In the close dark, I pray.
Struck by brilliant blue sky and bright sun sparkling on waves.
While fog of spiritual deception cloaks hearts and minds.
This is the most helpless I remember feeling during our sojourn across cultures.

In the close dark, I pray.
Struck by brilliant blue sky and bright sun sparkling on waves.
While fog of spiritual deception cloaks hearts and minds.
This is the most helpless I remember feeling during our sojourn across cultures.

Speaking the gospel with clarity is necessary. Crossing cultures, we learn to think about the way we share. So that it’s understood.
Distorted perceptions of the gospel put up barriers. Foster misleading rumors. Confusing those who live in spiritual darkness. Sometimes for generations.
One volunteer team encountered a false perception as they provided disaster relief.

Pigs rush en masse down the steep bank. To their demise. Leaving one madman behind.
Now clothed. Calm. Coherent. And in his right mind.
The news spreads. People come from town and countryside to see for themselves. Hear eyewitness accounts.
But their response is unexpected.
They don’t want Jesus to stay. In fact, they can’t get Him out of there fast enough.
