We were all so touched to find that Jesus Christ was right here, at a war memorial, in 100 degree heat, in the heart of Washington, D.C. bringing strangers from different countries to that sweet spot of fellowship, related in the knowledge of Him, brothers and sisters. All the corny church stuff was happening here, unplanned, unrehearsed, and unexpected. Joy. My heart was doing flip flops. I was smiling from ear to ear. The world doesn’t understand. The Huffington Post doesn’t understand. We prayed together, with an interpreter. This was our favorite moment of our trip to Washington D.C. on the 4th of July, 2011.

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