Pastor Lu

Once we had settled into our hostel in Change Mai the guys and I went out for some coffee and time with God. It was then, Bible and journal open pen in hand, that the Spirit of God spoke clearly to me. He reminded me that I had a phone number with of a Pastor who lived in Change Mai. This number I had was really nothing I had paid much attention to. Several weeks before I spoke with a friend of a friend who new this guy who ran an orphanage in Change Mai and I ended up with his number that way. I never thought we would actually use it or meet up with him, but keep it just in case. Well, it became powerfully clear to me in that moment that I was to drop everything I was doing and give Pastor Lu a phone call. So I did and it radically changed the next few days for us.

I remember struggling to find a phone that would work to call the cell number I had written in an email but finally got through using the phone back at our hostel. A woman answered in Thai (I think) and Pastor Lu was promptly handed the phone. Immediately Pastor Lu tells me that I have been on his mind that morning and after I invited him and family to dinner that night we hung up to get ready. Pastor Lu was to pick us up in an hour so the guys and I freshened up a bit and waited. After an hour passed I went to the front desk to ask if my friend Pastor Lu had called and they promptly said no. So, I went back to wait some more. Something about the interaction with the front desk though felt wrong or out of place. They seemed frustrated with me for asking. So, after another ten or fifteen minutes passed I asked them again. At that point they said that he had called several times for directions but they could not seem to help him. Again they seemed very frustrated and unwilling to help much. So, they guys and I began to pray. I believed that the enemy simply did not want us to meet Pastor Lu and our hostel was not being helpful. So, we went to the street and began to look for him. A sea of multi-cultures swarmed the street and since we had never met pastor lu or seen a picture of him. We had no other steps to take but to pray one last time. We looked up and saw a man coming toward us wearing slacks and a button down shirt (international pastor garb). I went up to him and asked "are you pastor Lu?" "Yes, are you brother Matt?" What are the odds? God had a plan for us here.