sitting at a table with a missionary to my left and to my right. they probably wouldn’t call themselves missionaries, but since they are going to do cross-cultural gospel work for the next year, i guess that makes them missionaries. we happen to be the same age, and that means we are pretty young.
don’t have anything profound to say about it; i think truth is terribly ego bruising, and God only gives it to us a bit at a time alongside large helpings of his blessings and peace. so being given the great privilege of ministering to people is overshadowed by a small, dark morsel of truth, that is, our complete inadequacy and inability to love people who don’t care a whole lot about us
i am thinking about Samuel when he is pretty young. lying in the dark, and being woken three times by a voice callling his name. three times going readily to Eli, saying “Here I am.” and he thinks he is answering the call from a dying prophet only to find out it is an entirely other thing.
learning to discern the truth through other’s wisdom and then through his own acquired understanding. these things take time.
