Over the next week or so I plan to write about my recent trip to Africa. Don’t worry. I’m not going to bore you with long essays. I’ll bore you with short essays. I know I’m a guy who can go on and on about things, so I’ll try to restrain myself. I’m restraining myself now. In fact, if you don’t want to read the words, just look at the pictures. They tell the story pretty well.
As you can see from this one, it was cold where we went. Its winter in Swaziland right now, so we were all bundled up for our first morning meeting. When this pic was taken I didn’t know most these people. We were perfect strangers. I just knew that all 40 of them came from about six or seven parts of the U.S.A. As the week went on I got to chat with each one of them at meals and on work projects. They all have stories, and they all worked very hard. At the end of the week we weren’t all spread out like we are in the photo. We were huddled together in the airport, saying tearful good-byes, thanking each other for our new friendships and the great time we had working and worshipping together.
Jesus draws people together. So does service. So does worship. In fact, on a good mission trip all of those things blur together until it’s hard to tell where the relationships ended and the service began or where the service ended and where the worship began. And Jesus was there in our midst, sharing the joy, or initiating it. What a great bunch of people! What a great place! What a great experience! I can’t wait to tell you more!