I’m in Wichita. It’s strange being around things of the past – buildings, coffee shops, and the memories that haunt the streets here. I was driving around town yesterday in route to a coffee shop that I frequented before moving to Michigan. It was completely subconscious; I didn’t even have to think about how to get there.
I just couldn’t remember the name of some of the streets.
And it amazes me how many things don’t change. Sure, there’s road construction on just about every corner, the trees are a lot fuller than last time, and the sunsets are consistently beautiful here. But it’s like something’s stuck here… and I get an odd feeling in my gut about it all.
I’m not saying Wichita’s bad, I’ve just never been someplace where I feel so aware of the global community around me, but so disconnected from it. I can’t put my finger on what I’m feeling, but something’s strange… something’s different.
I feel like I’m grasping at air.
And despite my reaching for something I can’t quite obtain, God is still moving here and giving me divine appointments. I got asked yesterday to speak at the HOBY (Hugh O’Brian Youth) leadership conference on June 14th. There will be roughly 125 young leaders there and I get to do some worship and talk about my World Race experience with them.
So you might keep that in your prayers. Keep praying that the Kingdom spills forth from the work of my hands, our hands, and that Wichita gets awakened to something new, something fresh, and something revolutionary. I’m convinced this ‘disconnectedness’ isn’t meant to be here.
