My Bucket List
I have never really had a bucket list. But I have spent a good bit of time reflecting on the things that God has done in and through me and was surprised as I considered the past twenty-five years.
I have eaten a sheep’s eyeball and drunk fermented mare’s milk in the Steppes of Central Asia.
I have driven over the highest pass in Afghanistan.
I have had communion on the Great Wall and seen the Terra Cotta warriors of Xi’an, China.
I have seen wild game in Botswana, swum in the Indian Ocean and pulled a rickshaw in Madagascar.
I have fished for Tuna in the Arabian Gulf and eaten dog in Vietnam
I have been lost in the Medina in Marrakech, slept at the base of Kilimanjaro and seen Mt. Everest from Katmandu.
I have had a picnic on a boat in the Nile and ridden a camel between the Great Pyramid and the Sphinx.
I have walked down the street called straight in Damascus and visited the Blue Mosque in Istanbul.
I have stood at the base of the Eiffel Tower in Paris and on Mars Hill in Athens.
I have looked out of the bottom of a tanker and watched a stealth bomber attach itself in flight so it could be refueled.
As exciting as these events were these are not stories that I tell. These stories pale in comparison to the adventure that I have had in watching first hand as God showed his power in order that His name may be made great to the ends of the earth. There is nothing that compares to watching lives being transformed by the power of the Holy Spirit. Years ago God began to help me to understand that the desire of his heart was that his name would be made great to the ends of the earth and that there was no greater adventure than to be part of that. God has done immeasurably more than I could ever ask our think. The stories of God’s faithfulness have filled my “bucket list”.