Light

Last night I had the priviledge of sitting in on a prayer meeting I have heard about for the last four years, but one I have never been a part of in person. The group consists of men and women who gather together to pray against human trafficking and for its victims; especially those in Vienna. It was an encouraging meeting on multiple levels. For one, I was struck by the diversity and normalicy of the people involved. I kind of had it in my mind that the people praying and going out into the streets at night would be rugged and tough. To a certain degree I am sure they are. Yet, from the outside most of them looked liked moms. (Please don't take offence to this comparison. I think moms are some of the toughest people out there. But sometimes you would not guess it just by looking at them.) But maybe that is exactly what the ladies out on the streets need.
Also, it was amazing to be in a group of people who were passionate while they prayed. It wasn't passion for the sake of passion, but rather a passion that showed total dependence on God to move and work in a very dark and dangerous world.
Finally, it was amazing to see how God is opening doors throughout Europe for his people to become beacons of hope and restoration.

All this to say, we live in a very dark world full of tragedies, but God uses normal people to be lighttowers for a restless sea, gentle candles in a world of violence and lanterns in a maze of dispair. The light comes from him. All we have to do is shine.