Pig Fever

With an English twist,
Who would have guessed that the flight landing beside mine today on this gloomy English day, would be, you guessed it, direct from Mexico.
There's something a little uncomfortable about standing in line with a couple dozen people in hospital masks.
That said, after what seemed like a relatively short flight, (I think a fell asleep before take off, and woke up somewhere over Iceland), and a Starbucks, I sit here in Heathrow terminal 5 waiting.
It's a four hour layover and then I'm on my way to the sand soaked land of mosques, pyramids and camels.

Part of me is stoked to head back, there are a lot of good memories in Egypt,
A few friends still remain there and I can't wait to get back into the Sudanese refugee schools,

But there is another part of me that questions why,
My time in Egypt was the most straining, exhausting year of my life, albeit rewarding.
It brought me to God for the first time out of desperation rather than my what my relationship had been in the past.

This is no doubt going to be a healing trip, a somewhat selfish trip, but I know God can still use me none the less.

Whether it's a door closing or an eye opening leg of my trip is yet to be determined but we'll see what God has in store.

For now, it's time to enjoy another flight in cattle class.

Grace, Peace and Blessings,
Brent

And We're off...

When I say "we're" I really mean me and "off" really meant heading back to Egypt,

I sit now, as the sun slowly sets over the beautiful place that I have call home, staring out the windows at YVR.

The only thing that stand between me and that dust filled place is a trans-Atlantic flight, some very burley security men and the ominous customs line-up.

The real question is, "Will they let me back in?"

Apparently some of my antics were less than appreciated during my last stay, and we're not too positive that the mosque dotted mother land will be as hospitable as last time.

Never the less, I'll stand at the door and knock...we'll see where it gets me.