Snapshot 4

A bus bumps its way slowly down the dusty jungle road.  The windows are open- not by choice, but because they don't close.  Inside, there is a family.  Not a family by birth, but by choice.  As they bounce down the road, music drifts from the window.  The family members don't speak the same language, but that's okay.  They don't know all of the same songs, but that's alright.  As that bus bumps its way down the dusty jungle road, the members of this makeshift, multilingual family are all worshiping the same Jesus, and that's all that matters.