My Brother, the Missionary
July 7, 2004
My 16-year-old brother John is somewhere on top of a thatched roof in Akil, Mexico today. He’s on a church trip, the same one that Camp went on years ago. Normally that sort of think would creep the bejeezeus out of me, but I don’t feel as bad about it because it’s not like they’re trying to proselytize or “bring religion to the savages.” They’re just fixing up some roofs, repairing some houses, and hanging out with the local kids for a couple of days. I think it will be good for him, as growing up in Alabama doesn’t exactly give you a well-rounded outlook on the world. It’s funny, though, that as the first person in our family to leave the country, the trip wasn’t for business or pleasure, but to go work like a dog in a town so poor that the only telephone is in the local church. I gotta say that I’m proud of his generosity.
So good luck, John, and get home safe.
the name says it all…