Wash yourselves; make yourselves clean; remove the evil of your doings from before my eyes; cease to do evil, learn to do good; seek justice, rescue the oppressed, defend the orphan, plead for the widow. – Isaiah 1:16-17
God has told you, O mortal, what is good; and what does the Lord require of you but to do justice and to love kindness and to walk humbly with your God? – Micah 6:8
I don’t even set the alarm; I don’t need it. As if I could sleep the night before I board a plane to San Diego. HA! I do eventually drift off to sleep but I’m up with the dawn to start my Baja travel day routine, so thankful that God has blessed me with yet another trip to my heart’s home, Baja California, Mexico.
My dad and I arrive at the airport and I hop out on the curb. I take my bag and check in at the travel counter, head to the gate after grabbing some breakfast, and wait. I’ve got my trusty Baja mix playing on my iPod, and I’m trying not to freak out about the flight (some things never change, even when your destination is Awesome).
Two flights later, I’m in San Diego at baggage claim. I run into a dear friend, and we sit and wait for our prospective groups in the McDonalds’s inside the airport. I already know this is going to be the best week ever, and it’s barely begun!
My group arrives and we board a charter bus to – you guessed it – In ‘N’ Out Burgers. Oh. The. Joy. I got fries because I’m cheap, but still – you can’t beat ’em. After lunch, we board again, cross the border with no glitches and we’re cruising down the coastal highway – the beautiful ocean framing our ride as we travel, mostly in silence, happiest of happies, all of us, to be headed to Ensenada, then Erendira.
Excitement threatens to explode inside of me, and spill over as we pull in to the City of Children and I see Misha standing in front of the Baja Missions office. My day is made when Arturo tells me he’ll be with us to translate this week. We claim our vehicles, load up and head south to Erendira: A few of the ladies and I go to the preacher’s home to meet with his wife about dinner. A mini-fiasco later, we are in a restaurant having burritos and everything is still fine. We have a devotional that night and head for bed – in much nicer rooms than last year. There’s no pillow talk tonight – just sleep.
And let me tell you something true.
There is no sleep better than the peaceful slumber that first night you arrive in Baja after waiting for it allllll year long. Serenity.
The next day is Sunday. After church, we have lunch, then an evening viewing of the Passion of The Christ at a nearby social events hall. At the devotional that night, we reflect on our day spent in church services, children’s classes, rekindling old friendships that have stood the test of time and distance, and framing the week ahead. We are encouraged to spend ourselves until we have nothing left to give, to be the hands and feet of Christ to the people of this very small town of Erendira:
by devoting ourselves to teaching,