Driving around and running errands today, I turned to 103.5 for some Christmas songs just to get my spirit lifted up a bit. And it got me all happy and thinking about Christmas and stuff. Until Jingle Bells came on...then it reminded me of China.
The sounds of the kids obnoxiously singing at the top of their lungs rang in my head. I remembered it all: teaching them the songs, the melody, and even hand motions... then teaching them to sing as loud as they could so we could parade around the school and annoy the other teachers.
The thing about me reminiscing about China is that I start to think of each of the faces that I taught, played basketball with, sang with, and spent time with, and get to wondering what has happened to them. Even though it was 1 month out of my year, I always feel that it is too short. I want more than 1 month with them, I want eternity with them.
I know it's too late for me to go back now to each of my students and tell them all about the love of the Lord. And for the most part, I won't see them ever again, but with that I want to go back. I want to go and change the lives of everyone that I touch/see/come in contact with. I want them to have their eyes opened to a new world, the world of better than earthly riches, better than the comfortability of America, I want them to see God.
Lord send me. Take me from this heart wrenching place into a new place. Send me, I'll go.
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