Late Train

The train was an hour late.

I ended up going just outside of the station and playing my guitar…in the rain. There was a precipice giving me a few feet of relative dryness, but it felt really nice to be outside.

After a few songs someone joined me, sitting about twenty feet away, and gave me a few dollars. I kept playing for about half and hour. After I had finished I made my way back towards the waiting area of the station, passing by the man who had given me the tip. 

As I passed he thanked me for playing and told me it was what he needed. He had cried. I shook his hand and asked him if he was a Believer. He said “Yes” and began to tell me some of his story. He was in a lot of pain over leaving Montana. I sat next to him and listened, the rain still falling a few inches from our feet. As he spoke I thanked God for leading me and blessing this man through me. His name was Ray.

The Best Party EVER!

A though I had this past week: "I would rather be broken before God than partying without him."

It saddens me when I think of people I know who don't realize how much more beautiful and hopeful God is than anything we can get from Western culture (or anywhere on earth for that matter).

It's hard to think of what people forfeit...for something that is so temporary.

I can't wait to party at God's table with his wine and his food enjoying him and every other person who is beautifully dressed in his forgiveness and his grace. Doesn't that sound awesome!?!? Forever and ever! And ever. Oh yeah...and ever. No worries. No fears. No sadness. No hang overs. No, "Oh no, what did I do last night?" Just Perfect Love : )

Come to think of it, I experienced something very close to this last week. I am so excited to pass through death into life. Thank you Jesus.