There’s a rooster crowing over and over in the distance, and the trill of another bird I don’t know. Giant storks roam in the field. The smoky aroma of cook fires and bright tropical flowers in a brighter hot sun surprise my senses. Mt. Kilamanjaro wreathed in clouds is in the distance. Dark, friendly faces greet me.
“Toto, we’re not in Kansas anymore.” (or Minnesota).
Tanzania. The surroundings are unfamiliar. Different. But God is here and remains the same.
And His Word remains the same too, but I don’t. He seems to show up as a tour guide, pointing out unseen treasures especially in new places.
There is a passage I’ve been reading every day while I’ve been traveling, praying, “Lord what do You have to say to me?” (and yes, that’s a smudge of coffee and chocolate in the picture :))
Luke 7:37-47. The Message translation. The story of the “harlot” who comes to a “Pharisee’s” house where Jesus is visiting, anointing Him with expensive perfume and her tears. The indignant Pharisee is schooled by Jesus who calls her “impressive” and points out that those who have a lot to be forgiven, will have a lot to be thankful for.
