Trip Story #2: The Castle
Supertramp (my friend) and I headed up to an old castle in the middle of the city one afternoon to check out the view and look at some really old rocks (mostly the view).
After about a half-marathon of hill climbing and stair stepping we reached the old castle. Not much was left of it, just walls really, but it was still pretty cool. Greek writing was inscribed on some of the stones, but unfortunately Supertramp and I were a little rusty on our ancient Greek, and we were unable to read it.
The best part by far was the view. The castle sits on a huge hill in the middle of the city, and when standing on top of the old walls you can see house after house, neighborhood after neighborhood, the city stretches on as far as you can see.
We sat on top of the old walls just looking out over the city and realizing just how impossible this job is for us. If we were to spend all our time just going from house to house and saying the word "Jesus" to people, we couldn't cover half the city. It's huge, look at it. That picture is just one side of it.
There's something freeing in realizing you can't do it. God didn't bring us here to do a job, He didn't bring us here to see results. He's not some demanding boss throwing impossible tasks on us and waiting to see our work. He's our all-sovereign God who will accomplish all His purposes.
