the overall lasting impression from Sri Lanka: Hunger. Hunger for more of God, becoming more like the Master each day. These last few days i've felt the immense need to be alone with God seeking a touch and a word from Him. In large part I failed in that attempt thus far, failed. My prayer, my hope, my goal that tomorrow will be different.
am i solely a Jesus theorist? if i were to pose the question Jesus posed - "who do they say i am?" what answer would i receive? am i like Jesus in speach alone or are my actions in accordance with his example of living? is there fruit?
my soul is a bit mournful as i fear the answer to these questions - and wish that my hunch would be proved incorrect.
i'm plagued by noise - the freeway next door, the helicopter circling - i wish only for silence the silence that is lost in the whirlwind of the city.
i long.
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