This past weekend I got the amazing opportunity to travel to California with my soccer team to play a couple schools and explore some of the West. While we were out there, we rode in two 12-person vans that were packed with 22 people, all of our book bags, all of our soccer stuff, and all of our usual necessities… tight quarters. I got the chance to sit by one of my fellow Juniors whom I have recently grown into a pretty close relationship with and it’s a type of relationship that I’ve been looking for: One that’s grown and founded on the basis of Jesus and different passions of ours. We had been talking in the van about how the cultures out west were different than those in the southeast and my teammate I was sitting with had expressed how much the environment looked like those in Mexico that she had gone to. She also knows some Spanish and had been designated as our interpreter if needed for the Spanish music station, and we were talking a little about her trip to Mexico and she leaned to me and said how on that trip she realized that God doesn’t just speak English. I had to kind of take a step back myself and really soak in what she had just said because I had never thought of it that way. God doesn’t just speak English, God speaks all languages. God isn’t American, but He is of all nationalities. And it’s not that I necessarily thought that God just speaks English or I thought of God as an American, I just made that connection between myself and Him to make Him seem more like me and closer to me when in reality, He is so much more.
I thought about what my teammate had said all night and all during our first flight as we flew from San Jose to Denver for our connecting flight to Atlanta, and I looked out the window and saw all these houses, all these farms, all these cars, all these cities… full of people that I don’t know. Whose stories I don’t know, whose names I don’t know, and most likely which I’ll never know. And it hit me that I have no idea how God has touched their lives. I have no idea how God has worked in and through all the people who I’ve flown over in the past four days. Not only that, but I know God IS working in and through those people… the same God that I’m worshipping and praising in Georgia, the same God that’s working in and through me in Rome, Georgia, is working in and through Sally Mae in Colorado or Mary Lou in Nevada.
Because no matter how big I think God is, He is always going to be bigger. No matter how good or loving or perfect I think He is, He is always more than I can even imagine. God isn’t just in America, He is in all nations, all seas, in all people whether we see it or not. God isn’t just in Georgia or Alabama or California, He’s currently, RIGHT NOW THIS SECOND, working in every inch of every city, every state, every nation, every sea!!! God doesn’t just speak English, He speaks all languages because He is in all people and is with all people. And I just think that is the most amazing thing ever.