The bands sing with unbridled passion. The speakers don't go on too long but tell you what you can do. They say we can make history.
There are at least 27 million slaves. 1.2 million children are trafficked every year. Did you know that?
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I sweat inside:
I can't do it!
Do the little you can.
But my work is out of control!
I can't even get on top of a single day.
Jesus has all authority.
I don't know why I work so hard.
What's the point?
Without love, you are nothing.
The only thing that counts is faith
Expressing itself through love.
I sat with Ken and Marcus, both Japanese. We had a great time. Fourkornerz are a new great discovery. Delirious were wonderful. John Foreman's friend Keith played Cello, incredible.
In the car, Ken asked what I would want to work on in my character. I said it was my tendency to work for too long and ruin the chance to invest time in friendships. I would proudly work on projects rather than sit with my bro and sis watching TV when I was in my teens. Now, I wish I had done - which of those evening projects bore fruit?
The answer is none. And yet I continue: fruitless evening tasks at the expense of emerging opportunities and deeper friendships and simple recharging.
Relax! some would say. Russell turns to me from the passenger seat and tells me that a book he read warns pastors that they have a tendency to overwork. Ministry should come from that place of being accepted by God. I have to keep going back there to save myself from the proud solitary wander or the blind panic of the orphan. 'God doesn't care about your exam results!" Matt Green once said to me. How reassuring...maybe He loves me instead
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