It threatened to rain most of the day yesterday. Through the clouds I saw both the sunrise and the sunset through my rearview mirror as I drove to Santa Barbara and back. As long as I'm headed somewhere I want to be, I like driving. It gives me time to think and listen to music. The best time to talk to me on the phone is when I'm driving. You can have all of my attention.
In Santa Barbara I had lunch with someone who's story I was eager to hear more of. In the late 90's he and his wife read a TIME magazine article about the growing AIDS pandemic in Africa and decided they had to do something. Driven by their conviction and a clear sense that God was inviting them in, they moved to South Africa in 2001, taking their 3 young kids with them. Their story blossoms from there as they put one foot in front of the other. He could have talked for hours about the beauty and tradgedy their were emersed in and the ways that God redeemed lives and broke systems of racism, hatred, poverty, and despair. I am forever inspired by what happens when someone allows their heart to break for the things that break God's heart breaks for. It seems this is where the really good stories always start.
Break my heart.
