Reminiscing

As I drove home from my family reunion it suddenly dawned on me how strange it was to be driving in America. I realized how bored I was on the baby-soft smooth roads in comparison to the cavernous trenches of the African Highway. I remembered sitting by John on our final departure from Arua at 6:00 in the morning: talking about all kinds of ministry and experience as the others slept in the back, me on the left side of the car (the passenger side) and he on the right (the driver's side). From that seat I played the DJ for the rest of the guys in our car, from that seat I looked down on the vast openness of the African valleys and mountains, the landscape that seems to never end, the trees which look like they came straight from the Lion King and cover the landscape in a sea of dense, overwhelming green, the kind of green so rich it actually penetrates your soul in wonder and awe. Today, I sat in that same seat on the left side only now the steering wheel was on my side. I looked to my right at my mom next to me reading and thought how odd it was that the steering wheel could be on her side, and to my left on an entirely different scenery; a flat scenery that contains it own majestic appeal as the sun sets over the vast farmlands and dense forests.

I do not think Indiana is plain at all, even if most of it looks the same, its ordinariness does not make it less glorious.