Pausing to breathe

Sat on the third floor of the Convention centre the noise of students chatting and laughing down below is a lot like that of a running stream.

Tonight their voices will be raised in praise and then will be whispering promises of faithfulness to the ends of the earth.

Many North Americans speak of Urbana as the point where they ‘heard’ or ‘found’ their calling to mission – be that domestic here in the US or international in the unfamiliar context of other continents.

I’ve just been asked what I will be taking away from Urbana – a little premature with over 24 hours left BUT I have a real sense of God confirming in my heart a sense of commitment to his work among students.  Nothing dramatic, nothing earth shattering, BUT a clear sense that me and my family belong in New Zealand.