Since I grew up as a missionary kid in Bolivia, I feel at home when I hear the Spanish language surrounding me. I think in a way, I breathe easier when I’m in a pace of life that is as relational as it is in South America.
Medellin is known as the “City of Eternal Spring” which is ironic because Cochabamba, the city where I was born, is known as the exact same thing. Although I had never spent time in Colombia before, I knew a part of it would feel known.
After arriving on a Saturday night and spending the next morning filming, I heard a story from one of the staff of Prison Fellowship International during lunch.
He mentioned that he was watching a show a couple weeks prior and he said that it had beautiful visuals. While watching a certain scene, he couldn’t help but pause the show and admire the beautiful shot stuck in time in front of him.
He was instantly reminded of God and his creativity.
He looked at me and said, “And that’s when I started praying for you.”
He had only received my name in an email indicating that I would be the one to take video for PFI, but that didn’t stop him from praying for me personally.
His prayer was that God would use me to capture what they do in an equally impactful way and remind others of God.
Wow. For someone that talks, and talks a lot… I was speechless.
In our “connected” age, how often do we really care for the names we constantly see? If you received the name of a stranger, would you pray for them?
Although the culture, the language, and even some of the food was the same, this care and intentionality in an action of prayer for me – a stranger – really struck me.
I hope this isn’t a story I easily forget.