My pastor became unexpectedly transparent Sunday morning as he preached. I was so moved by what he said that I emailed him that afternoon expressing my gratitude for his transparency. He replied and told me that he had no plans to be that transparent or even to share what he shared. He said it just happened in the moment.
As I prayed this morning, a painful memory resurfaced that transpired more than 13 years ago. I tried praying through it but it was difficult then I thought of my pastor, who has only been my pastor for less than a year now. In honor of his example from Sunday, I decided to write out my memory, or pieces of it, because maybe someone needs to hear it.
Greetings from South Asia (at least as I am writing this). I have had a very busy week so I’m taking a few hours to relax and write. I am writing this post at a fairly new Chili’s Bar & Grill (yes Chili’s, the American restaurant) enjoying a buffalo burger. I may not be able to find or (legally) eat beef in this country but buffalo is fair game.
I love people-watching so my vantage point is wonderful. I have the perfect seat to observe all walks of life strolling by or sitting near by. The contrast from person to person can be vast. As such, I am reminded once again of the vast socioeconomic differences that span this city. From the extreme poverty in the slum, where the clinic is taking place right now, to the very modern and much cleaner city south of the airport (where I visited yesterday) to the city center where I find myself at this moment where both extremes collide. The differences are stark.
Just outside the restaurant is a gentleman. It is evident that the man is either homeless or living in poverty. While his condition is material in nature, his condition reminds me of a greater problem overshadowing his country.
Steve Schirmer, President of Silk Road Catalyst and co-Host of Missions Talk. Least Reached Advocate. Dedicated to No Place Left.