Connected.

Have you ever though about how your life depends upon the fact that the moment that you send that text or your Macbook/iPhone makes that “whoosh” sound that indicates an email has been sent, the reply is almost instant. No matter where you are, you are connected with your loved ones.

When you live at the intern house, you find out the definition of the word disconnected. It’s a total dead zone. No internet or mobile network. You have to sit in the yard with the hordes of mosquitoes just to get mediocre internet, and sometimes your phone doesn’t even connect at all.

In Kenya, it can be very difficult to get ahold of someone. No one emails anyone back, and seldom are phone calls answered. If you need to contact someone imminently, you just have to walk to their house.

How often are we disconnected from God? Do you answer God’s calls? How many times has God had to literally come knocking at your door before you finally acknowledge his presence in your life?