It’s midnight in Ripon CA. I’m sitting by the fire, smoking a beautiful cigar from Honduras.
We leave tomorrow, headed to Mozambique…to smile, and play baseball.
Everything is done…The fridge is cleaned out, clothes have been dowsed in insect repellent, bags packed, final emails sent to clients and team members, the pool is shocked, floors mopped, rooms cleaned, locks checked, bills paid, House of Cards downloaded onto my iPad and a pile of Kindles sit neatly on top of Mine Craft carry-ons, waiting to be fondled at first dawn.
The physical journey begins tomorrow, but the other one started several months ago. In February, I had coffee with Amanda and her husband Nunu. Amanda is my best friend Josh’s younger sister. She and I both happened to be in Chicagoland and so decided to grab coffee. I was in for my grandfather’s 80th birthday and she was there specifically (in my view) to provide conduit by which God would remind me that Rebecca and I and our boys were supposed to make sure our tan lines come from things other than sitting by the pool. For months leading up to our chat, I’d been sensing a stir inside and almost immediately upon locking eyes with these two, I knew….we were going to Mozambique.
I wish I knew more of the story but I’ll tell you what… I’ll share it with you here, as it unfolds.
If you pray…please pray that God would give us everything we need to leave it all on the field.
PS. We’re bringing basballs, bats and gloves, so that should be cool:)
1 Peter 5:8-9New International Version (NIV)
8 Be alert and of sober mind. Your enemy the devil prowls around like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour. 9 Resist him, standing firm in the faith, because you know that the family of believers throughout the world is undergoing the same kind of sufferings.
Below are a couple links for reference.