It’s been a long day on the heels of a long night on the heels of another long day. But a few hours ago our jet finally dropped below the clouds and sped over the sprawl of the night lights that is Sao Paulo, sinking lower and lower until the wheels touched down on the runway with a light bump.
I gulped back tears at the immediate flood of peace that washed over me. The sense of purpose and opportunity is so strong here that it’s palpable. I can feel the pleasure of God to bless these people He loves so much. I can also feel their hunger in the air, taste the hope that swirls and dances on the breezes.
About twenty of us experienced the 12.5 hour delay and spent the night scattered on the hard floor in the airport in Atlanta. Delta couldn’t fix the maintenance issue so we could leave earlier, but they did a good job plying us with snacks, blankets and pillows, comfort kits, bottles of water, hotel vouchers if we wanted them, 15,000 extra air miles, and a plethora of apologies. We arrived in Sao Paulo too late to join the rest of the ministry team here this evening. That’s disappointing, but we were all tired and in desperate need of showers, water, food and deep rest. The night off is best for us, because the pace here is rather vigorous most of the time. It is 9:00pm, which is only 7:00pm in my time zone, and I can barely keep my eyes open.
Tomorrow we plunge into the normal pace of ministry here, eager to see God’s goodness and power manifest for those hungry to see it.
It’s gonna be great.
In theory, I’m on my way to Brazil.
The reality is I’m sitting in the airport in Atlanta, watching my flight get delayed from 7:18pm…to 8:15pm…to 9:15pm…to 10pm…to 11pm…to 12am…and then back a minute to 11:59pm.
I cannot explain the one minute trip backwards. Maybe this is some sort of Georgia time travel.
The airline has pacified us with bottles of water and snacks, and then cold sandwiches.
Me, I haz Al Gore’s internets and interesting people to chat with, so that’s good. Even better, I have American restrooms. So if I’m gonna be stuck, it’s better to be stuck on this end of the trip. Although I hope to be unstuck soon.
It’s like a tiny corner of Brazil in this part of the international terminal. Portuguese is flying by my ears, people are laughing, chatting, scrolling through their phones, or just sitting patiently. The kids are good-humored. Even the people who don’t look happy don’t look particularly unhappy.
I need to pinch myself. I can’t believe I’m going back, or will be going back once we’re unstuck.
I can’t wait to see what God is up to in Brazil this time.
Perhaps you’ve wondered where I am. Then again, maybe not. But too bad for you, because I’m going to blather along as if you care, so you might as well get yourself a bowl of popcorn and crack open a cold beverage of your choice, just in case I’ve been saving up my words. We won’t really know that until I get to the end of this post and see what happened in the middle.
A few months ago I became weary of the battle to overcome the creative slump. It’s been almost 18 months, people. It was eating too much time and energy, and I ended each day feeling sad and frustrated that the best I had to offer was rarely very good. Or at least, it was rarely satisfying to me.
I had some honest discussion with myself and God about the things I knew were holding me back, and I posed a lot of questions about things that might be holding me back that I’m not aware of. I needed to know what direction was in His heart about this. And I decided that until I heard from Him clearly, I didn’t really have much to say.
I’m still waiting.
The waiting can be hard, but that’s ok. I don’t believe I’ll be waiting forever. And if I do end up waiting forever, then I guess it didn’t really matter anyway, eh?
Then there came a Complicating Factor. I had a bit of a health challenge, which mostly turned out to be nothing but a warning that if I want to maximize my time on this planet to do great exploits with God, then I need to do a better job managing my health.
Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. I vote yes.
Part of that meant fixing up some stuff let go too long, and that meant entering physical therapy. That’s right. I’m back in the hands of the Physical Terrorist who helped rehab my knee after I had it scoped in January of last year Except this time he’s not working on my knee.
Turns out I have some impinged nerves in my neck/shoulder/arm. It makes portions of my left arm and hand feel numb, and sometimes painful, and sometimes itchy. I didn’t make the connection between my arm and my neck at first because I rarely have pain in my neck. But all those nerves that operate that particular appendage come from your neck. And I already knew from chiropractic visits that I have some cervical vertebrae that don’t stay in place well.
So now we’re working on getting those nerves released and calmed. Apparently we do that by brutalizing the tissues they run through to get everything softened and more mobile and pliable. I haven’t cried or thrown up yet, but I’ve come close.
It’s just a reminder that sometimes pain is a necessary part of healing and growth. I would rather have corrective pain than destructive pain.
It also turns out that my computer set-up isn’t exactly conducive to keeping my neck and shoulders in the best posture. Laptop computers are inherently bad for that. Add in a terrible chair and a desk not made for use with laptops, and you’ve got a recipe for postural disaster. I’m trying out using a portable keyboard with my laptop that in theory puts things at a better angle, but it’s not really helping. Especially since I can’t really run a mouse with this computer (not enough USB ports) which means I have to keep leaning forward to use the trackpad.
I’m obviously going to have to get creative to figure this one out.
While all of this is happening, I’m gearing up for a return trip to Brazil with Global Awakening. Five weeks from now I’ll be finishing the last of my packing, about to discover just how much useful Portuguese I really learned from DuoLingo. I’m beyond excited!
So…if you’ve been wondering where in the world is Carmen Sandiego and Sparky, I’ve answered half of that for you. The rest you’ll have to figure out on your own. When it comes to Carmen, I saw nothing…I heard nothing…
And I haven’t given up blogging. The Sparky Nation can rest easy on that one. You’ll no doubt be hearing from me.
