The whirlwind part of my world began when I realized the little details; the fine print. The place I am going is not very accepting of the Gospel- only .03% of the population are professing Christians, and the rest are greatly opposed to it. When I first read this, I was very excited. It seemed to be a great challenge... and I love being challenged! However, throughout the course of the day I became discouraged, allowing small bits of worry to infect my pulse and stream throughout my mind. "What if I can't do anything?" was my constant cry. "What if they are so struck with fear of persecution and are so devoted to their own religion that they completely reject the Gospel?" I began to feel a jab of despair, as if this trip was going to be useless.
Enter God. He always seems to come through at the perfect moments, doesn't He? I went to BCM'S 180 worship service last night really not wanting to talk to anyone or be happy at all. But then, the Lord followed through with a perfect song, one that most are familiar with: Mighty to Save. It spoke truth to me in a way I had never noticed before: everyone needs compassion. He can move mountains, and He is mighty to save... anyone!
Who am I to question the almighty power of the Almighty One? He can stir the hearts of every Pacific Asian I come in contact with! Their salvation is not by anything I do; it is simply and purely because of the power of God's work. My attitude has completely reversed because of the tearful realization I made last night at 180. The Lord spoke to me in a prompt and powerful way, and I am so thankful that He is alive and mighty! I am now even more excited to leave for the mission He has called me to, to be used as His tool. My new attitude, renewed by Christ alone, is perfectly depicted in one of my favorite verses:
"You turned my wailing into dancing; you removed my sackcloth & clothed
me with joy; that my heart may sing to you and not be silent. O Lord, my God, I
will give you thanks forever!" -Psalm 30:11-12