It's a Small World After All

I was recently (yesterday) at the Passion Concert in Kyiv, which was wonderful by the way.

And i was walking around, seeing random people i'd met through different churches, through the prayer conference which was the weekend before...and someone i went to university with in Canada.

All of the sudden i hear my name, and this familiar looking girl walks up to me.  i'm sitting there, thinking, how does she know me, and i know i know her, but from where?

then it hits me!
my senior year of university, i started feeling a call to go to Ukraine.  there were many "signs" that i saw that it was a call on my life BEFORE that year.  my father's ancestors lived in ukraine for a time, i grew up around Russians/Ukrainians, even though i never talked to them...
but after I had decided that I would try Russia/Ukraine, i remember having tea with a friend.  She herself was Ukrainian, although i never knew it because her english was perfect with anything but that russian accent.  she put all of the articles "a", "an", and "the" in the proper places.  and anyway, i didn't know what ukrainians were supposed to look like, so she looked like a regular canadian to me.

anyway, so we had tea together, and she told me a little about ukraine and where she was from, which was a place of course, i'd never heard of.

so, it was this friend, 6 years later that i ran into, who was calling my name.  isn't the world small after all?

so, something a little less spectacular, but still makes the world feel small...
at the Passion Concert, many people from the International Church helped with directing people and crowd control.  i met one such person while i was chatting with a friend.  it turns out, he's from a town about 20 minutes from where i grew up.  i played sports against his school.  we graduated the same year and had some mutual acquaintances. 

again, the world is small, and our God is much bigger.