It is mysterious and wonderful how Facebook works it out. I’ve requested ads of a few people I know back there, and I can connect with others much faster (especially with the older people who don’t use MySpace). I’m having a sad countenance now, unfortunately, because I see how things are going in Puerto Rico. Even more, it looks certain the fact that I may head home again… and that makes me afraid. My fear is not of God deserting me –He will never depart my way- but of returning home. Going to Orlando is exciting to see my family again, but it seems like the beginning of the end of my journey in America, cut short by a whim. On another hand, I leave a pack of experiences of America in my heart. Many things I have learned, and I love this so much I do not want to pack my bags just now. I know it’s too early to jump into conclusions, but God does things that aren’t comfortable for us. (I feel that I will revert to classical Joe any moment soon.) God does things that we are NEVER ready to do! (This I learned from Christian Club, and it is true to the highest power.)…And I draw something that I wrote up on December 16, 2009, about returning and God…
Jesus replied, "Foxes have holes and birds of the air have nests, but the Son of Man has no place to lay his head." (Luke 9:58, NIV)
I see this verse on a crazy time in my life. Now that Christmastime has arrived, it is also prudent to be open that I do not know where the rest of my life is headed. “In Christ”, of course, will be the first and logical answer (and the perfect clause to add), but there is a truth evident: we’re beggars.
Whatever happened since June must’ve been God’s job. The truth of the matter is, we don’t know where we will sleep next. This transition, this big leap across the pond, has changed our lives in an unorthodox, but magnificent way. Tension still remains, for we do not know if we will stay in Maryland, or leave to Florida, or even turn back to Puerto Rico.
Allow me to evaluate: I am willing to stay in Maryland for a while, but I want to finish high school. My dad has been crazy ever since we got here to go back there (I don’t blame him; he’s comfortable), and I am tied to whatever decision he and Mami takes. My sister and I are still reluctant to go back, if the point of this change is to… well, change! But what if we do leave and I have to restart high school somewhere in the country, or somewhere back in my country?
The question remains: If I leave Maryland to turn back to Puerto Rico or to Florida or anywhere, what would I do? Isn’t it the Lord’s job to send us, as He was sent by His own Father to earth, as He did on that manger? On the cross? On the temple? Truth is, the immortal Son of Man was delivered on this transient world for the freedom He already has. Everything He touched was mortal: skin, man-made temples, the sea, cloth, even He was buried on a “loaned” grave! Such human place for an immortal… is this love?
Whereas we pack our bags tomorrow and leave, amidst all the reluctance, this should be the prayer in my heart: “Be it Your will, Son of Man, that I take at every place I go.”
I see this verse on a crazy time in my life. Now that Christmastime has arrived, it is also prudent to be open that I do not know where the rest of my life is headed. “In Christ”, of course, will be the first and logical answer (and the perfect clause to add), but there is a truth evident: we’re beggars.
Whatever happened since June must’ve been God’s job. The truth of the matter is, we don’t know where we will sleep next. This transition, this big leap across the pond, has changed our lives in an unorthodox, but magnificent way. Tension still remains, for we do not know if we will stay in Maryland, or leave to Florida, or even turn back to Puerto Rico.
Allow me to evaluate: I am willing to stay in Maryland for a while, but I want to finish high school. My dad has been crazy ever since we got here to go back there (I don’t blame him; he’s comfortable), and I am tied to whatever decision he and Mami takes. My sister and I are still reluctant to go back, if the point of this change is to… well, change! But what if we do leave and I have to restart high school somewhere in the country, or somewhere back in my country?
The question remains: If I leave Maryland to turn back to Puerto Rico or to Florida or anywhere, what would I do? Isn’t it the Lord’s job to send us, as He was sent by His own Father to earth, as He did on that manger? On the cross? On the temple? Truth is, the immortal Son of Man was delivered on this transient world for the freedom He already has. Everything He touched was mortal: skin, man-made temples, the sea, cloth, even He was buried on a “loaned” grave! Such human place for an immortal… is this love?
Whereas we pack our bags tomorrow and leave, amidst all the reluctance, this should be the prayer in my heart: “Be it Your will, Son of Man, that I take at every place I go.”
