(excerpt from the travel journal)
Times Square on Christmas Eve; the cacophony and flash of skyscraper video-billboards cram their messages into the minds of the continuous flows of human beings. Limousines and beggars, fights and kisses, Rolex hawkers and faceless strangers milling bye, and three men standing under an overpass away from the drizzle trying to buy tickets to Nepal.
“The airline won’t take any of the credit cards you have given me. I don’t know why this is not working.” says a travel agent, sacrificing much of his Christmas Eve to help us get flights.
“…I don’t know what else to do.” I reply.
For the umpteenth time I felt nearly sure that we will not be going to Nepal. Huddling against that marble wall we have exhausted every possible avenue we can think of. After over one hundred and one hours of trying, we have come to the end. And then, somehow, there at the end, in a matter of seconds, the tide shifts. With some unforeseen travel agent magic we had purchased the tickets, we were going to Nepal, a way had been made.
To celebrate we went and got Gyros with a man named Davis who we had met randomly on the street while we were buying tickets. After we ate the Gyros, Davis asked if he could pray for us and our journey. We all four held hands on a sidewalk in Times Square as the crowd rushed past on their way and Davis blessed us. God works through his body and we are blessed to be a part of that body. Praise him for the great things he has done and for a way being made where there is no other!
There will be more mess-ups and mix-ups to come but we will continue to press on.
“The LORD gives strength to his people; the LORD blesses his people with peace.”
-Psalm 29:11
Caleb/Blessed Follower,Possessor of an Indian Visa
