Hey, Tito. It feels weird that you’ve requested guest posts without specifying a topic. Not even an opening question. So my question becomes:
What is so important to me to say that I have to post it on someone else’s blog?
Tito, what I like about your blog is that it reminds me of my beginning-Torrey days, when sessions were short and ideas were big and the energy I felt was like a kid’s first sugary iced coffee. In Narnia. You have kept pursuing the Logos, combining a child’s innocence with the experienced perseverance of a sage. You’ve kept your wonder.
One of the things that remind me of that joy is missions. I read an account by a friend of mine who visited the Turkana nomads from the desert in the north of Kenya and how she told them about the God of the Christians for the very first time. My heart sang.
The Holy Scriptures teach us that each nation has its own angel (cf. Daniel 10:13). In the Scriptures, “nation” is ethnos, which really means “people group.” Also, each Christian has their own guardian angel, who constantly sees the face of God (Luke 18:11). I thought about this as I read about the purity of heart of the Turkana people and their way of living in the spirit of the Old Testament, so that they were prepared to receive the words of the evangelists. The angel of the Turkana people must be somewhat different than the angel of the Cherokee people, for example—embodying the finest characteristics of these people, even as they change over the years. And that angel must have been interceding for them and leading them towards God.
I wonder, at least, if these extrapolations might be valid. Angels are wonderful.
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