Thailand 4.2: Humility
February 18, 2012-Saturday
Good Morning America!
Day two is a traveling day and we will also be loosing a day since Thailand is 15 hours ahead so we will be arriving on Sunday so It may seem that I skip a day when I go to local time.
Okay, I woke up humbled again. First I have to admit that I am not a very good traveler. I’m a terrible one. I complain a lot. In fact, there are few things that I dislike more than traveling although the destination eventually makes it worth it. It’s the Traveling time and airplanes and TSA and the hassle factor. There seems to be so much time wasted and it is not very relaxing even when you DO take a vacation. It’s cramp, we’re in the same clothes all day and all night, we stink, we sweat, constantly adjust our wedgies, eat fast food or anything in sight scrambling for leftover pieces of food, wreak halitosis, can’t shower, go unshaven (including beards, mustache, legs, and bikini lines) and undergo TSA screening with undressing, dressing, x-ray and pat down and probing our bodies (At least they didn’t make me remove my Depends diaper to see what was in it). We’re in crowds, bumping into , coughing, and sneezing onto each other and spreading our germs and have sticky dirty hands getting filthier. As I attempted to freshen up in the 2 x 3 ft. lavatory stall this morning I had to get down on my hands and knees to wipe the floor down from washing my face and dripping water down my elbows, My butt was sticking out of the open door into the aisle straining my aging back as I was mumbling explicatives. Forgive me Lord.
For these team members THIS IS NO VACATION! I’m beginning this journal today on my new macbook air nine hours into the 18 hour flight from LAX to Bangkok. We are in economy class and at $2,000 per seat that’s an oxymoron. At least they don’t call it 2nd class or worse stowage. Premium economy would have been nicer: more room to stretch out during these lengthy flights. It’s going to be about 30 hours door to door once we get to the, not 4 or 5 star, but two star hotel.
As I’m venting out to you, God hits me on the side of the head and says in his typical baritone voice: “You moron, where I’m sending you, my child, they experience all your so-called inconveniences and discomforts everyday” “So chill out you spoiled brat!” Okay, so God isn’t a name caller and maybe that was my conscious speaking to me. But He’s right. Again. Many of the people we will encounter and treat have very little. Little food, little clothing, little money, little supplies. Little homes, err, shacks. Showering is a luxury. Toilets are a hole in the ground hopefully with something to squat on and no toilet paper. Running water is rare as is electricity. Clothing that they wear are 2nd hand, hand-me-downs. They are thin from malnutrition (I envy the thinness). They walk for miles and a family of five traveling on a scooter is a typical scene. They have access to little medical care.
To quote an unknown missionary: “They have nothing and are happy. We have everything and we’re unhappy.” Ain’t that the truth!
So I will Chill out. That will make my wife, Lena, happy. That will make Bill happy and probably the rest of the team… “Count your blessings, count them one by one. Count your blessings See what God hath done.”
Let us focus on the mission at hand. It’s not about us, It’s not about me. It’s about Helping our fellow man. (Sorry, I hate clichés) As the US Navy says it: “It’s not a job, it’s an adventure.”
Thank you First Chinese Baptist Church for allowing us to go on this mission. It is a privilege and honor to represent FCBC and be god’s healers and servants.
Thank you, Bill, for assigning me to Journal. It makes me stop and think before reacting. Something I seldom do. it’s a revelation.
Have a great day back at home, we miss you! -Mark