Let’s just say that transitioning has been one of the
hardest things in the world most interesting experiences I have had.
I was at the doctor’s yesterday, and I started bawling out of the blue. Within a couple of hours after landing in the Philly airport, I had already been crying. I haven’t been this emotional in months. Why now?
It all can be explained in one word: transition.
I have to say, transitioning to the US was a lot easier than expected. Yet, it was also a lot harder. I haven’t been overwhelmed with the houses, huge grocery stores, and overly-processed foods (although I still feel that there’s no need for all of those three, I understand that the culture is different here). What has been bothering me, though, is something much different than I expected, something that I didn’t notice when I went home for Christmas break.
That difference is the bad attitude, the lack of community, and very ungodly lifestyles within my area and even in the Church.
I never fully realized that what people say or do affects everyone involved, not just the individual. There are some very toxic personalities that I have come into contact with recently. There are a lot of people speaking Christian-ese with no Biblical truth or significance to the words they are actually saying. There’s a lot of people that mean well, but after years and years of being believers only understand the basics of Christianity. The more I see and learn about the holiness of God, the more I recognize the faults and sins of mankind.
I love that as holy of a God as we have, He always gives more grace. I hope to do that as well. No one has really asked me about my experience in the DR besides a typical “Did you have a fun time?” type of question. I haven’t been annoyed by that as much as I thought I would, because I know that most of them wouldn’t understand where I’m coming from. Rather my heart breaks for them, because they don’t understand and haven’t had an experience like I have, filled with wonderful community and Biblical teaching that would help take their blinders off to the sin around them and in themselves.
And don’t get me started on community! I realized something huge just a couple of days ago. In the DR, everything is pretty easy to walk to or just a public bus ride away (well, at least where I stayed). At my ministry site, we were able to walk around to the neighbor’s houses during lunch break and just sit and talk with families randomly. There’s nothing like that here. Community within neighborhoods is lacking heavily in the US. In my neighborhood, I can think of only one house where I would feel somewhat comfortable to knock on the door and visit unexpectedly.
There’s a lot going on and a lot more to say about my transition experience. There’s one thing I know for certain, though, and that is the only constant in my life: God. Moving from place to place, calling each one “home,” I say that very lightly because I know that my true home is not of this Earth as we know it. And while the world may crumble and things may change, I know that my God never will.