A passion of my past

Lately I have had some very interesting occurances in my life. The other day while out and about taking some pictures with a few colleagues/friends, we ran across a mormon missionary. She heard us speaking English in the streets and was so excited she turned around and caught up with us. We did the small talk thing and found out where she was from, she said Federal Way, WA, which is near my home territory, so we kind of talked about that for a few minutes. After that she began to sort of begin her learned lessons about churches, religion, and Christianity as a whole. Unfortunately, we didn't have much time to talk to her about things, simply because we had somewhere we needed to be. About two days later I was walking up the stairs in the dormitory and two other mormon missionaries were coming down. We briefly chatted, but it was late and they needed to get back home to get some sleep, etc. All of this has caused me to remember my experiences at George Fox on those serve trips to Salt Lake City, UT when I learned a lot about the LDS faith and gained a lot of compassion for these people. With all that said, it is exciting to know that we have true freedom and the free gift of God's grace. It is reassuring to know that we are made perfect in God's sight because Jesus has paid the price for all of our sins, and I know that my perfection is not based on what I can do or the deeds that I have accomplished, but simply on believing and following Jesus -- and that is a refreshing thought!