Thanks to modern technology, I am writing this as we cruise
down the freeway. It’s a little
difficult to keep one hand on the wheel, one on the keyboard, one on the
smoothie, and one on the lucky rabbit’s foot that I am using as a good luck
charm. Just kidding, of course…I
don’t believe in lucky charms.
Actually, Sylvia has taken the initial leg of driving for
this trip and is currently climbing the Altamont pass. Our silver colored van is,
appropriately in the second position in our three-deep caravan. Matt and Seth have rightly taken the
gold colored van to the lead. And
Rich and Mark are bringing of the rear in the white van. I’ll have to research exactly which
position the white medal is supposed to be. I suspect that it has something
to do with ‘participation’ but I could be mistaken. (I have a feeling I will pay for that comment sometime
during the trip.)
We all met at the church and were commissioned in front of
the congregation at first service.
Then we were treated to breakfast before we began the annual “wait for
pillows, passports, and purses” as one member of the team fulfilled her
obligation to sing in the choir during the second service. As we headed through the parking lot,
and could still hear sermon from the second service…we had our first request to
stop for a bathroom break on the walkie-talkie. Turns out that was a joke from what will soon be the
notorious white van. Of course
that joke was immediately followed by someone else asking if we were there yet…in
the parking lot! Can you
imagine!? OK, it was me…but a wise
person once told me that if you don’t ask, the answer is always “no.” Matt’s answer to my question was, of
course, “Five more minutes!”
We are approximately an hour into our trip now and spirits
are still good. We have
experienced rain, wind, impromptu iPod sing-a-long’s, and little boys waving
their brand new stuffed Easter rabbits at us. There has been no mention of mutiny and nobody in our van
has complained about cramped soreness…but they could. I expect that this outsanding group of individuals will do
an amazing job and be cheerfull while doing it. I am happy to a part of this wonderful team.
Pastor Greg’s sermon was about not
being a bystander who merely touches the rope in a giant tug-of-war and then claim victory for merely being in the vicinity of the people who actually did the work…grab on and
participate with all of your strength knowing that Jesus is the ‘anchor’. Anyone who has been involved with these
youth knows that they are all grabbing the rope…even if while they are holding
onto it, they are yanked into a van that is headed to Mexico.
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