I’ve been out of mine so long today that I’m forgetting what it is like to be in my comfort zone. Loud, loud music that is not culturally familiar, much heat and little water, crowds of people, very few of whom I can communicate with, and those I can understand I still can’t communicate with because of deafness due to loud, loud music. It seems that our mission team is very well organized but somehow we English speakers are not understanding enough to prepare ourselves for each step as it comes, (Or could it be that God knows we would be resistant/scared/freaked out if we understood ahead of time. Yeah, that’s it.)
We are always being asked for the unexpected. What is the matter with us that we don’t expect to be asked to talk, lead, teach, play games, and do physical exams on sick villagers? The excitement is building as I contemplate having to see patients and dispense remedies, depending on an interpreter to know what problems I’m supposed to address… in the heat, in the dirt, under a tent, amidst confusion. We are called on to be flexible and all we can do is proceed. This may turn out well, it may turn out not so well, but either way it will only last about three hours tomorrow. I’m just sayin’ I’m thankful for that and I think I can do it.
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Where are you doing this? Some kind of convention or celebration with so much music? Good for you for doing your best under the circumstances! Date: Fri, 3 Jan 2014 11:45:43 +0000 To: firstname.lastname@example.org