I have had many moments in my life that I look back on with extreme pleasure as I recall how that particular moment transformed my life. One such moment occured on a cool, starry night in Yei County South Sudan, no more than three months ago. I had the pleasure of working with an awesome and Godly man who never failed to impart some kind of wisdom into my life. On this particular night, we were up rather late, everyone else on our compound was already tucked into their foam mattressed beds. We sat in the dining room and I shared with him a small revelation that I had had that day: God's holiness is the divine and express purpose of every molecule in the universe.That one little statement encompasses so much though. It encompassaes everything, every moment we are alive, every breath that we take, everything.

On that particular night we stayed up discussing the Glory of God until it was past midnight and I was so overwhelmed that I had to leave and sleep on it. I didn't end up doing much sleeping, but instead simply layed in the perfect stillness and quiet of African night and reveled in the true awesomeness and beauty of the God that I have been seeking to know all my life.
I look back on the huge times like this that I have experienced and I am a bit afraid that without all the hardship and sickness of Sudan, I can't grow. I am always afraid that I will become too comfortable in my American life and forget my first love: God.

Commitments

Commitments. I often find myself making them, and then regretting them as it grows closer to the time the commitment is to be fulfilled. I agreed to teach tonight at the youth group I went to in high school. I dread it.
I used to revel in opportunities to show off how much "wiser I am than everyone else" proof that I am the lowest of the low. Needless to say, I feel that way no longer, and now am quite intimidated at the aspect of teaching on something I can barely clasp with the very tips of my moist little fingers.
I want to talk about holiness: how our lives would look if we were actually holy being. and somehow give the Nelson Project a little justice in my country presentation.
Its hard to talk about though. Both things, TNP and most certainly holiness.



My family flew to Kansas City today. Thinking of it makes me a little nostalgic, and very dicontent. I miss just about everything about that place.