A few days ago, I wrote about the Parade of Nations: Click Here to read. Sunday, I saw it come to life and in action.
As the service started about 200-300 people piled into the
room sat down. We worshiped. We sang. We prayed. As we prayed, I noticed a lot
of different languages being spoken – sweet. As the pastor/speaker got up to
talk, he asked, “Is there anyone from Sweden? Any Sweeds in the house?” about 7
people around the room stood up. “Any from Hungary?” One person stood up. I
thought we were just seeing how many people from different countries there
were, but instead he wanted to pray for them. He said, I just feel like I heard
God say these countries and I want to pray for you all. I just feel like God is
doing something big and moving in your countries and I want us to pray for you
all.
I turned around to see the Swedish guys standing behind me.
One just about burst out in tears, he nearly bent over crying just torn up that
God was doing something in his country. This was his country and he loves so
many people there, and to hear someone proclaim that God is doing something big
in His country.
Living in America, if someone said “God is doing and is
going to do something big in America.” We would either say, “Yeah, well duh.”
Or we’d say “Alright, cool.” None of us would probably be this torn up, this
wrecked by the idea that God was doing something big in our country. Yet, my
Swedish classmate broke down in tears in front of 300 of his newest classmates
at this idea. I want to have that passion for my country, and I want Americans
to have that passion for other countries. Just a true story I wanted to pass
on.
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