The events of the past four days seem very distant and foggy. We’ve had plane trouble, so we are still at the Dallas/Fort Worth Airport. Needless to say, things have been crazy. Let me try to recap.
I did see Brandon and Sara and their little Madison at Disneyland. Mary spent a little time with us. It was so good to see them. We took a break from the park in the middle of the day and I went with Brandon back to his hotel room. Little Madison and I played together there. We had so much fun! She’s the cutest little girl.
Disney was a good time, and Mary and I were able to have some alone time there as well. I saw the Fanstamic show that night. It was really neat; such imagination!
Thursday we went about an hour east of L.A. to Fontana and spent the day with this youth church out there. They treated us so kindly. During that time Mary and I had a chance to talk, and we really opened up to each other, which may not have been a good thing. I can hardly remember what was said now, but it was a sweet and precious time.
However, she has been acting really funny the past few days. She’s been acting really selfish and her conversation used to be really Godly, but now it has been totally petty and pointless. I’m not sure what happened, but when yesterday came, I was so ready to go home.
We went to Santa Monica and there the whole group just stopped acting like a group of Christians doing ministry and started acting really worldly; especially Mary. I hated it.
After sunset we went to the observatory near the Hollywood Sign. I needed to get away from everyone, so I slipped away and found a trail down to the left. I sat there, finally alone and sang to my Jesus. All of the man-made lights below me were beautiful. I saw the entirety of the L.A. skyline and the surrounding areas and there the Lord and I had a special time above those 13 million people. There were even fireworks off in the distance.
I thought about who I was and what I was supposed to do. I thought about how Mary was perfect for me on some days and totally wrong for me on other days. I thought about the homeless woman I saw try to kill herself by laying down in front of an on-coming train. And I thought about how natural it felt to be in L.A. Finally, I thought about how thankful I was that I’d soon be leaving.
Last night, before we left the observatory, we had a time of reflection where everyone went around and said goodbye to me and shared their feelings about me. I’m leaving the team when we land in Norfolk, but they have another couple of weeks together. They all said very sweet things, things I’ve heard others say about me before. The greatest compliment though was that I not only taught them the Masks drama, but that the example of my life revealed to each member of the team the mask that each of them was hiding behind. They told me that I have a wisdom unlike any they’ve ever encountered.
I shared with them how hard it was to strip my soul bare for every new group of people, but that doing so also continually helps me and keeps me open; though sometimes it feels like it nearly destroys me.
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So, I’m in the air now, flying far above both land and clouds. I don’t know about Mary and I, except that I will try to keep in touch through email. I’m looking forward to getting some things together and organized for the next year of school. I hope to visit some Lees-McRae friends during the first couple of weeks in August.
Thank you for these days sweet Jesus. Thank you for molding me and for fixing me.
And thank you Mary. I will remember L.A.