We drove 3.5 hours to reach the top of the mountain that borders Slovakia, where we’d been invited to share our story with a group of creatives who were mainly unbelievers. After the talk, I found myself sitting in a small group with people I’d never met before. The guy next to me opened a bag of potato chips and poured me a glass of Kofola (Czech version of cola).
And that’s my prayer for him and for all of us — that we might truly seek God and know the love of God in the depths of our hearts. Because when you encounter the love of God, you will never be the same.