it takes different strokes to move the world

I had an amazing day today. Singing and jumping and being overly enthusiastic in front of 600 middle school Chinese students was incredible. Some might even say life changing. I am so exhausted now but also incredibly energized. On the way home from the YMCA camp that we were working at I took a private bus with the rest of Team USA back to our home. On the way home at a stop light, the bus pulled up next to a truck with 2 little boys in the back seat. The younger of the two boys was staring out the window and he caught my eye. Seeing that I was American he started enthusiastically waving and hitting his brother to get his attention so that he could see the bus full of Americans too. We stick out like a sore thumb and everybody notices us. At the camp the braver of the kids cannot wait to get a chance to talk with us because we speak the language that they so desperately need to learn in order to be considered successful in this culture. It is such a weird feeling, especially since we have done nothing to attract their attention- we are just DIFFERENT. It got me thinking. What if we stuck out like at home like we stick out here? Not because we look different or speak a different language or anything physical at all, but simply because we ARE different. What if people noticed us in the United States for our love for each other and our love for Jesus? Isn't that the best evangelism there is?