Life Is Strange

Well, reflecting over the past month I must say that life is truly strange. One moment I am traveling 7,500 miles (by way of the latest technology) to Africa and ministering (without technology) in a world that is seemingly much more simple than here in the USA. Life in rural Kenya was very basic and uncomplicated. Drinking hot tea that was steeped in water from the most recent rainstorm, eating very simple meals that were prepared over wood fires and cooked out of doors.

Then at the end of a week of ministry to be thrown into the lap of luxury, treated like English colonizers during the turn of the century (early 1900s), gazing at wild animals doing what they do over a forever changing vista on the open savannah of the Masai Mara.

And then to do a "white knuckle" drive to New England to visit and assist aging parents in their last days. And taking the role of guardian and parent of my parents. Total role reversal, after 50 years!

It almost seems like a time machine (note drawing of HG Wells' time machine above) had transported me within three very different venues in only about 3 weeks time. I am not sure of the word, but maybe it is surreal or sublime or maybe strange is as good a choice as any.

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