This has been a long time in coming. I suppose that’s one way to look at it – the way I’m trying to look at it. On the other hand it’d be reasonable to reckon that God just doesn’t want me to go on a trip like this.
As far back as high school I’ve wanted to go to on a “mission trip”. It’s hard to put into words exactly what draws me to the idea, but I think it mainly centers on my belief that life is just too complicated here in middle-class America. It’s like we (societally speaking) have filled our lives with so many distractions that we’ve lost all recognition of what’s really important. And, being right in the middle of the stereotypical complicated American life, maybe I figure I’ve lost focus on what’s important too. So maybe I’ve always wanted to go to someplace profoundly impoverished to try to identify what makes its people happy – to try to see what they focus on without the distractions that prosperity brings. Maybe what I really want to do there is justify my belief that, indeed, a life without a comfortable house, a car, an iPhone, a closet full of clothes, a lockable front door, can be one even happier than a life with all of those things because of the pure focus on life itself and not on living. Or maybe I just want to get away from it all by going to a place that has nothing.
With such amorphous reasoning in my desire to go, I suppose it’s no wonder that my previous two attempts to go on such a trip did not pan out. But the odd thing is both seem to have been divinely dismantled rather than sabotaged by my subconscious. Was I just not ready then? Am I ready now? Or is there another shoe about to drop? All I can say is that four not-cheap tickets to Haiti have been purchased, so any subconscious self-sabotage this time around would be arriving too late to the set. Luke hasn’t left Tatooine just yet but all his money’s been spent chartering the ‘Falcon. I think I’m going this time, with our without God’s blessing. But in a place like the Kobonal Mission in Haiti – I sure hope I have it!