I have been back for over a month now. I really enjoy being back.
I have had a lot of time to consider the things I learned in Thailand. In a way, I put pressure on myself to have had to learn something specific, something that would keep people's attention, yet not be untruthful or over dramatic. So as I have set some type of expectation for myself, I found myself not really wanting to process anything.
I have a more educated and open view of what justice and injustice are. I have a visual picture of those who, because of poverty, have had to make decisions that we would never think to be an option.
I didn't expect to have the perspective I have now. It is actually pretty opposite from the one I had before. But it really excites me because I see the things I have learned these past few months as a brush stroke of paint on a slightly painted canvas. I am not too sure what the picture will look like in the end, even though I might have some idea because different shapes and colors are beginning to form, I am completely aware that at any moment a white can of paint might be thrown onto the canvas and a new picture might began to form.
I really want to say thank you for those of you who prayed for me and the people of Thailand. It really is a selfless thing to do and as I am writing this I am thinking maybe that’s why it’s such a struggle sometimes, at least when it come to praying for other people.
I encourage anyone who is reading this to ask themselves what it means to serve a God who hates injustice and is just. Maybe even starting with what it means to serve God. I know I am still asking myself that.