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A crazy thing happened when I started to immerse myself in another culture. When I got past the tourist attractions and the local hot spots and found my way into another persons yard, home and life, I realized there was an underlying theme to everything I was experiencing. My finding surprised me, though looking back it shouldn’t have. I found that after I got over the newness, the differences in culture and the uncomfortableness of a language barrier, the people I was coming in contact with were a lot like me. Okay, maybe not like me, I’m pretty different, but a lot like the culture I grew up in.
Sure our skin is a different color. Yes we are fluent in different languages. I am still trying to adjust to not keeping a healthy bubble around my personal space. I prefer American food, I’m not sorry, I just do. I still think God gave chicken feet to walk on, not for soup. But we have so much in common.
I’m grateful to God for allowing me to make friends in a different culture. I’m grateful to Many Hands for facilitating the opportunity. And I’m appreciative to my new friends for accepting me for who I am, an oversized blanc who loves to play and share the life changing love of God that I have gotten to experience first hand. Now if we could just turn down the church sound system a bit and get the farm animals to stop making noise for even a couple of hours…