|Some photos of this day's Trek|
Yesterday was a bear! We started out from Richmond after praying with Pastor and we headed down Gratiot Avenue, in a Southwesterly direction. Within the half hour of us getting started... it began to rain! And boy did it rain! It did not pour but it was a steady rain for at least 4 straight hours! Just when the rain commenced we stopped and put on our rain gear and continued to walk. Although I was not getting soaked by rain water, I was sweating under my rain gear which was pretty uncomfortable but such is life!
Then after about 1:00 pm if my memory serves me correctly, the rain stopped and the sun came out! So we took off our rain gear and walked in the sun shine! Then what was wet... began to mix with the sweat from the heat of the sun and my gear began to 'rub me to wrong way!' (so to speak...)
By the time we reached our destination... 21 miles later, my toes were starting to blister along with my lower back where the pack that I was carrying, that housed the "Camel Back" water bladder that kept me hydrated was stored. What I did not know at that point was that the sores that I would attain that day, would harass me for the next week to 10 days! This day was the most testing of them all for the 2012 Trek! I guess life is that way! So I adjusted my steps and kept going. What a teacher Life is! I guess that the saying which goes ... "no pain, no gain" is true after all!
But what soothed the tension and hot spots on my feet and attitude were the folks that came to the church in Rochester at the end of the day who prayed for our City and our Neighbors! For me personally, that made the struggle worth the walk! So, to our friends who attended that prayer meeting...You have my highest admiration and thanks!!! I am encouraged in my heart of hearts, because of your intercession for those who don't have anyone to pray for them. The scary thought is, that there are multiple thousands who live all around us and not one single Christian, who knows Jesus, knows them!
Think about it! Who prayed for you before you were saved? Your Mother? Your Father? A Brother or a Sister? A Grandmother or a Grandfather? An Aunt or an Uncle? A friend? Who...? If you were born in the USA you probably had someone praying for you! But if those who were not born in a place where the Good News about Jesus is freely preached and accepted and lived out, then there is a greater chance that they, whoever they are, will not have one single person praying for them by name... simple because they don't even know that "that person" is even alive to be prayed for! It is not that folks are down right mean spirited or that they just hate 'foreigners, NO!
Just think about it! How can a person pray for someone if they don't even know that they exist? 'Hmm?' You may say to yourself! 'I have never even thought about that before!' Then we say to ourselves; 'no wonder there are not more folks within the 10/40 Window who meet Jesus and who are born again!' It is a heavy thought! What are we going to do with that one...?
As my feet are still on the ground!