I realized something recently. It should have been apparent throughout my life, and I suppose that it has been apparent, but I can put words to it.
I am passionate about God.
I love people, because He loves people. I love prayer because He loves to connect with me. I love creation because He created it.
I love the Township of Voorhees because He has placed me there. I love Philadelphia because God has sent me as a missionary to that particular city.
I am falling in love with Korean people because God has placed me in a situation in which I am surrounded by Korean people. I am starting to love dentists because God has put me in a company whose function is to reach out to dentists, to educate them and to be a support to them.
I love to travel the world because I am passionate about the things that God has placed in my heart. I love blogging because it allows me to preach the gospel on every continent without jet lag and travel expenses.
It would be really easy, over simplistic to look at my life and see me as scattered. There is a thread that holds all of these things together: a passion for Jesus Christ, the Messiah, my Father and the Holy Spirit. Sure, sometimes I’m like a kid who is high on sugar when God shows me something. Most of the time it is for later, not for now, but I am still like a kid at Christmas. I hope that I never lose that excitement.
So, there you have it. I’ve come out of the closet. I’m passionate about God.

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