Foreigner

In the week and a half that I've been back in the United States, I've been thinking about what it means to be a foreigner. To the Spaniards, I'm la loca americana (crazy American). To some Americans, I'm a bit eccentric for wanting to serve in Spain -- with its unique culture and language. But as Christians, we're all foreigners in this land. I think many times we get too comfortable with the idea of the world, thinking that it's permanent.
What affected me most about this trip to Spain was seeing the sheer number of jovenes who need to hear and respond to the Gospel. Someday we Christians will go to our true Home. I can think of no greater tragedy than being in heaven and not seeing the wonderful faces of the jovenes I met this summer in Spain.
I posted the picture of grapes at the Lopez-Soto home because there is such a potential harvest in Spain. True, it may be slower in coming than other fields. But God has a plan for Spain. And while we are here -- while we are foreigners in this land -- we can respond to God's call in our lives and listen to how He wants us to bring His plans to fruition.