I had great plans for what I would write about in my next blog, but something happened that I cannot ignore. At church today, we sat in the balcony, behind Indians, beside Koreans and Americans, and I was served communion by an African. Our family has been going to SIBC for more than two years, and I’ve always appreciated the “international-ness” of the church, but today I realized how much God has done to bring us together.
Do you realize the incredible gift we have? The miracle that God has wrought in bringing us together? In some cases, our ancestors fought wars against each other or exploited and abused each other. As we sang “Amazing Love,” I cried, amazed by God’s love in us and through us. We – from such different backgrounds, cultures and languages – are united in our praise of the Almighty God, knit together as brothers and sisters because of his love. What a miracle!
As I sang, I knew that God was giving me a tiny glimpse of eternity. The crowds will be bigger, and the singing will undoubtedly be louder and more magnificent, but this is a small slice of heaven, and one that I will treasure as we prepare to return to the United States.
“After this I looked and there before me was a great multitude that no one could count, from every nation, tribe, people and language, standing before the throne and in front of the Lamb.” (Rev. 7:9)