Clay in the Hands of the Potter

One month in Cuba... The realization that we would be in a communist country for a month dawned on me like a cold shower on a winter's morning. To be perfectly honest, I had a multitude of preconceived ideas before coming to Cuba. Prejudices birthed out of ignorance and lack of knowledge. Biases that could turn one month in a foreign country into a month of turmoil and negativity. 

I grew up thinking God requires acts of service and good works. I thought Christianity was about denying thyself, and that the Gospel was a heavy burden to drag around wherever I went.