Hey Friends, This weekend I’m speaking at an event for Hillsong United in Miami. It has me reminiscing about a trip I took to Australia a few years ago to attend a similar event in Sydney. Here’s some journaling/blogging I did from that visit. Wish I could have taken some friends from the States along to enjoy this incredible time.
I’m on a 747 on my way to the Land of Oz… tralia. They’re about a half a day ahead of us so I’ll be losing time as I travel. It’s a LONG flight from Atlanta but it’s going to be a great trip!
A couple of years ago I met the guys from Hillsong United at a music festival. Aside from being really cool guys, they are also passionate about following Jesus and loving the poor. Joel Houston, one of the leaders of the worship band has become a bit of a friend (or “mate” as they call them in Australia) and worked it out for me to come and speak at their annual youth event, Encounterfest. I’ve only been out of the country a couple of times and this is definitely the farthest from home I’ve ever been (I mean- you can’t really get much farther… unless you wanted chill with Adele penguins in Antarctica)
I don’t know how many of you have a passport. Mine just has a couple of stamps in it. People joke about your passport picture — how the customs agents have to squint when they look at your picture to see the resemblance because the pictures are typically so bad and distorted (think of what you look like before a sneeze… yeah). Your passport is a record of where you’ve been, shows where you’re from, and where you want to go. When you go through customs you have to state the purpose for your journey. It’s an interesting allegory for real life and our reputations. We’re the traveler, the Holy Spirit our companion and our friends and acquaintances the customs agents. We need to be prepared to ask ourselves if we’re really who we say we are. If someone were to “stamp” where we’ve been, either in our heads or literally, would it be consistent with where we say we want to go and the purpose for our journey? Would the places we’ve gone be considered honorable? Would our “passport” match up with who we say we want to be?
Looking forward to seeing what God does this weekend in Miami. Until then, I’ll catch you mates later!