushes me to go ahead and get out of bed and go to ministry even though I may be feeling sick because I told someone last week I would tell him who Jesus was.
I know my citizenship is in heaven, so it’s cool that I’m reminded daily that I’m not “from here”.
Thankful to constantly be put in that place, so that I can be reminded every day that I’m in the world and not of it.
Praise God who is heaven, I mean home.
