I stumbled as I transfered my stance from the risors to the stage. My eyes that percieved the floor beneath me did not recognize the message for me to walk, was that stage black, or was i stepping into blackness? I quickly regained my balance. I don't think anyone noticed. One foot ahead of the other... if I could just get to that room... I didn't look at their faces. They congratulated a performance - but that's not what it was. Suddenly I was there, only I couldn't find a spot. I settled for a small green table, and fell to my knees. Prayer consumed me. The air in the room was so thick, you could feel it. I attempted to speak english, to make out some comprehensible words of praise, but to no avail. The tounges were too strong, I knelt against the small plastic table, briefly opened my eyes and witnessed my tears land on a flyer for The Call.

Dear Lord, please break our hearts from what breaks yours. I will go the distance. Where you call I will follow and I pray that you tug at the hearts of the others to recognize what you are calling them to do. To standout. To make a difference. To be uncomfortable.