Something as unique and special as entering the home of a Maasai warrior as a special guest seems trivial to me now. All I see are people. People who are lost and looking for a way home to God. The farther away you get from home, the closer it is I feel to what was left behind; the more people of worldly cultures I meet only goes to paint on portrait displaying the unity of humanity. No, God is not transforming my worldview but rather showing me clearly what was always in front of my eyes.
We are the same.
Knowledge of this does not come from books of man and careful study, No, the answer lies in the eyes of our international compatriots. Their souls filled with the yearning forsomething greater, a yearning that can be felt in the very walls of the Maasai homes I have entered.
Grace comes to those who humbly accept the contract written in the blood of a timeless Word, and resurrection resides in service through faith to the unseen creator of reality forever and ever. Let us give thanks for who we are, where we are, and when we are for God gave us balance in all aspects of life in order that we could fully live for Christ no longer subject to sin’s conviction of guilt.
Serve till you can serve no more with no expectation of earthly reward, for our triumph will come only in heaven. Service though love requires no reciprocation from mankind because it is not mankind who we serve.
