over thanksgiving break i headed to canada where pam invited yihui and i for the 1040 screening, which was basically a film about church revival in asian countries and how the gospel is being brought to the ends of the world by them. enter jaeson ma. a Californian pastor, brought up in a black church, dressed in black and blings (ok not really big blings but blings nonetheless). He raps out his message to the audience and i find myself squirming in my seat, uncomfortable at what my mind subconsciously labelled as 'charismatic music that wasn't proper worship to God.' the night progressed, jaeson ma's talk blasted into the minds of the audience and the film screened--done. My squirming didnt quite stop, but then the last few scenes in the documentary of thousands of people, ten thousands of people from muslim countries rushing forth to accept Jesus as Lord of their lives stopped me in my tracks. Almost involuntarily, tears welled up in my eyes. There's just something...