Sumba
Thirty minutes before I was to head to the airport in Sumba, Doug, the missionary I had been staying with there, challenged me to reflect on why I came to the island in the first place and what it was God was teaching me by bringing me there. I don’t have a good, concise answer, I’m afraid. But I’m glad I went. Now I’m back in the big city, mostly thinking about my upcoming move back to the States, my pending marriage to the love of my life, and trying to land the right job from 10,000 miles away so I don’t start off my time as a husband unemployed. Sumba was a reminder in many ways, of who I am, what I’m bringing to the table in this next phase of life, and what God has called me to. It was also a reminder and an eye-opener to the way of life of so many people in our world.
In a lot of ways, traveling to Sumba is like going back in time. The Dutch didn’t pay much attention to the place...