Gotta Tell'em

This Sunday I got a chance to attend a fellowship that spoke in mostly in a different language. This was very difficult for me since, I only been in the state for a week and also I don’t know their language. It was a cross-cultural experience. I enjoyed the parts that I understood and I was taken aback by the process. It was very encouraging that the Father has given them a place and a desire to share there lives with each other. it was a small gathering. It was not as big as many fellowships I have attended in the states, but I felt that it may have been a lot more productive then some larger one. Most everyone was participating and I was trying to join along. I then was introduced as a guest and I was a bit embarrassed, but I got over it real quickly. Then when it was about to be over, one of the guest started speaking to the gathering. He went on for about 15 minutes. We the other guest finished, the leader look at me and as if I wanted to share and myself and tell my story. I was shocked! I tried in my head to figure out what I would say. My mind to me to decline the offer, but my mouth told him I would share. What was I going to share? I went with my heart and told them my story. I got to share with an audience and tell them about my Father and how he has help change me and made me a better man. How he loved me and how he adopted me and others and wants others to know him. But to do that we gotta tell’em. I’m glad I didn’t listen to my mind...

Until the Nest is Full,

Bassey