Tonight I'll spend almost 24 hours in the Miami International Airport. It's now 9:23pm, and the noise level has gone down dramatically in the last hour.
Travel isn't as exciting as it used to be. It just seems long. It'll be another two days before I actually arrive at my destination.
The first moments in Haiti are always...stressful. The Creole seems so foreign in my mouth. When I say things, I think, "Who said that?" The sounds are strange. People want to talk and talk, and I feel like a saltwater fish in freshwater. It goes away in a day, though.
In John, Jesus talks about Light. There's a moment where the disciples try to protect him by keeping him away from Jerusalem (where his life will be in danger). He talks about walking in the day and walking at night. Walk in the daytime, and you don't stumble. Walk at night, and you might. (My paraphrase, obviously.) It was his way of saying, "I know what I'm doing." And still, he was killed there. He knew...and walked on. My reaction? Thank you, Lord.
Missionary in Haiti.