We finally left Dallas after multiple delays on Friday evening. The flight from Dallas to São Paulo was over 10 hours long. We arrived in São Paulo at 11:00 in the morning, bleary eyed but excited to get started, and that's exactly what we did! 
What humility it brings me to once again be those beautiful feet! After a long delayed flight, after being so tired I cannot think straight, after hearing my stomach grumble begging for food. I still cannot help but focus on these beautiful people. So full of life and joy. But still needing something. Whether it be love, we will pray God will grant it, if it be food let us pray God sends us, if it be hope lets us sow those seeds. There is no greater joy than seeing joy in the darkest of places. Seeing the gospel as Jesus did, and thinking back at how we've missed it all along. True joy is certainly not found in wealth, possessions, or status. But it is found even in smallest of seeds.
Seeing the gospel without it being dressed up almost makes it unrecognizable. It's not always the prettiest of things either. Churches don't look the same, wants don't look the same, and most of all the way we view the character of Jesus will never be the same. One scripture that has stuck out to me throughout the day is this, "and the King will say, 'I tell you the truth, when you did it to one of these brothers and sisters, you were doing it to me!" (Matthew 4:40)
Whatever breaks the heart of Jesus should break ours. It's the moments you look into a child's eyes, and although you may never see them again. You're prayer is that they have a long and beautiful life. Even if they never make it out of that slum, you know that God is going to give them water so that they never thurst, that you will one day see them again in heaven, and they will recognize your face. This untamed, unbridled gospel is a way that many will never know. But once you do, it's call is irresistible.
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