As I write this, the feeling of panic is already pushing in on the edges of my thoughts. It seems to be just outside my periphery, like if I look quickly enough I can catch it ready to pounce.
I don’t particularly worry about flights (however, 99% of all plane crashes happen while landing), no the flights won’t be a big deal at all. I don’t think it’s about the work we’re doing, whether physical or ministerial, with the people of Haiti. I am really excited to meet people who live so close physically, but who are economically light-years away; to make a difference in the life of one person.
I am also excited to be your liaison. So many of you are joining with our team as prayer partners and financial partners. I am humbled to be representing you and to be the boots on the ground. My desire is to bring back stories and images which will stir your hearts and spur you to action. Stir and spur.
There is even some sense of adventure in staying at a 6-story hotel which has been deemed safe by virtue that it didn’t collapse during the earthquake or it’s aftershocks. Power rationing, rooms with only one key… no problem.
The thing that stresses me out the most is packing to go. You see, I am a bit compulsive about packing. Everything needs to be in the proper place in the suitcase. And I mustn’t forget ANYTHING. I make lists. Then worry about whether I put everything on the list.
So, for the rest of the day, and most of the night probably, I’ll be trying to keep the panic at bay.