A Love Letter
Last night my team felt like the Lord wanted us to just intercede. So instead of going into the bars on Bangla, we sat in a Starbucks on Bangla and prayed. After a while, I got my ipod and my journal and went and sat at one of the tables outside. I turned up worship music really loud on my ipod and began to just pray for all the people that were walking by. Bangla Road looked like a totally different place when instead of hearing blaring club music, I heard worship music. I was overwhelmed with the realization that all of the people passing me were God's children. I was surrounded by...