So I have officially been in America for 12 days, 8 hours, 32 minutes, and a few seconds. Being back has been quite interesting to say the least. Returning to my home city and catching up with people has reminded me of how far God has brought me over the past two years. I feel kinda like a fish out of water here in America but have enjoyed seeing old friends and family. Just wanted to share a few thoughts with youon my time back in the States…

Consumption:
I have probably gained five pounds in two weeks simply because of the amount of food I have been served and that is available. My fridge in Asia never has much food in it but here at my parents house its like a grocery store. And with my lack of discipline and joy of eating bacon, sweets, and breads its evident that I am needing to get back on the exercise track! It seems that the more you have available to you the more likely you are to form bad habits. I have even watched more TV than ever and I can see how easily it can suck you in. With great blessings also come great temptations and it seems I can understand Israels wanderings from God in the midst of great blessings and returning in the midst of hardship.

Caring:
I am still impressed with the generosity of Americans to give to a cause. Whether its the situation in Haiti, the local soup kitchen, or funding missions Americans always rise to the challenge. Americans have given more during this situation in Haiti than any other crisis ever. Even in the middle of this global economic crisis it shows that people respond when disaster strikes regardless of their financial situation.

Community:
A dear family and one of my faithful supporters had a crisis last week where they lost a loved one in a tragic accident. What I experienced through this was remarkable. I saw people respond instantly with radical love and embrace this family in their time of need. The scripture weep with those who weep took on skin for me over the past week. It was the first funeral that I had to speak at and the presence of God was so evident. I have often said that Americans are individualistic and Asians understand community more. My perception was my reality but not the reality. I am grateful for what I have experienced through my brothers and sisters during this short time I have been here. Grateful for the body of Christ.

Like the old song says. “I am proud to be an American” but beyond that I am honored to be a part of the global body of believers embracing this world with love and compassion despite our faults and issues.