Last night I went to the home of some friends to meet a couple who are missionaries in a country which is completely closed to the gospel. I felt honored to meet them. Their story is fascinating. I will not share it here in order not to expose them.
Just a few hours before meeting the missionaries I heard word of the earthquake in Japan. Upon arriving at the friends home the TV was tuned to a news channel where we all kept an eye on the developing story of the tsunami. As the meeting began the TV was turned off and we prayed for the people in Japan. It felt a little surreal to me... I was in a foreign country meeting missionaries to a closed country and praying for people enduring unimaginable circumstances in one of our "neighboring" countries.
Also during the evening I had a conversation with a new friend from Haiti. She told me of her brother who was trapped for several hours in rubble following the Haitian earthquake. He was rescued by a friend who dug with whatever he could find. This felt even more surreal... I was in a foreign country meeting missionaries to a closed country, praying for people enduring unimaginable circumstances in one of our "neighboring" countries and talking with someone whose immediate family survived the last big earthquake.
I'm a long way from Kansas.