Whenever I'm here, my heart breaks for the people of my country (and the world). I just sense the lostness of the world in a more poignant, tangible way. I'm really overwhelmed right now with a lot of different thoughts. On one hand, I'm so excited to be here. I got on the subway and knew what I was doing. That was a good feeling. On the other hand, I keep seeing people and looking at their broken empty faces. I almost started crying earlier.
I might just need some sleep. It's been a long day.
Spencer and I woke up at 6:30 this morning and started driving. We hit hard rain all the way up and ended up getting stranded in New Jersey when the Turnpike got shut down (because of flooding and a bridge that was out). Then the engine started smoking and we just prayed. There was a lot of prayer. Long story short, our 8 hour drive took 12.5. Then all but one other person (out of our 7 total) got stuck at RDU. And it is raining so hard. It is like a hurricane but in the winter.
I'm going to Tim Keller's church in the morning. That should be good. We met some cool people from Colorado. I'm excited about that. I'm worried about getting sick of the other 4 students from NCSU. I keep comparing this trip to last year. But it is different. I believe that that's because God planned it differently, because he wants to do different things. Satan obviously didn't want us coming up here. He's been up to no good all day. So God must have some good stuff planned. I'm pumped to see what God does.
I'm praying that I'll let God move in me. I don't want to get in the way. I want to see His Spirit fall on this city that way that the rain did today. Join with us in praying for that, okay? :)
I'll leave you with a poem my friend Tom wrote.
this week, the gothic feeling your insomniac culture gives reminded me that you are
one certain idea like no other showed me that you need and you give us people
and although these people, undead in their mind-body-soul, live around you
they hate you
there are few that call you beautiful
there might be a handful that can appreciate your looks
but they all call you home.
ages ago you were known as "the city of fools"
no one cared to give thought to the frame of your future
they never realized that they were-
the eyes
the nose
the fingertips of industrialization
my beloved
you are that heart
forgive me for once doubting you
i've realized the potential of the place i myself called..
now call
home.
the individual is the kneecaps in you
an intricate articulate syndicate of heart-work
i call myself proud to bolt the body to the ground and declare ownership
GOD
one city
the city that calls you home
and i call you the gorgeous mosaic
keep life old friend.
be safe.
Thanks Tom.
I love you guys!
I miss all my NYC friends from last year. :(
See you soon,
Caleb
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