It’s been a long day on the heels of a long night on the heels of another long day. But a few hours ago our jet finally dropped below the clouds and sped over the sprawl of the night lights that is Sao Paulo, sinking lower and lower until the wheels touched down on the runway with a light bump.
I gulped back tears at the immediate flood of peace that washed over me. The sense of purpose and opportunity is so strong here that it’s palpable. I can feel the pleasure of God to bless these people He loves so much. I can also feel their hunger in the air, taste the hope that swirls and dances on the breezes.
About twenty of us experienced the 12.5 hour delay and spent the night scattered on the hard floor in the airport in Atlanta. Delta couldn’t fix the maintenance issue so we could leave earlier, but they did a good job plying us with snacks, blankets and pillows, comfort kits, bottles of water, hotel vouchers if we wanted them, 15,000 extra air miles, and a plethora of apologies. We arrived in Sao Paulo too late to join the rest of the ministry team here this evening. That’s disappointing, but we were all tired and in desperate need of showers, water, food and deep rest. The night off is best for us, because the pace here is rather vigorous most of the time. It is 9:00pm, which is only 7:00pm in my time zone, and I can barely keep my eyes open.
Tomorrow we plunge into the normal pace of ministry here, eager to see God’s goodness and power manifest for those hungry to see it.
It’s gonna be great.