August 2, 2026
Sunday.
One of the sweetest parts of traveling to new places is meeting brothers and sisters in Christ. We don't even need to share a language in order to enjoy a common bond.
Hearing believers worship God in their own language and joining them in fellowship reminds me just how beautifully the gospel unites us. I'm continually inspired by the people who serve God faithfully, when their work remains unseen and receives no applause, and when sometimes they don't even see results or much fruit. (I think about my time on the Indian reservations and how that work is often overlooked, but man, the Christians there are some of the most dedicated people to God.) Observing this perseverance leaves a lasting impression on me and deepens my appreciation for the beautiful family God is building around the world in places many people will never see.
Wing's dad is another example of this dedication. He's been faithfully preaching to the believers for years. I really enjoyed this church experience in Japanese.
Natsuho and a sister from the Philippines at church.
Wing interpreted for her dad.
Afterwards we enjoyed a lunch together. Some men came earlier in the morning to prepare the food.
Later, I took a walk.
Vast vineyards (even some in peoples' backyards) and surrounding mountains create the idyllic beauty of Yamanashi Prefecture.
I liked seeing houses for a change instead of only sky buildings.
The sky deserves its own category of splendor because it's just ๐ฎ wow.










































































