Stop correcting "i"The smell of burnt coffee beans fills the air. I can hear buzzes of cellphones, murmurs of friends talking in line- and the occasional whoosh of the expresso machine. As I look out the small coffee shop window I see a diverse city, a puzzle of God's wonderful creation. This week I have had the opportunity to connect with many people, all in different part of their life. Conversations have ranged from embarrassing subway stories, to struggles within the health care system, to future hopes and dreams. I answered the question, 'Where is Maine?" so many times this week I can not keep count. We are currently partnering with the Salvation Army in Harlem, New York. During the day we help at a food kitchen- mainly creating relationships with the community; loving them and praying for them. In the afternoons I help in a classroom of 1st graders, their teacher being another young college student. She is currently in school to be a lawyer...
A Chinese international exchange student who just so happened to be my neighbor in the dorms. Passing him in the hall one day I excitedly blurted out, “Hey! You should come to New Orleans with us.” A week later he had signed up and was beginning to fundraise. Through out the week he grappled with questions concerning his faith. Upon returning to UMF he received an E-mail from a former teacher who wrote to him “God has blessed you tremendously.” Coming from a community of communism in China, this message was unexpected and out of the ordinary. It was at this moment that it clicked for Bill, that Jesus was calling him into a relationship. He knocked on my door a few minutes later, with a smile so big I thought he won the jack pot-only to find out He so totally did! It was then that he fully committed his life to Jesus and was excited to continue amongst a group of fellow Christian peers.
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