I’ve caught something. Yesterday suddenly after dinner I got the pain in the back of my throat that usually means a sore throat soon. And sure enough, I knocked out way early last night and woke up this morning with said sore throat.
Normally my immune system can handle anything you throw at it, but it’s also that periodic time where I am a little weaker, and the mosquitos probably wear my body down even more.
I hate being in business while traveling, especially at camps/retreats & México trips. Hate it. This has long been a moot point of contention, but still–why, God? Why.
I didn’t write an update reflection yesterday morning because Reyno (Pastor Reynerio) came upstairs to check in with me & we just talked. That man–that pillar of faith & rock of God–has been a personal hero & friend of mine since 2007. I have learned so much from him, been counseled & uplifted in so many ways. It never fails to gladden my heart to see him.
He wants to come to my graduation in May.
Tinho Skyped me last year the day the mission team arrived when he saw Reyno so we could talk, & he said he’d be in LA in January. I told him just to say when & I would see him if I too was in socal then. It never happened, & it turns out that he had extra difficulty getting a visa due to his prior convictions in drugs & arms smuggling. He did get a 3-day permit to be in San Diego, where he talked to a judge about his case. He’s sent multiple letters to the necessary authorities about this, & plans to send another to Washington presenting his case for a pardon. I told him if he needs anyone to testify to his new character & ministerial work I would gladly do it.
In any event, he couldn’t manage his visiting trip to LA, but he said that he expects he should be able to get his papers in order this year, especially that by May it should be alright. He wants to come to my graduation.
We talked also about Cuba, where he has friends who have to meet secretly in mountain caves to worship. They smuggled in Bibles once, in crates with beans & rice & oil covering the prohibited goods. Most of them passed inspection, but one was particularly large, & the border guards found the Bibles underneath. They then asked, “what can we do for you such that you will let us pass?”
“leave us a crate of oil & of rice,” they replied.
So the smugglers gladly did–a small price, to them, in exchange for having the precious Palabra de Dios.
He mentioned also a missionary friend he has here, from North Korea, where he used to have to walk six hours one-way every day to pray in secret.
This came after I mentioned that I had yet to be hired for next year, & if I don’t have work then, I would like to take some time off, either here in Maneadero (this he immediately endorsed) or back in Hong Kong. So he asked me how is Hong Kong, & the church situation there and in China. I told him Hong Kong was full of churches, but in China proper they are much stricter.
Tinho came upstairs partway through our talk & afterward I briefed him on it. He said it would also be worthwhile (maybe more worthwhile) to write to Sacramento as well, since the governor can also issue a pardon, assuming his crimes were in California.
I can’t imagine Reyno at my graduation. In the crowd as I walk across the Greek Theatre stage with the College of Engineering Class of 2013. I would, of course, have Tinho find & sit with him. And they would cheer together for me, my brother and my father and my pastor de México–three of the dearest men in my life.
Ojalá que sí, pueda pasar eso. Por la gracia y el poder de Dios.