This afternoon I caught Hector and Pariti playing their guitars together in the common room on the second floor of the school. The students at the Bible College know only worship and praise, study and fellowship. Nearly every waking moment, the halls of this place ring with the sound of one of these endeavors. I imagine that the discovery that took place amongst the youth in the United States in the 1960s is much like the discovery that is taking place in Albania today. This Christian idea is new, like post-modernism must have seemed to those boundary-breaking baby-boomers.
Here, all people want to talk about is God and how He called you, what He has called you to do, how He has blessed you and where you saw Him last. The energy is contagious. I have never felt as connected to God through his creation as I do in this time. How blessed we are to walk a path so thoroughly prepared. Perhaps for the first time in my life I can understand much of what Paul is teaching to Titus and Timothy through his letters, where he was coming from when he interacted with Peter, and how joy-filled he was in prison. Fearless, but truly without fear, not merely reckless for the sake of nothing, that is the by-product of Christ’s sacrifice. Death has no power here.
Now is time only for song and laughter, building and building up, dreaming of flight with friends nearly forgotten. Learning a new song need have no other purpose than to take joy in the singing of it.
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