Of course, we all know what a mixed bag that bit of assurance is.
We here at the Sparky house receive a handful of magazines. Most are shared interests, like cooking and National Geographic, which I love even though I don’t buy into the idea that my uncle was a monkey, but we also get a couple that are specific to personal interests. I know you’ll think this is odd, but I really can’t even fathom how there can be enough new information about riding bicycles to publish a new magazine every month, but Mr. Sparky is very excited when his new cycling magazine lands in our mailbox. Me, I like to peruse Southern Living because even if I don’t get anything else out of the issue, the last page will contain stories and musings by Rick Bragg, and somewhere in the middle Steve Bender, aka The Grumpy Gardener, will offer irreverent information on gardening that is entertaining even when it’s not all that personally useful.
A few days ago my latest copy of Southern Living arrived. There was a jacket on the magazine telling me that my automatic renewal subscription term was ending but there was nothing I needed to do to renew. They’d simply send me an invoice.
This is where it got confusing.
According to the information on the magazine jacket, the “Subscription Savings Report” stated my renewal term would be for 26 months. The cover price would be $59.88 but my price would be $58.00 for a savings of 51%.
I’m really bad at math, but even I could figure out that something wasn’t quite right here. Especially when inside the magazine there were little cards advertising 26 issues for $1.35 an issue. Basically, $36, a 70% savings off the cover price. I figured the jacket must surely be a misprint.
So I called the customer service number on the jacket and found myself connected to someone in what I’m quite sure was India. The connection was decent if distant, her English was good and she was unfailingly polite, and I’m glad she had a job to provide for her needs, so I tried not to think about the incongruence of a southern American magazine out-sourcing their customer service to a foreign country.
The first thing I found out was that the jacket was not a misprint. They were indeed offering me, a long-time subscriber, the fabulous rate of $1.88 total off of the two-year cover rate and somehow calling it 51%. $58 for two years. I questioned it and the customer service representative asked me to hold for a moment. She came back and said she was authorized to offer me a rate of $48 for the 2 year subscription.
I asked about the card in my magazine, wondering why I wasn’t eligible for that rate. She asked me to hold again. When she came back she took the code from that offer and gave me the two-year subscription for $36. I accepted that, and she offered the automatic subscription renewal service again. I reckon they’re hoping I won’t notice the horrible rates the next time. Heck, I’m wondering how many times in the past I’ve not noticed them.
I guess you can pay $59.88 for two years of a magazine subscription, or you can pay $36. Or $48. All for the exact same service and product.
I’m reminded that we often hold things in our lives and assume that those things cost the same for everyone who holds them. But that’s not really right or fair. It’s definitely not true.
What does a smile cost a heart that is breaking? What does confidence cost one who has been deeply disappointed? What does faithfulness cost a life shattered by betrayal?
Love is expensive.
Joy costs dearly.
Faith requires a reckoning.
Just because it’s inexpensive for one person doesn’t mean that it didn’t cost someone else nearly everything they have.
I’ve got some exciting news that pertains to the female portion of the Sparky Nation. Guys, you are welcome to read because you may have someone with whom you’d like to share this information. I promise I’m not going to talk about cooking, childbirth, feminine hygiene products, or cats.
‘Round about the beginning of the new year, I agreed to join the lead team of a parachurch women’s ministry called The Princess Perspective. The Princess Perspective hosts a women’s retreat every autumn, and I was invited in 2014 and decided to go.
I wasn’t sure what to expect when I arrived at the retreat. After all, it sounds rather frilly and frou-frou, doesn’t it? And I’m…well, not.
What I discovered is that the emphasis wasn’t about frilly and frou-frou, but about the perspective of a kingdom-minded royal daughter. It was about how that perspective changes how we think, which in turn changes how we behave. And that I can jive with. It’s powerful stuff, and one of my favorite topics.
So now The Princess Perspective Leadership team has a member who is decidedly not frilly or frou-frou. Although I do like C-A-T-S, but I’ve promised not to talk about that. For now.
The 2015 retreat will be held Oct.8-10 in Samson, Alabama, which is just over the Florida-Alabama line. Registration opened today and will be limited to 50 slots, which we expect to fill up quickly. Local women will be able to drive there; those flying in to Fort Walton Beach airport (VPS) can “purchase” a free ticket for a shuttle ride from the airport to the retreat venue.
I will be one of the speakers for the retreat. It’s a fun team and I look forward to us all working together to provide a setting where women can be taught, encouraged, and can hear from God in deeply personal and intimate ways.
Consider this your official invitation to the 2015 Princess Perspective Experience. I can promise you that it’s worth the investment of your time, energy, and money.
Ok, the nuts and bolts…
The early bird price is $99. The price goes up to $119 on August 1st, but I’ll be surprised if there are any slots left by then. The price covers two nights of lodging and all meals during the retreat. You’ll need to bring your own bedding, but if you’re flying in and you need help with that part, just let us know. There will be a resource table with some great stuff to purchase to take home to keep yourself encouraged and focused, but that’s optional.
There are three ways to register:
-Through The Princess Perspective website.
-Through The Princess Perspective Facebook group. (“Like” us while you’re there!)
-Directly through Eventbrite (Search for The Princess Perspective Experience)
I’m happy to answer any questions you may have, so feel free to ask. I really hope to see some of you there!