Moz 3

So I’m not in the mood to write the entire account of the rest of my trip to Mozambique. Let’s just say it was fun. Spent days on the beach or reading in a cute little coffee shop, trying to avoid skin cancer. One afternoon we ate at this local restaurant where we had portugese chicken. All the meals had the same price and, no matter what you wanted, if you told them, they would get it for you the next day. Prawns, chicken, calamari, fish, all the same price… This once girl asked for bread with her chicken instead of rice. We saw the waiter going out to the market and returning a little later with a loaf on a plate. One girl asked for only a salad, which turned out to be tomato slices with onion slices on a normal sized plate. When it came to eating utensils each person got a fork and only one knife between the seven of us. Apparently the restaurant only had one knife. It was sweet and an entirely new cultural experience. Was the yummiest rice ever.

So I’ll type if I remember other particular occasions. Other than that it was an awesome trip. I have to commend the girls I went with. They turned out to be the most real, friendly and open people I have ever met. Christians to the core. I started thinking about Christianity and how we differ from the world. And I just realize, as the Bible states, it’s our actions that count. You can go to church 5 times a week and pray 4 hours every night, if your actions don’t differ from the world, it makes no difference. People need to see that we are different. In the way we work, in our relationships, in how we handle conflict, how we handle people, how we handle difficult situations. These are all the things that make us different and set us apart from the world. If no one can tell you’re different then it doesn’t matter what you do in your quiet time. And these girls were different. You could see it. They were different from the world, but inviting and non-judgemental. Willing to learn, make friends, and get to know and spend time with anyone we met on the trip, but maintaining their standards. I sometimes think the way we make people feel through our actions and more important than anything else. If they remember you, if they think of you, do they think of God? Do they remember God? Do they see God?