orange line touches the horizon, I know that it is the coming of a
new day in a
totally different land. From our vantage point 30,000 feet in the
sky, I ponder
about how the Lord sees us. His beauty is over all creation, and
His wonder is
over all His works.
clouds—no, two—mount up in the distance, rising up to what seems
to be an
invisibly pre-determined height, before they dissipate and spread
into a flat
sea. Both are in sync, and their tops form a long, wide oval over
a land that
lies still shrouded in darkness below.
now join the orange, and the sky begins to brighten in the east.
this day hold? Completely unknown faces. New people. New
languages. New sounds
and smells. New brothers and sisters in Christ, as yet unmet, but
with a love
and a hope as close to me as home. They are my brethren, and I
will sing with
them forever in the land where He is the Light. Maybe today, just
maybe, I will
share a taste of the eternal as we arrive from 8,000 miles away to
together with God’s children.
it is now minutes from what we call bedtime. Not that people
actually get into
their beds at that hour, mind you, but the effort is surely in
now. Likely, my wife will gather most of the children—the younger
will read to them. The youngest will nurse and nearly drift off to
sound of her mother’s voice—now lilting, now rising, now
stories in her ears. Before they sleep, they will pray for me and
ask that the
Lord would use our team this week.
now we can see. Spreading out below is a rumpled carpet of thick
It bunches up to form ridges—mountains jutting above the landscape
of a misty
plain. Below, people are awaking. Some of them will greet me
friends I’ve never met. Some will bless me in the name of the
Lord, and I will
return the grace greeting.
truly be a blessing to
this week. May the Lord be pleased to make our labors in the Word
the light of the gospel shine ever more clearly as a result of
God’s work here
light is stunning to my eyes now. All the world is awash in
brightness. The sun has risen.