The Difference of Perspective

Rio did not disappoint.

It was exactly how we remembered. Dirtier than the other places we have been. Louder. More people. Scarier. Gaffetti all over the place. The driving is an amazing feat of faith and riding in the car takes even more. Yes, it was just as I remembered except...

In the evening we went to church and I had forgotten how much I loved these people. Their warm hospitality. Their love for the Lord and the church body. They shared their visions for this church, this city. Alex shared with us his heart for what he believes God wants to do with this place and the Vaz family's steadfastness in staying here.

When we left everything looked different from when we had entered the building. The busy roads were full of possibilities with people scurrying all over the place. Beggers sitting at street corners, in the middle of the sidewalk, or under doorways. Popping sounds that I was assured were not guns but rather celebrations! Possibilities of people being responsive to their need of a Savior, the Savior. Possibilities of people wanting more from their lives that only Christ can give. And there is amazing beauty here.

I went to sleep at peace and I woke up the same. We do not know if this is where God would have us make our home yet but it is a possibility.

And I'm okay with that.