About a month has gone by and gone by fast. By this point I can understand (most) accents and when someone asks if I'm queing up, I can let them know if I'm in line or not. Not to mention the fact that a whole summer's worth of work is gone with no tan line whatsoever to show for it. So now it becomes more than a vacation. I'm studying and writing papers and learning what I can, especially from the culture around me. I want to soak it all up. I ride the bus and I get my groceries in the city (sometimes at a farmer's market). I know my favorite restaurants and where I'm going to go to get coffee, a milkshake, a crepe, or a scone.
Last night Jess and I went to the Queen's University Christian Union, which is basically the equivalent of Crew on our state campuses. I am just always taken aback when I remember this is not a different Jesus. These college kids in Belfast, N.I. are singing to the same Jesus I do when I'm at home, and I'm singing to the same Jesus now that my family and friends are singing to at home. It's at that moment that the world seems very large, and home with the people I know and love seems a million miles away. Yet, God is bigger than that distance. It gives new meaning to the words "He's got the whole world in His hand."
What are mere mortals that you are mindful of them,
human beings that you care for them?
You made them a little lower than the angels;
you crowned them with glory and honor
and put everything under their feet. (Hebrews 2:7-8)
A largely insignificant collection of musings and travelings that hopefully amount to slightly more than white noise... but being a white and noisy person that may be hard to help.
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