A brother taps me on the shoulder and asks me "are you ready to go?" I nod yes and look down. My feet are soaked. There's at least two inches of rain and people around me are running to an unknown destination with umbrellas blocking only a percentage of the element. As we arrive on campus, people know us. Some wave, some don't. Some will study some won't, but what's encouraging is that we are here for a purpose and God is making a way. Today, Jordan equips us with the scriptures to stay in the fight. We go out, in droves of twos. Inviting anyone within reach. Our comfort zones are stretched. As we arrive to bible talk, there are 14 new faces. By the end, God increased the number to 24! The sight was amazing. People opened up their lives and shared with total strangers because they trusted the word of God. After, we head to the cafeteria and several studies take place; the scriptures begin to break down walls and barriers. We eat lunch in the caf for an hour or two, studying all the while. I rise up from the table we are eating at and make my way to the buses. Just as I think "man this ride will be treacherous," a motor bike crosses my path and splashes water all on my pants. At this point Im so wet that I guess it matters not, plus my faith puts me on the spot with the visitor we had across the street keeps watching to see if I get hot; so I keep on walking. I count my coins and hop on the bus. Our brother Danilo sits by me and we laugh without many words. Several people begin to stare and it reminds me that facial expressions have no language (barrier). We transfer buses and make it home finally. As we unwind we find that we are not much different in this game of life. Deep convictions bring my soul to tears, telling the younger generation of my older years, I hold back the emotion in me. You see, in my old mind, crying was for girls... so I close my eyes at the days end and grab the very pen that I use to pour out my years on this paper. The more I write the more I realize that there's not enough room in this binder. When I open my eyes, there's no pen in my hand. No paper with thoughts... Just a $2 cup of coffee and a bilingual Bible. It's pouring raining and my feet are soaked. A brother taps me on the shoulder and asks me "are you ready to go?"
Jarvis