Lots happened this weekend. I feel like I cried a lot probably because I am a hormonal woman. But also because... I realized many things but at the same time, one big truth. It sounds ridiculous. But I'll try and explain.
Perhaps it takes more times for me to absorb the gravity of some situations than a normal person.
On Saturday, we attended the Walk Thru The Bible seminar. And it was really informative- but what really left an impression upon me was this old man, who came up to speak at the end. After sitting in our seats from 9-4, he said something like this: "If you forget everything that you have learnt today, it's alright. But I just want you to remember one thing, it is that God loves you, so so much." He took the opportunity to share the gospel in one of the many songs that are written for that purpose. And as he spoke, I thought, how funny it is that he sounds so young, and so full of hope and life. You wouldn't think that he was almost 90 years old, if you closed your eyes and listened to him say those words with the conviction that he had.
And that's one thing that I want to work toward. At the end of my life, when my hair is grey on my head, when my knees are going, when my back is bent- I want my heart to be young and vibrant as ever, as on fire then as it is today; in fact, more than it is today, because I believe that I still have a long way to go to being who He made me to be...
On Sunday, it wasn't really that much of the same thing, I suppose. We attended Desiree's baptism! I cried, just thinking about how much God has fought for her. I cried thinking about how God's love is so powerful, it doesn't just change a young girl's life. It can change the lives of families, pierce through the hearts of people jaded with life as they've lived it. I thought about the way that their loved ones had hearts which ached so strongly for them, and was thanking God with such fervor as their friend or sister or dad was stepping out of that pool.
I thought that I would stop crying when this lady came up to be baptized. She was one of the last few people, I think. And she was sort of plain looking, you know... Then I heard her name... I think it was Hikaru? And I thought, she's japanese! Of all the places that He can bring someone to love Him, it's a place with such tall spiritual and cultural barriers- I came home and was flipping through my diary and I read something that I wrote down last year- 0.5% of Japan's population is Christian. Think about that! Yeah.
And I started crying again.
Haha.
