Saturday, June 11, 2016

Getting Our Bearings - Kyle M. (Tepeyac)

 Sleep deprived and immensely fortunate, the Diocese of Dallas Mission trip finally arrived to her destination, her home for the next ten days. Personally, the first day was the most difficult and unique, even though we had not really done any actual mission work. Amid flight delays and restlessness, our frustrated, grumpy faces suddenly turned cheerful as we saw the humble hospitality of the people—especially those at the retreat house. Our first contact with the “Nicos” was at lunch, at a fried chicken food chain, but that was merely a taste of what was to come. We were shy; as some workers helped us with our bags, we remained silent, watching… it still amazes me that just outside the grounds of the camp, there are magnificent trees, beautiful flowers, and yes, as you might have heard, monkeys and other terrors of the night. That was the one caveat: the world was amazing and sincere and simple, yet it was still foreign to us; there could be a massive moth or twenty mosquitoes flying by you, you could be sweating incessantly because of the steep humidity, or come to face simply a different, yet still incredibly scary dish of food. Still timid, we could say nothing, as the language barrier was ever present. We were out of our comfort zones, but this is what we signed up for.
I knew it would be difficult, but through my hardships and pains, I hoped something more, something greater, would come out of it, and it did. That night (I have been awake for nearly 15 hours straight) we all came together for “circle time”, a meeting where at the end of that day we would explain what happened that day and our insights. That night, we survived on plane, on bus, on van, an earthquake and we made it. Through the grace of God, the plane did in fact wait for us and believe it or not, we arrived, only hours away from starting what we came for: to help. To be honest, that night, we were nowhere fulfilling what the word “MISSIONARY” would imply; what I know for sure is that that night our shells broke off and hearts softened to finally hear that call, that “little voice” inside all of our hearts, the mission to our name.