jet lag and convention

I am sitting in the Cincinnati airport waiting for my final leg of a long month of traveling.

Our trip to the Middle East was an amazing experience that none of us will soon forget. We established what I believe will be lifelong friendships and will one day see a church emerge in the unchurched area of the world we are targeting.

How I thank God for our missionaries and their wonderful families that are dedicating their lives (and life away from American restrooms) to sink deep roots in soil and cultures that so desperately need the gospel!

More on that later.

Remind me next year to not go from a mission trip overseas to the SBC convention!

It is almost impossible for me to maintain interest and to keep my focus. The beam in my eye seems so much bigger when I am sleepy and still trying to shake off the affects of living among people who care more about actually living the gospel than they do about sitting around for hours at a time talking about it.

Don't get me wrong- the convention is of great importance and our missionaries very livelihood and effectiveness is dependent upon what we do. More than one of our missionaries thanked me for my contribution and attention to the issues before the convention. I know how important it is.

I just wish I had had a little down time and a little bit of space for reentry into American comfort before being dropped into the culture shock of well dressed (well fed) relatively homogeneous SBCers discussing the latest gossip and the sin of alcohol consumption while eating their chilly dogs and dippin dots.

I better stop now.