Inter-Cultural fever

This past weekend Kim came over. I love her to pieces. She has been asking the same questions that I have over the summer. I am amazed at how God has directed us on similar ground while we were apart. Perhaps it was his intent that we should be so in order that we could better discover the nature of our desires. Or something...

Anyway, she has left and is presumably going to Church and talking to people and helping out at her house and all the normal stuff her life is filled with. I on the other hand am house sitting and doing various things that are not in my normal schedule. Like biking to St. Pierre and reading books about the middle east outside.

I have just picked up a book called “Walking Through the Bible”. boughtit in Costa Rica because it was about the bible and it looked cool. A man wants to make the bible stories more real so he decides to walk through the land and places where the stories took place.

All the sudden, with Kim especially talking about the middle east and their culture all the time, and this book, I am reminded of my old passion to explore that part of the world. It is not a longing like Scotland, but it is a longing none the less. It is a longing for adventure and discovery. To be an archaeologist and uncoveburieded civilization. Or to be a missionary to the unreached nomads who no one else want tsacrificece time and energy (and perhaps life). I had forgotten these desires were in me, and now all the sudden they come up again.


All I have to say is that if there is any apologetic to the idea that we were not supposed to taste death the best argument I can think of is all my passionate desires to live and do so much which is impossible for the short time we have on this earth. I might list them one day. But for now, I am just going to thank God for the Now and pay as much attention to it as possible in hopes that I will learn how to love people here and thus love people anywhere. It may be that I am not actually going to marry and settle anywhere for a lifetime. Am I prepared to take whatever God throws at me? I like to think so. Perhaps Providence is his Trainingroundud where I learn what in life is of value and what is right tpersueue. After that?

I am going to stop asking that question expecting a full answer, and I am going to leave that up to God. I am getting excited. It is just possible that my creator knows my heart a bit better than I do. I think he likes me to dream and tell him about my aspirations and desires, but I am thinking that the moment I begin to tell Him what he should do, then he gets sad because I am messing up his surprise.Maybebe that is part of the tragedy of control: it is like trying to find out where mom hides the presents for Christmas. As clever as you think you are, it sucks the anticipation from Christmas Morning.