911, please hold...

We saw many things en route to Bobo, but the most unforgettable sight was a woman lying on the road, pools bleeding from her head and unconscious from a moto accident that had just occurred. People broke of branches from bushes and waved a warning to upcoming vehicles much like we do in America with cones and road flares. Unlike America, however, there was no ambulance to call, no hospital nearby, and even the closest one would not likely have the advanced treatment options we have in the US. Though I have thus far been fortunate not to have ever needed the services of 911, I am comforted to know that resource is available.

In sickness and in health....

I'm still processing this, so, bear with me...it may be a little rough.

I came down with a severe head cold as soon as we left American Soil, so, take-off and landing for 3 flight thereafter nearly blew my eardrums! Furthermore, on our last plane I headed for the bathroom and en route saw people using the complimentary sleep-masks to cover their nose & mouth, as well as their scarfs and blankets to cover their faces. Arriving at the lavatory, it was evident that someone with diahreeah did not notice that the lid was closed on the toilet seat before...you know. Lastly, there was a man in the aisle across from us who was vomiting into a grocery bag throughout the flight and he just left it on the floor when we made our stop prior to destination! It spilled all over the floor and the crew was not the least bit interested in cleaning it up.

I soon realized that common medicine, like DayQuil, is not available out here, making me ever more grateful to God that another team-mate had some for me to use. I can't help but think about what it mean for Jesus to come in contact with the sick...making himself vulnerable by contact, meeting us where we are, leaving the comforts of heaven because he is fully committed to His bride. How do I respond to that?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FtAjrNqEsoM&feature=youtube_gdata_player