Thursday morning before Easter, I woke up to an email from my mom tell me about how my older brother had decided to turn to Christ and that he would be baptized this Sunday. Tears of Joy filled my eyes as it was a day that we had waited for a long time. After the initial joy came some seeds of doubt and fear to actually believe and hope. Part of me wondered if it was real and could I really just rejoice. But that doubt was quickly met by the reminder that rang in my ear, “I AM ABLE”. Did I believe it? Yes I did, God IS able. What seems at times impossible to man is possible to God. It is a truth that we need to just freely hand on to. That is what we celebrated this Easter. We celebrated a risen Lord who is able to bring us back to God, no matter how far away we have run. It would have been great to have been there with my family to watch this baptism, but we were here on the other side of the world rejoicing alongside them. Glory To God!
- I spent the week with Cecil, making the drink that is traditionally made here on Easter by Catholics and Christians and then passed out the neighbors
- Sunday Morning we woke up really to worship in at a sunrise service
- We then shared breakfast together with our church
- The afternoon was spent with our host family out in their village, eating together and resting in the heat of the day
- The day ended with a Skype call to my parents to celebrate all that God had done for our family this Easter