Sunday, July 19, 2009
I'll make this quick. I made it out of McCarthy, Alaska, which is a miracle in and of itself! It's one of those things I suppose I needed to experience once--but believe me, it'll be JUST ONCE! Two years ago when I went to Africa for a missions trip, we first touched down in South Africa, where we had a layover for the night before we would move on to our destination: Zambia. We checked into our hotel and we--approximately 20 of us--met up to go to a restaurant to eat. I remember walking along the road and my pastor said to me, "Now, you could live here, couldn't you?" I said, "Yes!" That's because it was so much like home--very westernized, very "America." My pastor responded to my enthusiastic answer with an eye-opening zinger: "Wait till we get to Zambia tomorrow!" I thought, "Uh oh!"
When we got to Zambia the next day, the sign that greeted us said, "Zambia: the REAL Africa!" In other words, none of that American way of life. None of that easy stuff. This is the real deal, baby! This is the Africa your grandmomma talked about, the one you always envisioned. South Africa is really the Africa you didn't expect--all pretty and comfy. But Zambia? No way! Welcome to Af-ree-ka!
Why am I telling you this? Well, when I got to McCarthy, I had the same thought--no, not "Welcome to McCarthy." I mean the same thought--literally. "Welcome to Af-ree-ka!" And hey, I don't really mind Africa in Africa. But this is Alaska! So all I got to say before signing off now is, "What in the world is Africa doing in Alaska?!"
I'll tell you more and share some pictures in just a few hours. As it is after midnight and we've been on the road ALL DAY and HALF THE EVENING driving from Zambia...I mean, McCarthy...to Fairbanks, it's time to hit the sack. Church is in the morning, and I'll catch you after that some time. Don't miss Part II.