I am well into the last week of my first month here.It has been quite a
journey.It is quite a strange feeling working in a situation where you are
working in an entirely new paraphenalia just getting used to the system and
the ways.It has been different.For one I am getting to know a side of
England I did not know existed although if one were to follow the history
closely one would expect it to be so.I got to know a new term this last
week.The term was 'evacuee'.This word has been mentioned so many times
in my interaction with people ,I was shocked by it at first.We have the
population who were the 'evacuees' of the two world wars.One gentle lady
told me that she was evacuated when she was five years old and noone ever
came back to collect her after the war was over.Another gentleman told me
that he was evacuated to Wales,he was eleven then and that is how he learnt
to speak Welsh.One would think they are the British and have lived an easy
life.
When I just lay back and think this whole world war thing through,it all
seems so very ridiculous now,however when men lose reason they
completely lose it.A ninety eight year old lady asked me to pray for her
even as she was fighting her sky high sugar levels.When I asked her whom
should I pray to she says'God'.She told me in so many words,'Pray to your
God'.I told her my God was Jesus.She gently whispered'Same here'.I prayed
a short prayer even as I found myself reduced to tears....it felt so sweet and
wonderful to be able to pray together with someone who had seen more
than double of the life I had been through.One sees history unfolding every
day here.It runs deep.
One thing I have learnt during my short time here,no we are in no way hard
off.We have not suffered more,we are by no means the better people
because we have chosen to do what we are doing.We need to come off our
high horses and repent before God from the heart .When He comes
again we might be in for the biggest surprises of our lives.As it was
before ,He will find the pearls in 'what the world thinks as most unlikely of
places'.Forgive me Lord, for making you as small as my mind with it's
many fold perception is.
journey.It is quite a strange feeling working in a situation where you are
working in an entirely new paraphenalia just getting used to the system and
the ways.It has been different.For one I am getting to know a side of
England I did not know existed although if one were to follow the history
closely one would expect it to be so.I got to know a new term this last
week.The term was 'evacuee'.This word has been mentioned so many times
in my interaction with people ,I was shocked by it at first.We have the
population who were the 'evacuees' of the two world wars.One gentle lady
told me that she was evacuated when she was five years old and noone ever
came back to collect her after the war was over.Another gentleman told me
that he was evacuated to Wales,he was eleven then and that is how he learnt
to speak Welsh.One would think they are the British and have lived an easy
life.
When I just lay back and think this whole world war thing through,it all
seems so very ridiculous now,however when men lose reason they
completely lose it.A ninety eight year old lady asked me to pray for her
even as she was fighting her sky high sugar levels.When I asked her whom
should I pray to she says'God'.She told me in so many words,'Pray to your
God'.I told her my God was Jesus.She gently whispered'Same here'.I prayed
a short prayer even as I found myself reduced to tears....it felt so sweet and
wonderful to be able to pray together with someone who had seen more
than double of the life I had been through.One sees history unfolding every
day here.It runs deep.
One thing I have learnt during my short time here,no we are in no way hard
off.We have not suffered more,we are by no means the better people
because we have chosen to do what we are doing.We need to come off our
high horses and repent before God from the heart .When He comes
again we might be in for the biggest surprises of our lives.As it was
before ,He will find the pearls in 'what the world thinks as most unlikely of
places'.Forgive me Lord, for making you as small as my mind with it's
many fold perception is.
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