Scorpion Hunting

Not long ago, I watched a scorpion crawl into a crack where the ceiling meets the wall in my bedroom.  I have a gun beside me.  Its really just a waiting game now.  I decided to write something while I wait. 

I’ve written a few of these recently but then I erase them.  I decide they’re either too serious, too self-promoting, or too critical of others.  I’m assuming the position of apathy tonight as I wait on my scorpion, so I hope to avoid some of those things.  I’ve decided not to use the word “blog” by the way.  Every time I do, a tiny part of my soul dies.

I fell on my motorcycle the other day going through some trails.  The bruise on my leg reminds me how adventurous I am.

I’ve listened to several David Platt sermons in the last few weeks.  One of the biggest challenges when coming to Honduras was that I was leaving my church services and bible study groups.  It was hard when I first left.  But so I was listening to a podcast.  This guy is a good preacher, but what is really special about him is where his focus appears to be.  Its not the audience at all.  Its Christ.  I wish I could be as focused on Christ as he is.  I don’t think that’s a bad thing to say.  I prayed for spiritual examples not long ago.  I even made a blog about the topic then deleted it.

School is going well.  I don’t get to teach much at all anymore.  An English class if I have the time.  I mostly stay busy with administrative things now.  Its interesting, but I do miss teaching.  We’re trying new schedules, moving around teachers, buying textbooks and streamlining discipline.  Its difficult sometimes to look at the bigger picture.  It makes me worry about if my girls are going to be ready for college.  I think we’re doing well, but I want to continue to get better. 

I had a neat conversation with one of the girls who has neat conversations.  I was talking to her about college.  So I say, “If you go to college, you can make a significantly larger pay check one day.”  And she replies, “So what?”  How beautiful.  We place so much emphasis on money.  Rich people kill themselves all the time.   But so a guy living off of $2,400 a year is talking about money with an orphaned little girl in the poorest country in Central America.  She reminded him that money doesn’t make a person happy. 

I convinced her that if she went to college, she could probably get a job doing something that she really enjoyed.  Then I told her if she didn’t like college, drop out after the first year and sell tortillas in El Salvador. 

Still no scorpion.  My eyelids are heavy.  If you pray for me, pray that I could be more dependent on Christ.  If you don’t pray for me…. (I thought of 3 humorous ways to end this sentence.)