In 12 hours I begin my journey home. I am excited. :-) Am I quitting as a missionary - never. As a Christian, I am a missionary para siempre. I was/am/will be a missionary to my family, friends, acquaintances i.e. taxi drivers, clerks, whoever God brings into my daily life. If I sit with a dying friend, Christ uses the vessel of my heart to pour His love into their life with out one religious word being uttered. If I let peace reign in my heart, it spills over like an overflowing cup into my aura (if you are uncomfortable with that word let me exchange it for atmosphere) the atmosphere and Christ radiates outward into the anxiety of others and calms their hearts. We pollute our bodies and the earth with negative energy and cheer it up with positive energy. If I act righteously in my small little daily life, the Kingdom of God, a kingdom not of this world advances violently and enters into this world with more force. Does that mean I beat someone over the head with a bible. NEVER! I evangelize with one of the greatest gifts God has endowed me with : my smile. After all, the gospel is good news. :-) St. Francis said, preach the gospel every day IF you must, use words. Ironically enough, that speaks volumes to my soul. My heart tells me it is time to come home. I am a richer man, a man of immeasurable wealth. I have experienced the gamut of emotions during my time in Ecuador from utter agony to sheer ecstasy - like a kaleidoscope, they have overlapped and fused together. I have tasted colors and heard the laughter of flowers. A paraplegic child and a stuffed bunny rabbit made me cry giggles. A cute little orphaned girl with pony tails named Sammie stole my little heart. I rode the waves and danced on water. I floundered as I taught special needs students. Kindness and exuded strength oozed into my spirit from elderly citizens on mountaintop villages. Jumping off a mountain into the hands of the wind, I flew with the birds as I paraglided and alighted onto white sands. I fished. I caught. I zigzagged across the Andes mountains on my blue little motorcycle to run errands. Sea Lions smiled back at me. The sun, and The Son shined on my face. The Sun and the sun showed me His glory. The whole earth is full of His glory. I helped people. Many people helped me. The ocean assured me as I inundated myself in her wavering immutability. I shrugged off my slumbering sleep. I awake more and more daily. I learned life lessons that are indelibly etched into my fleshy heart. A pink desert swallows me. I fell. I arose again. I fall. I rise. Where is home? The world is my home. Sounds a little corny - but true. I will spend time backpacking around South America. How long? Ni idea. Maybe a day, maybe a week, maybe longer. The Spirit is my guide. Where? what? Do I return to? Ni idea. I am not going to worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. I am a free spirit. I am a traveler. I am an adventurer. I am so much more. I have a book that I am writing - fiction full of truth. I love paradoxes. My muse beckons me. A lilting voice that calls me to the land of fire. I want to touch glaciers. I will tango with the pampas (grasslands) of Argentina. I want to fall Up with the waters of Brazil, Paraguay and Uruguay. I want to be embraced by Christo of Rio de Janeiro. I will kiss French Surinam. Sun will burn my skin in the clear waters of el mar caribe. I will gaze my eyes on the eternal light of Venezuela. Machu Pichu to you from the people of ancient days in Peru. I will eat chilis in Chili. Me encanta la comida picosa. I will hop onto the islands of hope. I will spend time in the land of Che the rolling hills of coffee. I love Jesus. I trust Jesus. Oh to love and trust Him more.
Posted on: Tue, 20 Jan 2015 17:11:45 +0000
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