SATURDAY
The village fixed breakfast for us...chicken and rice soup. The
chicken had great flavor, but fought back a bit. Coffee was super sweet,
pre-sugared. The hospitality was, again, over the top. Every villager who had
worked with us, worshipped with us, sent their kids to escuelos de biblia, and
who wasn't at work or in school was there to see us off. Many pictures were
snapped. Many hands shaken. Many,
many thanks expressed. It was humbling and frustrating. Humbling because we
deserved so very little. That's the definition of grace enacted. Frustrating
because we didn't have the language to begin to express how blessed we had been
by their grace.
We lived the perfect moment of Kingdom grace...or at least I did.
God is so generous with us, we are so undeserving. And when we see those
glimpses of God's generosity and recognize how undeserved they are, language
fails us over and over. "Thanks" just doesn't seem enough. Seems all
that is left for the expression is the enactment of the giving of grace to
others. I hope I can come close.
SUNDAY
We were up and in vehicles just as the night clubbers next to out
hotel were stumbling home...literally. We are arriving in Mexico City as I am
writing this, looking toward 18 hours of travel if things go well.
And now it's Monday morning. Travel went smoothly and I walked
through the doors at midnight. I have had a hot shower, feeling grateful and
guilty at the same time. Well, perhaps not guilty, but curious. What does my
lifestyle contribute to the economic inequality of the world? What have they
taught me about living healthier, more related lives? What do I live with that
I can live without? What do I need now that I didn’t know I needed
before?
I’m grateful for the opportunity to live and share this
experience. I hope I can change the world just a little bit for the better from
what I have learned.
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