Once, I wanted to be the greatest.
I thought so many things were black and white.
I crossed the ocean to serve God,
but I learned that most things were a bit more complicated than I'd thought.
I wasn't allowed to re-enter a country that had begun to feel like home because the authorities feared my religion, and felt that I might pose a political threat (sounds a bit familiar, doesn't it?). Others faced persecution because of the gospel I had shared with them. It felt like my fault.
I wondered if God was good.
I found out that I was more loved than I had ever understood.
And this is the story I share in my book. But it's the kind of story that most of us have - about the moment when your childlike faith became complicated, the moment you realized that your perspective on the world was woefully limited, the moment when God's grace became real to you.
If you have a story, will you share it? And if you want to hear the rest of mine, here it is: cultural critique, love story, travelogue, spiritual coming of age. Thanks for celebrating its release today with me.