The Final Days

I am sitting here in the shotgun seat of my friends motorhome looking out at the sun setting and driving towards home. Its a strange feeling that I am crossing north america yet again on my way home, but this time from a trip that has transformed my life. I cant explain all the ways that I have been changed but I for sure have a deeper sense that the God of the universe is just that. He is the God who holds everything in the palm of His hands, who is bigger and greater than I could ever imagine. Which is so exciting for me. He is not this god that I built and place in my home, something I understand and is tangible. Because why would I worship something I can understand. Before I left on this trip I was talking with a friend of mine who said that going and experiencing something like the world would surely destroy my faith. Well he was right. The immature faith that I had a year ago has been destroyed. I now have a faith so much deeper and more intense. Like nothing I have experienced before. I feel confident to step out, trusting that He will catch me, trusting that He is beyond my understanding and faults and that He loves me. I wish that I could put a years worth of experience and adventure and teaching onto this page for all of you to read. But the truth is, it takes a year. And reading it would not come close to the experience. Seeing the worship of idols in India and the secularism of europe, the freshness of Papua New Guinea all needs to be seen first hand for it to transform the soul. If you read this and your a person who does not know Jesus, I say start looking around, He is there in the places that rationale and western thought never look. He is in the eyes of the poor, the hands of the sick and yet fills the sky with glimpses of His glory! That is the God that I worship with excitement and awe.