I know its been a while since I posted anything. It is not due to any bad turn of events in my life, but on the contrary, life has been good. I am still struggling in various ways with Korean life (like their fierce and vocal judgment of anyone over a size 2 and the way they walk ridiculously slowly down the streets). But I am actually doing really well. I really appreciate my church. It’s not perfect, and I know that. But I really like it. I’ve never been a member of a church this charismatic. They aren’t speaking in tongues from the pulpit or anything, but the way the pastor talk about prayer, or even visions would probably make some of my Westminster buddies uncomfortable. But honestly, I need it. I am so thirsty for the God’s work in my heart, in my life, that I gladly welcome a strong faith in the power of the Holy Spirit in our lives today. Not that my reformed buddies don’t believe in the power of the Holy Spirit, but that too often the power that we so adamantly declare on paper is not given a prominent place in our daily lives. I am above all guilty of this. While my doctrinal theology of prayer is good (or at least I think so!) it hasn’t infiltrated my life. Do I pray like I can move mountains? Does the Holy Spirit’s intimacy fill me with wondrous chills when I approach the throne of God Almighty? When life’s ups and downs come, do I turn to the fountain of Wisdom for counsel? I confess here that I have a weak view of God. I have a weak view of His power. Of who He is. Of what He is doing. Lord forgive my unbelief!
I live near a long thin park called Parque Forestal. It's really quite a nice park and it has a long stretch of a lane for riding bikes or jogging. And since I have a fear of riding bikes in this city, I jog. It's really pleasent. I usually listen to radioDisney on my mp3 player and jog along to Jonas Brothers, Beyonce, or Julieta Venegas. Great stuff. Yesterday on my jog I noticed that the trees were beginning to change. Fall has finally arrived and I am glad for the change. But as I was jogging through the falling leaves, I began to think about how much I like fall. And I had this special moment when I realized that I want to be here in Santiago, jogging through this park for many falls to come. After the past few weeks of cultural adjustment being a little more painful than normal, this was a nice thought to have.
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