Had a long, dark run starting at 5:37 this morning. I wanted to run to the Perch dam, but ended up running to the Jainti dam instead. On the way I passed through several villages and I expected peace and quiet at that hour of a Saturday morning, but no… As I approached every village a cacophony of voices over speakers met me coming from every temple and gurudvara apparently at full volume.
I wondered at us humans seeking God with such fervour and devotion. (At all hours of the day) Certainly in India there are gods galore to choose from and to be found. Still I wondered how many find satisfaction in their devotion. I remembered the day when God found me…
Acts 17″
24 “The God who made the world and everything in it is the Lord of heaven and earth and does not live in temples built by human hands. 25 And he is not served by human hands, as if he needed anything. Rather, he himself gives everyone life and breath and everything else. 26 From one man he made all the nations, that they should inhabit the whole earth; and he marked out their appointed times in history and the boundaries of their lands. 27 God did this so that they would seek him and perhaps reach out for him and find him, though he is not far from any one of us.
In all this noise I prayed a silent prayer of thanksgiving that He found me and for the road and the day ahead of me.
Keep running
Stephan
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