I decided to not go out and have lunch with my church family. Instead I came down to the local starbucks to work on my presentation for tomorrow. Geeezz, so much to do. Church was rather good today, I mean I like the messege pastor Blair was trying to get across and the conversation that followed it.
Thinking about the idea of suffering and what it means? What does shalom mean? What cripples me to be a son of God? Is it being like Christ? He is the son of God. He tells us to listent to His Son and follow. What does that mean for an immigrant like me? How do I follow? Where do I follow? Whats my role as a son of God at home with my family? A friend told me it is better to have questions than to have answers. I think Jesus did this to His desciples. When telling them parables.
I was thinking about the feeding of the five thousand. True Jesus did do a miracle and fed the 5000 at the moment. But what happens after. What happened the next day, when those people got hungry again. I can take people in to my house and feed them. Let them take a shower, get some rest, eat a meal. But what happens next? Sure I can lead someone to accept Jesus Christ as their personal savior but what happens after that? When they leave to go somewhere else. Is this what Jesus wants me to do. To lead people to pray into accepting Him. What else? There is gotta be more.


•Meditating on this•
"It is only by living completely in this world, that one learns to have faith."
~ Dietrich Bonhoffer (From a Nazi Prison. Written the day after the resistance's final plot to bring down Hitler failed.)

I don't remember if I mentioned I went to see 'The Motorcycle Diaries.' It was a good film, Ernesto Guevara wanted to change the world and the world ended changing Him. I walked away thinking, the world never changes. We are the ones that change through what we see.