The grace of the Lord Jesus Christ and the love of God and the fellowship of the Holy Spirit be with you all. (2 Corinthians 13:13)
Just outside Chennai, India, a throng of curious villagers followed us hut to hut. White people were a novelty, and everybody wanted a greeting or handshake. In the press around us it was impossible to engage the full beauty of each soul.
A ten-year-old boy in rags cradled a leaf over an O shape made with his finger and thumb. He slapped the leaf and it burst apart with a loud pop. I motioned for him to teach me his art, and he adopted me as his disciple of popping. A bond was forged in that simple moment.
Later, I saw a man, presumably the boy’s Hindu father, pull the lad out of the crowd listening to my gospel presentation. I prayed the small, wordless interaction between us had been enough for the Holy Spirit to move the boy toward Christ.
The wonder of the fellowship of God’s love is that it is so individualized. It’s like I’m the singular child in the wide universe. Only an unimaginably big God whose name is Love can accomplish this feat for the sixty billion souls who have trod this earth.
I was only able to share a taste of fellowship with the Indian boy, and, in the same way, I’ve only had trickles of God’s love slip down my throat. Yet, his Spirit is so potent it spreads inside me until I’m changed into a new kind of person—one touched by his personal friendship.
Prayer: Beautiful triune God, may your fellowship be with me today.