In case you didn’t know, I’ve had the pleasure of traveling to a few places in the past 10 years or so; France, Korea, China and Japan, besides the many tours across the U.S. and Canada. While I have no delusions of grandeur regarding the coveted “globe-trotter” status, considering myself simply a student of the road, I do admit to feeling some level of confidence as a traveler. That’s about the time my eyebrows furl at the shape of an elusive continent sitting triumphantly on every map.
I’m talking about Africa, the land of my ancestors and a place that has begun to interest me more and more in the last several years. Why haven’t I been yet? Honestly, as a younger man, I just wasn’t interested. This had less to do with cultural identity and more to do with a teenage boy of any race thinking of anything outside of girls, videogames and grades (in that order of importance for many). However, in my adulthood the curiosity of Africa, with its bewildering sights, exotic smells and down to earth people, began to take hold and I considered it the great adventure, the fabled destination at the end of the line.
Now as a missionary with a more matured mindset, God has blessed me with the opportunity to finally journey there. The plan is to visit a fellow servant of the Lord in Kenya who runs a church and sees to the welfare of local orphans. The trip is now in the planning stages but is set to take place within the year, God willing. My excitement barely contains itself when I pause to think about this reality in the making, not just because of Africa itself though, but because of the preparations it will take to get there and back safely. Shots, visas and careful up-to-date observations of weather and political stability will all have to be taken into account. It’s a bit daunting, but as with any adventure, the trials are part of the story. Keep me in your prayers and stay tuned for more details to come!