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And all who believed were together and had all things in common.
-Acts 2:44
The mission trip to the Dominican Republic remains fresh in my mind and I wanted to share another story from our time there. As a teacher and someone who works with young people, I observe their behavior wherever I go. Some things are different because of culture, language, region, or religion. Some are not.
As I was painting the second floor of the school in La Lachosa with Tom Traylor, I noticed two little girls skipping and holding hands down the balcony, whispering to each other. One whispered she'd see the other again soon. Then they parted and entered different classrooms. It was mid-school day, so it was easy to surmise they had timed their bathroom break from class to meet up and skip class for a moment. It reminded me of my friends growing up who did the same thing. It's soldiering to know that wherever you go, friends skip class together.
The moment was echoed again on Sunday as the Haitian pastor preached to us in the Batey, the small sugar cane village. He said he was old with black skin and white hair and pointed at me to say I was young with white skin and black hair... but we were both pastors. Both children of God. He reminded us that the miles between us were not miles between us and God who loves us, nor did they keep us from being brothers and sisters in that God. This week, remember we are not so different. Each person you meet is a child of God, beloved, and carrying more in common with you than you may ever imagine.
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