I’ve come to really appreciate my guests who stop by from afar. No doubt I’m thrilled to have readers from my home country, and it’s really good to see the UK hits up a tick or two, but it’s also really neat to see visitors come from lands whose names I have trouble even pronouncing.
Yesterday, we saw none of those. Yesterday, our readership was limited to the US and the UK.
Considering the post was about the contentious relationship enjoyed between the Catholic Church and Protestant denominations, I wonder if there is a message in here somewhere about our infatuation with the complex and arduous doctrines of the Christian faith… those none of us can ever agree on. You know, like our insistence to declare that we know every last detail of how God enacts His salvation into the hearts of sinful mortal men.
Try as I might, I cannot get a certain blind man’s story out of my mind. After Jesus healed him, the religious zealots thronged him to dissect and dismiss the miracle. The healed man tells them all that he knew, and it was enough, “I was blind and now I see.”
How silly we of Western Culture must often appear to onlookers from far away. So here is my reprieve.
I was lost and Jesus found me.
Please come back and see me Ghana… Jamaica… Senegal… Cameroon… Mongolia… Hong Kong… Kenya… Nigeria… Chile…