As I return to the states, I take with me a new understanding of the world and of its people. It is comforting to know that as we move from one continent or culture to another that we, as created beings, are the same. We may talk differently, dress differently, and experience different climates, plants, animals and foods. Our habits and ways of life differ. And though I will never have complete knowledge of all cultures and its peoples, I have found that where the Lord looks is basically the same: our hearts.
ALL people struggle. We struggle to know right. We struggle against the flesh that draws us to sin. We strive to live honorably only to, at times, fail miserably. We attempt to make wise decisions and to discover the truth that will enable us to do so. We seek to know ourselves and why we think and act the way we do. What are the best choices for us? What job or ministry best suits our talents and capabilities? Family is so important and providing not just necessities, but also the training and experiences that will help develop well-rounded and healthy individuals is so vital. Life comes and goes and like a vapor, it’s done. We have come to the end and wonder what has it profited?
My view of heaven has certainly expanded. For so many years, as I imagined the sea of believers standing before the throne of God, I saw mostly white faces. Never again. That view has been forever altered, expanded, really. God, it would seem, had a fantastic time in His creativity as he determined what differences there would be for our exteriors. But, it would seem, He was very simple when He formed the inside. We are the same. He gave us His heart to hold inside our bodies, and for some reason that makes me feel so precious to Him, and to my new found friends. We are different, but we are His.