People last forever.
Their eternal value, and location, were and still are of upmost importance to Jesus. Thus His irrefutable actions to ensure their redemption, if they so desire it.
With each passing year, this emphasis on the pricelessly incomparable worth of people promotes itself in my understanding.
It’s never about the places we travel, but the people we travel to.
It’s never about the weather we’re in, but the people in the weather.
Nor is it about the economies, languages, styles, or foods. While all noteworthy in their own way, such novelties are mere shadows of the more important form.
The weight and sadness I feel of saying goodbye to people I’ve known less then 72 hours is, at times, overwhelming. And beautiful. I understand more of Jesus’ groaning, Paul’s longing, and John’s heartache.
As I snapped this picture of Alexis, one of my exuberant little YWAM students, sending a letter on to Jenny via my backpack, I was reminded again of the reason I left my family for a few days this week.
Where Alexis spends eternity matters, as do those she’s being equipped to serve with the rest if her life.
Because people are the only thing you can bring with you.