I had the good fortune to be born in the United States of middle class parents. I had the good fortune to marry well and raise a family with minimal difficulties. I have the good fortune to have friends in various places. I have the good fortune to have the choice to work or not. These are just circumstances, that is not what I am thinking about.
I took a job a year ago, one I was uncertain about. It was a huge step outside my comfort zone. It was full of stress, tears, sleeplessness, isolation, guilt. I rarely saw my family. Yet, in the end, the people and things I experienced, it was more than worth it. I won't reiterate what happened last year only what occurred on Sunday.
We hosted a young adult group of Koreans. They are a very worshipful group, a respectful group, an easy and difficult group (like they all are). The weekend almost over, me counting down the meals, down to the last, a young woman asks me to bring out my staff. They wanted to pray over us. And in that same room where three years ago I had hands layed upon me by those I knew, loved, counseled, counseled by, I again had hands layed upon me by strangers. All of them saying their own prayers, whispers, praises, wishes.
And again, I came out renewed by the Spirit.