It is Sunday July 22 and I am in Sweden as I write this. I am teaching at a Chinese Discipleship Camp for Chinese for those living in Scandinavian countries. It has been a wonderful week interacting with all these precious people.
I walked in only knowing two people while having never met the other 74. After just one day, I felt like I was around family that I had known my whole life. While I had no idea what I was going to encounter here, it has been more than a wonderful experience. It is an experience I will never forget.
Today, a group of Afghan and Iranian refugees joined us for our Sunday worship service. Some of them are followers of Jesus while others are a mixture of other beliefs. Said (pronounced: Saeed), originally from Iran, is a brother serving these refugees in the city nearby. Talking with him today, I learned of an incredible thing God is doing here in Sweden through these refugees.
The picture above is not a picture I will soon forget. Let's face it. It's troubling to look at. His name is Alan Kurdi. He was 3 years old when his little body washed ashore in Turkey. His family was fleeing the war in Syria so they could have a life that you and I equally desire. Yet, in the process of fleeing, little Alan drowned in the Mediterranean Sea.
I keep his picture visible on my desktop because he reminds me of the millions of displaced souls around the world who are fleeing or attempting to flee their homelands due to extreme difficulties. They desire to get to a safer land where they can live a proper life. For reasons only God can explain, my family and I are not one of the millions of displaced peoples around the world.