Fourteen Americans wearing the same kind of T-shirt climbed
onto the already crowded bus. The first thing people saw were
our bright-green shirts that said Destiny. We
were a mass of pale foreigners on our way to a language school
to teach English. It took no time at all for the bus to become
packed with human cargo. This particular bus was noisier than
others that we had been on. I am not sure who started to sing
You Are My All in All. It started out as a whisper
through the bus. Probably only one or two of the passengers
could understand our language, but by the middle of our song
they could understand the language of our hearts as our voices
were lifted in praise. Everyone was silent as we sang. I could
feel Gods spirit sweeping through the bus. I witnessed
His power on a simple bus ride.