A few tears for St. Mattress…
After more than a week away, I took a hot shower in my own home for as long as my heart desired, then I spread out my own warm blankets on my own bed, climbed in and slept a wonderful sleep. The next day I looked at the bed, shed a few proverbial tears, and said goodbye for another several days. It was time to move again.
The master said that foxes have holes and birds have nests, but the son of man has no place to lay his head. I suppose this means there is some sacrifice in following him, but it hardly seems that way. I’m having experiences that will be with me for a lifetime, and I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. It’s way too much fun, and I’m sowing in fields that reap a forever yield, if you know what I mean.
I spent the last week celebrating Thanksgiving with our whole team in another city. It was fantastic. On Turkey Day we had 60 people in one apartment, thanking God for all his goodness to us. We had most of the trimmings of a traditional Thanksgiving with noodles to boot. During the rest of the week, we played hard and slept little. It was good to be together.
This weekend I’m in yet another city, checking it out with Sonny. We may bring teams here next year. The landscape of this area is unique–mountains shoot up out of nowhere. This morning we took a 25 minute walk and found ourselves on a mountaintop overlooking the whole city with a panoramic view. Our host told us about it last night when it was dark; it was hard to believe then that a mountaintop was a hop, skip, and a jump away. Then this afternoon we spent some time checking out a huge campus and playing some b-ball with some students there.
Everything we do is dependent on the grace and hand of God. Without his power and guidance, we labor in vain. So please pray that God would speak to our hearts and lead us in his way.