I don't have time to post much at the moment but look forward to it a little later. But the thing that has hit me this time even more than last time is mini-culture shock. Where am I? I have heard several students make similar comments as well. It just feels odd to be back here. Don't get me wrong, it was incredible to sit with my wife and talk face to face rather than over a cell phone. And my kids' hugs squeezed away a lot of heaviness. A morning at the library and the park sliding and chasing were so wonderful. Nevertheless, I desire to be back in the midst of dealing with things that "really" matter. And yet I am called to be right here. The discussions are so much harder on this side of things without the faces of Pops, Willie, Victor, Paco, Derrick, and others. Here it all seems to be theory. Part of me desperately longs to reenter the reality of the situation.
My prayer: O Lord, fill me with your spirit, that I might boldly explore, discuss, and engage my current "place" with all of its prejudices, opinions, political agendas, religious rhetoric, and real people loved by you. May the truth of my experience and the words of your "prophets" not become lost and mired in the comfort, ease, and busyness of this "place".
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Culture shock, I think that's the perfect way to describe this. Its hard to tell which way is up, food tastes differently, and somehow the world has a different hue than it did when we left.
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