Well here I am in Charlotte, North Carolina, finding my way in a whole new culture. And I’m here entirely on the backs of the generosity of others; firstly from the wonderful people of Forrest Hill Presbyterian Church on the North Shore, and then from the people of Forest Hill Church in Charlotte. It’s been an amazing journey just getting here, and meeting interesting people on the way. There was Jon who was returning home to Tennesse after learning how run the Zorb, a Baptist who loves rock music and Mozart – he helped the flight from Auckland to LAX to pass more quickly and pleasantly. Then there was Manny who collected me from Miami Airport; he’s a part-time Pentecostal Preacher and a chaplain; really good company at 11:45 in the night in a strange city. At both LA and Miami I was struck by the number of Spanish speaking people – Manny reckons that you’d be lucky if 1 person in 20 spoke English by choice. And someone said at least I was going to place where they spoke English – yeah maybe. So I’m finding my way in a whole new culture where everything is soooo big. Even the teaspoons are bigger than I’m used to…think Cafe teaspoons and add some.
My farewell card offered Psalm 16 as a special passage for this trip and it already is…especially verse 2 which says I said to the Lord, “You are my Master! Every good thing I have comes from you.” I started to reflect on what that meant in my life – and oh, I have so much to be thankful for, hence the early mood of this post.
I wonder if we all realise how much we depend upon the genrosity of God and His people fopr the most ordinary and quite extraordinary things? Go figure!