Sitting on the plane that day.
I looked out the window, and thought about everything that made me wonder.
I thought about eternity.
And infinity.
I thought about the adventure that lay ahead of my class.
Of the people we would encounter.
The people we were gonna pray with.
The lives we were gonna touch.
All because Jesus first found us.
And at that moment, I turned my head towards my friends across the aisle.
And I gazed out their window as our plane took off.
New York City.
We're on our way.
To the left and the right, the plane swayed.
As it leaned left, I caught a glimpse of all the houses we were leaving behind.
I saw the clouds and the city and the people.
To the right.
I caught a glimpse of the most magnificent sky.
So blue. The sun- so bright and majestic.
And at that very moment in time, I came to the realization that the same God who created this beautiful sun and sky,
the same God who was keeping us up in the air thousands of feet above ground,
the same God who created every aspect of physics and science so that planes could be invented,
was the same God who called us to go to New York.
It was the same God who was going to save us from a derailed subway.
It was the same God who was going to keep us safe at Penn station.
It was the same God who would guide us from apartment to apartment in Brooklyn, witnessing.
It was the same God who was going to lead us to a Korean church to be Jesus to children.
This same God- loved us enough and found us worthy enough to do His work in NYC.
It was at that moment that I knew an adventure was about to begin.