We set out today to visit a small church in the network of churches in Ubon, to encourage the precious hardworking servants of God. We came to locked doors, and the neighbor said "they have gone to Korat". Another worshiper joined us and together we set out for another church. Believe it or not, that was closed as well.
It was getting long into church service time. So we decided to stop at a cafe to have a drink and pray together there. We got our coffee/tea and started to approach Father God....and suddenly we are surrounded by His Presence in a very tangible way, our friend is in tears, she prays for the crowds of friends who are caught and bound by religion and the constrictions of society and culture.
She sees them as birds in a cage unable to fly because they have been deemed unable to fly as they come from lesser academic standard. From simple laborers, or 'fishermen' less noble backgrounds. How can they fly if they have not studied how to?
I love how God so often seeks out the poor, calls the simple, even to the shame of the noble, He displays His power and His heart to the least and the lowest.
Now this bird is flying, soaring higher and higher. But she keeps on returning to this cage where her friends are still held, by believing that they are mere a chicken and not eagles. There she cries for their release and freedom to be who they truly are.
Wow! Our little cafe meeting turned into 'Heaven came down' - and we ended in laughter.
Let's not restrict Heaven.
Love Anna
It was getting long into church service time. So we decided to stop at a cafe to have a drink and pray together there. We got our coffee/tea and started to approach Father God....and suddenly we are surrounded by His Presence in a very tangible way, our friend is in tears, she prays for the crowds of friends who are caught and bound by religion and the constrictions of society and culture.
I love how God so often seeks out the poor, calls the simple, even to the shame of the noble, He displays His power and His heart to the least and the lowest.
Now this bird is flying, soaring higher and higher. But she keeps on returning to this cage where her friends are still held, by believing that they are mere a chicken and not eagles. There she cries for their release and freedom to be who they truly are.
Wow! Our little cafe meeting turned into 'Heaven came down' - and we ended in laughter.
Let's not restrict Heaven.
Love Anna
