We've been gone 48 hours and I feel like we've been here much longer. I still feel like I'm shedding layers of cultural differences. I'm getting used to living with less. It sort of makes me obsess about planning. Is this what poverty is like? Every step, every meal, every night's sleep is a careful doling out of resources.
Perhaps that is a kind of negative romanticizing of poverty. I think true poverty is a lack of choices. Therefore I am rich. Everything I have done is a choice. I choose to follow a call. I chose to come on this trip. Therefore I choose to take the responsibility to raise money for this mission.
But today is not metaphysics. Today we meet people. I'm not building a church for abstract reasons. We're building a community. The hope is that we will strengthen the communities from which we come.
So how does that work? Our people can not come here so we have to bring here-there. My task is to show the relationships I have. My task today is to build relationships. I need to make friends.
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