Last night I was able to share about Africa at my college and career group. It's really nice to tell the people you love, who have supported and prayed for you, what you have been doing in hopes that they might be encouraged.
Before coming home I was a little nervous about the possibility of culture shock or a general feeling of weirdness towards the world around me because I have been displaced for the past six months. But I happily can say that I have experienced none of that. I'm just happy to be home.
I'm blessed with a great family. I'm blessed with great friends. I'm blessed with a great church. I have had the Word of God carefully and graciously poured into my life. I'm surrounded by people who have a passion for Christ and His Holiness. And at the center of the our fellowship and worship is the cross. An acute awareness that Christ was beat to a bloody pulp, that His sides bleed and His lips quivered, that He sweat great drops of blood because He didn't want to die; He didn't want to be separated from His Father.
The cross brings purity, passion, boldness, and conviction into the lives of believers. Elevating their lives above the realm of do's and dont's and into a deep love affair with Christ that realizes the Holiness of God, the deep price of sin, and cannot stand to enjoy or touch or take pleasure in the sin that put Christ on the cross. It does not boldly proclaim it's liberties, but humbly admits it's deep need for more of Christ's love, His passion, and His Holiness. It is deeply concerned with the salvation of an eternal soul rather than temporally soothing a physical thirst that can never be quenched in this life time.
It's so nice to be home.