I’m often clueless. I confess. I didn’t realize until this morning, for example, that if you fly from Fort Wayne to Jamaica, you fly over Cuba. Why does that matter? Because our daughter is on a plane today which is taking that route.
She’s part of a team of 7 teens and 4 adults who will be working in a soup kitchen, finishing a bathroom, and playing with kids in an orphanage. They will probably doing several other things as well.
The convenient way to say that last sentence is, “doing God only knows what.” That, of course, would be true. That’s why they are going. Because one way or another each of those people believes that they are going on the trip, doing the work, raising the money for God.
Did they hear a voice? Did they get an email? Was there a vision? Did God write on their Facebook wall? (He has written on walls before, of course). I can’t tell you. I do know that for one member of the team, a long-overdue passport arrived randomly an hour after “the hardest thing I ever had to do.”–a breakup that seemed to be in response to God.
So we release our 16-year-old daughter to the care of people who aren’t related to her, in a place where we have never been, to do things that she has never done.
God only knows why parents would do that. Of course, maybe that’s why her name is Hope.