Member of the diplomatic corps
Sometimes I walk the floors of nursing homes. What bothers me the most about these facilities is the empty stares in the eyes of the residents. And the faces say it more convincingly than a thousand words ever could: “We are forgotten and insignificant!”
If you want to see masses of people, than fly to Africa, Asia or in the congested area of South America. Each one of these anonymous people observed is asking themselves the same question that we are all asking: “What is the purpose of my life?”
I remember the Presidential campaign of Jesse Jackson in 1988. A full stadium. 30,000 fists held up. And everyone screaming: ”I am somebody!” The black politician from southern America was completely right: we are all somebody. We count and we even have a remaining significance. This life purpose has no connection with our skin color, our bank account and the number of thumbs up on our Facebook page.
Today my lecture tour begins through Germany, Austria and Romania. Just like 2,150 times before, I will describe the story of Diospi Suyana as a life experience with God. Throughout the years I have seen my own life more and more as an ambassador. A long time ago, Paul wrote to a small group of Christians in Asia Minor: “As an ambassador of Christ we call you in the name of God: be reconciled with God!”
Because God loves us, that’s why our life has lingering significance. And becuse we are underway in his name, we are permitted to be counted as diplomatic Corps of heaven. I am somebody through the power of Jesus Christ. This sentence can count for each one of us, whether we go to school or are already in a nursing home./KDJ
