Now to the back again

It is good to be back home. It has been quite a week, traveling non-stop, first on the ultimate Ghanian road trip and then surviving 6 flights and three different airlines to try and get home.
I am going to try and keep updating the blog with pictures and stories, thoughts and reflections. Stay tuned if you would like.

So...we left the BMC on Wednesday the 11th of July, to travel from the northeastern corner of Ghana to the far southwestern corner and then back to the east to Accra the capital. Sounds like fun. Too bad we were riding in these things:

Imagine a the oldest 15 passenger van you have ever ridden in with 22 people crammed into it. Nothing leaves on schedule either. Basically you just show up, pay, and then sit and wait for the bus to fill up. That is only half the adventure. Once the bus gets going there is really no hope for a bathroom break. You basically just sit with your knees pressed against the seat in front of you and try to appreciate the fact that you are being pretty "african." It is nice when the van breaks down and you can get out to stretch your legs. Of course then you see it drive away with all your stuff in it, not entirely sure if you will ever see it again.

The best way to forget how little feeling you still have in your legs is to look outside and see the wonder of the world passing by at 60 km/hr. Mile after mile and village after village, it is all the same. Dirt houses here, trash over there, little stores with embarrassing Christian names (e.g. Pentecostal Fire Aluminum and Metal Works), and people everwhere. People that are people. Not just random faces, but people. Folks that have loved ones, wives, husbands, children. People that are known and loved by God, ordained from before the foundation of the world to play some part in the story of redemptive history.

Life just keeps on going and sometimes we pass by without even knowing. It is good to take the times to soak it in every once and while.