Our Journey

This morning I sat in the lobby of the Chileka Airport and chatted with the barman there about his journey from the village to Blantyre, the pride his family has in his accomplishments, his desire for continued learning, and responsibility for his family that comes with even moderate success.  I enjoy these random conversation and glimpses into daily Malawian life, but it’s hard to ignore the question that’s never asked.  As I reached into my purse to check a text message that had just come in I know he was hoping I would just as casually pull out his school fees for university.

I boarded the plane and landed just over an hour later in Harare.  There was no one there to greet me or take me to the hotel.  Having had a similar experience my last trip to Harare, I came prepared with a Zimbabwe SIM card and phone numbers.  Within 30 minutes I had called the hotel,  arranged a taxi and was reading a novel (the last unread book we have) while I waited.  The airport security guard came over and asked, “Wouldn’t you like a friend?”  What I would hear as a bad pick up line or suspicious proposition at home, I accepted here as a genuine question.  We talked about Zimbabwe, Malawi and my work.  The only thing he was looking for was a chance to advertise his friend’s mini bus company.

Back at the hotel the receptionist was able to give me the pastor’s number who had made our reservations.  I called to let him know I had arrived safely and he came over immediately to greet me, ask about my family and make plans for the rest of my stay.

Now I am sitting at a hotel restaurant enjoying my tea and wireless access.  Steve Bryant, a friend and colleague from the United Methodist General Board of Discipleship will arrive later tonight.  And tomorrow we will sit with leaders of the Zimbabwe Annual Conference to discuss a publishing partnership that will enable them to produce affordable, relevant and accessible resources for the clergy and lay people.

Six months ago this day would have left me frustrated, exhausted and on edge.  But now each step is managed, if not expected.  As a matter of fact, I’m feeling fairly confident about my ability to navigate in the world in ways I would have never dreamed just months ago.

As we enter the second half of our missionary commitment, I’m already beginning to think about the changes in me that I hope to retain when we return to the States.  I hope I continue to enjoy random conversations, appreciate the opportunities in the delays, and end my days with a nice cup of tea.