As I think back on all the preparation for this trip I can remember wondering if it was all worth the trouble. As we had the benefit concert with a turnout much smaller than I anticipated I thought the same thing. As I sat in my living room filled with stuff to cram into the van at the last minute I thought surely we must be out of our minds. considering all that was ultimately shoved into the van I felt like the Clampett’s from Beverly Hillbillies. When I think of the word exodus I think of the Israelites lugging all their stuff thru the desert and how hard it must have been for them. So many doubts about what the future holds, what’s waiting for them around the next sand dune. What a drag! So I turned my thoughts to thinking on the brighter side of things. Getting away, meeting like believers, and most important the chance to minister. I felt like we were breaking new ground for the ministry by venturing out that far from home. I have felt for a long time now that this is what we are called to do. I cant help to think of the phrase from TV “it’s not a job but an adventure.”
:lou: Lou