- Romans 1:7-13
daily my heart thinks and wanders back to hong kong. the sounds of the very busy and loud streets with their flashing lights and beeping crosswalks. the feeling of thousands of people running into you and cutting you off as you walk. the smell of durian fruit at the market. the amazing scenery when you climb 300+ stairs to look down and over the village you are living in. the feeling of my heart sinking as i walk past the many monestaries and the seemingly random shrines placed all over the place with freshly lit incense. the daily reminder of how derelict and depraved this world really is. the daily reminder to pray for those around you because in a city of over 7million people, the amount of those whose souls will burn in the eternal fire of hell is huge. the daily reminder to bless those who curse you and to reach out to those in need. the little old ladies whose backs are so crooked that they look like a question mark. the large amounts of homeless people and cripples who haggle for money day in and day out. all of this is not even the tip of the iceberg of what and why i miss hong kong. this doesn't even scrape the surface of the emotions that fill my very being when i think about hong kong, when something jogs my memory. hot tears pour down my face when i think of such things and theres very little i or anyone can do to cool my cheeks.
oh how i miss my little homeless lady. i hope she is okay. i pray that she is well. i pray she is getting food since i am gone. oh how i miss the random people i'd meet at the harbor while sitting and watching ferries and other commercial boats go by. i miss my indian friends at sherry-pun-jab. i miss the random people God would place in mine and buds path to minister too. i miss taking prayer walks around tseng lan shue village and i miss maria. oh how i hate that i lost her address! :( i miss grace and winton. i hope their little baby is okay! i REALLY need to write to them. oh how i long to be there with them, i long to preach the Gospel to them, i long to fellowship with my brothers and sisters of hong kong. i miss my po ying and maggie cho! i miss debbie and esther and everyone at happyland. oh how i miss my kids! i miss having cameron come over to my house, talking about the Lord, having food, watching movies and hanging out and acting "gangsta". i miss it. i complained while there because i was letting the enemy and circumstances make me lose my focus. and now that i'm back in stale old america, i realize just how alive i felt out there. just how useful i could have been. how i need to go back and fulfill the things i had hoped to do. i need to start hopes refuge. Lord, let bud's schooling go quickly. send us home to hong kong soon. my heart longs to be with them, to share in fellowship and to share in the gospel with those whom you love. agape.