It has now been four days since the debate and I have found myself, well I think it’s actually been God, waking up at 5:00am the last three mornings when I hear the Muslim Prayer time down the road. Each morning I hear it, I take time for intercessory prayer before falling back to sleep.
Erica, a friend of mine on Team Crash of Love, brought up an encouraging realization the other day. When we began the Race our original African route consisted of South Africa, Swaziland, and Mozambique. At our first squad debrief in December we were asked to prayerfully consider a re-direction of our route to include Kenya, Uganda, and Tanzania. With much prayer our squad felt like the Lord was saying, “I need you to battle on the FRONTLINES in East Africa.” We were obedient to the Lord’s voice and this we are finishing up our time in Tanzania.
What better FRONTLINES to be on than defending our faith to one of the supposed fastest growing religions in the world- interceding on their behalf- standing in the gap for them as they begin to hunger for TRUTH.
I know that there are many purposes that God has called me to this 11 month journey, many of which I may never know, but one thing I feel so deeply at the bottom of my heart is that IF THE EVENTS OF THE PAST WEEK WERE THE SOLE PURPOSE OF ME BEING ON THIS 11 MONTH JOURNEY, EVERYTHING I LEFT BEHIND WOULD BE COMPLETELY WORTH IT!
