God.

God. Yahweh. Jehovah. Yeshua. Abba. I am. So many names for GOD.

I have no "ideas about God" after my trip. Who is God? I can tell you, he is not a westernized spirit who remains dormant until Jesus returns.

I did not realized I had God in a box. I did not realize I had a "simple" view of God... until Zimbabwe. I thought I had a rather large box for God; powerful, jealous, omnipotent, in control, yet loving, compassionate, merciful. I thought I allowed God room to move... some space to stretch his arms a bit. See the problem was... it was still a box. It was still a small idea of what my brain could wrap around. It was still limiting God to this picture of humanity without awe.

I heard stories. Stories of powerful signs and wonders. I read about them. I mean, just read the first church in Acts. Stories. That is all they were. Fun things you tell around the campfire. Might have happened once, sometimes twice, but not today. Sure, God could still do it... he just chose not too! See, I believe we all feel this way, but being the "good Christian" no one will admit they have a low view of God, or that their is disbelief. "No! Not me, never."

God did things in Africa that don't fit into my "idea of God". I saw things, felt things, experienced things, said things, did things, heard things... none of which fit with what I knew or thought about God.

I'm still in the "processing" stages. People at work keep trying to get me to tell them about my trip and what happened; yet words seem to cheapen what happened. I feel that words are inadequate, and I rarely feel that way. I can't describe it, because I can't wrap my brain around it yet. I told my missions mama, Diane, that I miss being around the team because then I can just say "wow" and the people around me understand the grandeur of that word.

God. Yahweh. Jehovah. Yeshua. Abba. I am. So many names for GOD.