I'm sitting on my buddy Brett's couch right now, sleepy, not really knowing of anything profound to write about. I just witnessed a desperate search for $160 cash that he had misplaced and will be needing to exchange in Malawi for Kwacha. You don't exactly swipe a debit card for a chicken if you know what I mean.
I'm waking up in approximately 4 hours to board my 20 hour flight. Since my biological clock is going to be jacked anyhow I'm not really all that concerned about sleep at the moment. I've plenty of time to make that up - or not - or whatever.
People have been asking me if I'm excited, and although I claim to be pumped up, I'm really not sure how to answer that. I'm excited to see another continent and way of life. Sometimes I do question my motives for going. Is it for me or for them...or for God? Is it altruism or is it an excuse to say "I've been to Africa..."? Is it exciting to watch people live on $2/day? I dunno.
I've heard that their zeal for God is awesome, and that when you go to church in Africa there are no time restraints. It's not a succinct 45 minute sermon, benediction, and then home to watch the Chargers. They get together and worship God with dancing and tribal African drumbeats.
Oh well, no need to speculate anymore. In 2 days (yep that's how long it takes to get where we are going) I'll get to see it all, take it in, and see how God begins working in myself, my crew, and the new people I will be meeting.
I'll keep you posted. Talk to you again from Africa.
Cory
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