As we idled at a stoplight one night last May, Darwin and I discussed the view in front of us at a downtown Tegucigalpa intersection. Here’s a rough translation, minus all the pauses while we stared at each other in disbelief.
“That would never happen in the States,” I said, while gawking.
¨Why, is it illegal?¨ My little brother in Honduras Darwin replied.
¨Um, I don´t know…maybe?¨ I said. ¨It just would never happen.¨
¨Because it is illegal?¨ He said.
¨Possibly, but I don´t know that it comes up a lot,¨ I said. “It’s just not done.”
“That’s weird,” he said.
Surprisingly enough, I actually felt the man juggling fire in the middle of an intersection was weird, not its lack of existence in the United States. Go figure.
I would expect the normal woman begging for money or the guy with all the phones that I really doubt work, but a guy juggling fire?
No, sorry, Darwin, I think that’s a little weird but……. TOTALLY AWESOME, of course. I remember thinking to myself, “I wish I could juggle fire.”
Four months later, I just wish I could juggle school and my faith.
I vowed to stay involved in ministry when I returned to school. For the first few weeks, I made it to Capitol Hill. I told myself I would even go on Thursday devotional night.
Still, four weeks into school, I’ve barely gone.
Why do I live out my faith so much better when I’m in Honduras or Houston? Why does it have to be an internship or a job I’ve committed to? Why have school and work become more important? No, I can juggle. I juggle three jobs and school. That guy juggled fire. Why can’t I juggle my life?
Oh right, I’m trying to do it on my own. Rookie mistake.