Missionary? Not ME!!!
Just a bit of background. My wife had gone to the Dominican Republic on a short-term mission a couple of years back. She came home refreshed, and at peace in a way I had not seen her in a long time. She urged me to go, saying that the experience was invaluable, and that she thought it would be of tremendous benefit to me.
Understand, I am not one that relishes helping people with building, moving, rearranging, car repair, home repair, or just about anything else that one can think of to fit in this type of situation. So when Beth suggested this, I had absolutely no qualms to inform her that such a thing was extremely unlikely. I thought the matter closed.
Until my friend J.L. went to the D.R. He and I are relatively close, and he knows me pretty well. He came home jazzed, and talked the trip up, like Beth did, only more obnoxious (my observation). It got to the point that I had to tell him to let it go, I was getting ticked, and he was pushing way too much. So he did.
I get the feeling that he kept praying, though. About a year ago, after a message in church, really felt that I was supposed to commit to going to the D.R. I spoke with J.L., and he had scheduled a second trip last spring. I told him that I was feeling God‘s leading that I should go to the D.R., and if he would commit to leading the trip, I would go the following January (January 2012). Apparently he was a bit unhappy, as he had not relished the thoughts of going back a third time, but I told him that was my condition; “he don’t go, I don’t go.” When he returned, he was fired up, and couldn’t wait to go again. Crap. That angle didn’t work.
As the year went on, I forgot about it, and at the end of summer, I thought that maybe J.L. had forgotten, and whew! What a sense of relief! He forgot, I have no idea about the sign-up dates, they are probably past, and I don’t have to go. I thought, “I ain’t sayin’ nothin’ to John until December. Then, I can say something like, “Hey, whatever happened to the D.R. trip?” “Oh, the sign-up dates are past?” “Ah, man, I was gonna go, too.”
The jerk remembered. And we signed up. And Beth and I are going next Saturday, a week from today. And this has been extremely difficult for me. And this is the impetus for me to begin this blog.
To be continued…