Sitting in the San Jose airport, waiting for the flight. This morning Dani and I went to a fruit market in Santa Ana. It was right in front of a Catholic Church, so about 10:15 NY time, we had the opportunity to go in and have prayer. That was good. After that we went back to the house to wait for the kids to get ready. We dropped Sofi off, then Dani, Chris and I went to the Teatro Nacional downtown, then to the Central Market or something that was just FULL of souvenirs. I’m glad we went there last with only a little bit of time, since they had every souvenir you could possibly want. I’ll have to go there again next time. Never would have thought we would have gotten all the stuff in in enough time today, but we made it with no problem. It’s all good.
At the airport, I got sucked in and bought even more stuff, including an additional organic bag. But it’s all good. I ran into this group that’s wearing shirts saying “Here I am Lord, Send Me.” They’re from the Houston Conference of the United Methodist Church, and they come down once a year to do physical, occupational, and speech therapy. I wish our church could organize an annual missions trip – maybe we could go to the Haiti or the Africa conferences and spend a week or two doing mission work. That might attract the youth, and give us a bit more purpose. It sure would be more meaningful to me than going to Annual Conference. Or maybe we could do it and make reports to annual conference. It just seems to me that our church has gotten busy with the business of being church, and is no longer forwarding the mission of the church.
River rafting wasn’t on my bucket list (I don’t really have a bucket list yet), but it should have been. When I make one, I’ll put it on there then cross it off. There’s not a lot of things I still want to do, except possibly hot air ballooning, skydiving, and parasailing.
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