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aircraft

aircraft low over me. I like the sound. It reminds me that I am living in a big city. The small village Reinickendorf in the middle of Berlin. Not really, but rather the middle north. A little further away from all the hustle and bustle.
My exams are behind me. I graduated with a Bachelor of Theology should probably say that I know much. But what is already know. Ultimately, it came to more questions and I'm thinking back to the source, this childish, naive faith, for I had and now trying to recover. Life is good with God. He was probably larger in recent years for me.
Now I'm here. Can people tell of the God of his love, his son, hope and eternal life. I'm already re-registered
and the room is almost set. A new life begins. Who knows how long I stay here. The sound of aircraft wakes already wanderlust feelings. But come here first before it goes on. Oh, here comes again one of the pilots. I look outside. And gone is ready to land. Just like me. Wiedenest off, ready to land - in Berlin.

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I do not understand ...

I just do not understand why so little follow Jesus. Why do so many people to follow blindly the standards of this world and think that this is correct? Why do so many Christians cry on great events, "Jesus" and live again the next day as if it does not exist? The values and standards of this world I go much on the cookie. I want to learn - always more - always less so to be like the world I would have liked to or pretends to be. I want to fight and never give up. Keep running until the end. For the good, right and true stand. And that alone is Jesus Christ. I would be willing to let go more and give up what I think what is important. How much are you willing to give up? How much are you willing to give up in order to follow Jesus?
I myself do not know how much it is. But I want it to be more and more. I am longing to get up that not only individuals, but a whole group, a whole nation, an entire country. Utopian, perhaps. But not hopeless.
For hope is to last.

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Arrived

is Quiet it has become - here on my blog. But I want to break the silence around you take in some of my thoughts.

Arrived. Finally. Found a place of just feels after, after I have been searching for so long and I have been waiting for. God has surpassed what I would have ever have asked for. My head - a firework of ideas. I flourish. I'm excited, encouraged, challenged ... How long have I searched for such a peace that I now have it to me. No, of course, not everything is rosy, all very nice. You know yourself that there is such and such days. But to be in a place where you feel that you are exactly where you want gone is simply indescribable.

Arrived. In Berlin. At Teen Challenge. I work with drug-and alcohol-dependent people. Meet them on the street, in our cafe. Talk to them, give coffee, pray, play guitar, listen, tell them about God. No reservations. Jesus loves them, so I loved it out. There where no hope was to bring hope, bring us light and perspective. Many are changed by Jesus. Many do not. Some make it - some die. Joy and sadness is so close to one another - feelings are mixed up here already. Well, I have no faith that is based on feelings.
A hunger for more high rises so slowly. More to give more - not keep it to myself, but dish out, because I overflow.

Arrived. In a community. My heart beats faster again, when I think of Sunday. As much as I have longed. A congregation with which I can identify myself and where I want to bring me passionately with all my gifts. My eyes start to glow when I talk about the RESET church.
Incredible that God so blessed me. I'm just overwhelmed and totally thankful.

Angekommen.Zuhause.Ich am.