Why am I going?
Honestly, I haven’t really thought much about what this trip has to do with me. Initially, I wanted people in our church family to go so they could grow like I’ve grown on the past trips I’ve led. When the team passed the 12 member limit, I was actually quite ready to bow out so that others could go. But then, AMG increased the limit.
I wanted to go but, continuing with the transparency here, I was scared about it too. Nothing about the trip itself scares me. Since 1979, I have been on missions and humanitarian trips to Europe and Mexico. I’ve helped rebuild homes in flood-ravaged New Orleans after the devastation of hurricane Katrina. I’ve taken teams to work in the inner city and teams to work with the poor of Appalachia. I’ve worked with Habitat efforts locally, served in soup kitchens, brought blankets to the homeless and served the poor here in Maine. I’ve traveled by foot, bicycle, car, bus, boat, train and plane. So, what scares me?
I’m scared of me.
In 2012 my oldest son saved my life by giving me half of his liver in a living donor transplant surgery at Lahey Hospital in Massachusetts. I spent most of 2011 and all of 2012 praying for God’s healing while leaning heavily on the expertise of our American medical services. When I go on this trip my God will go with me, but the sense of security I take from knowing that some of the top transplant docs in the world are close by will be gone.
What do you think was my first purchase after my plane ticket to Guatemala? What would you buy? I bought emergency medical insurance. Should something happen, I will be quickly flown back to the states by charter jet. I’ve never done that before.
I’m thrilled that my doctors have given me the okay to go, with caution. I am taking every precaution I can and even have a filled prescription of antibiotics going with me to begin at the first sign of a belly ache. I’m truly excited to go but, yes, I am also a bit scared that something will go wrong with my health.
If you are a praying person, I’d appreciate prayer that my sense of security would move to where it should be (God) instead of where it is right now (medical expertise.)
Why do I have a picture of a little girl up above? In a sense, she is why I want to go to Guatemala so badly. In 2009, just outside of Puebla, Mexico, this little girl looked for me every morning when she arrived at the school where we were building a classroom and a bathroom. She would climb up onto my lap, wrap her arms around my neck and pull my face to her face. She was deaf and could only see things clearly at about 2 inches away. She wanted to see my eyes. When she locked on, she would smile a beaming smile and let out a squeal and squeeze tighter. I couldn’t communicate with her but that didn’t matter. I don’t know why she picked me. She just loved being held, tickled and seeing me make faces and try to play with her. The local missionaries told me that she hadn’t done that with anyone else.
I don’t know if she remembers me but I think of her and pray for her regularly. She knew I was part of the Jesus crowd at this mission that was teaching her to communicate. I believe she knew that my hugs and love for her were from God. What she can’t possibly know is that her little hands on my cheeks, pulling me close, locking eyes and bursting out with joy, was Jesus himself showing me his love for me.
The school where we will work in Oratorio serves 350 children. Because of my little friend in Mexico, I’m going searching for a certain child. I will be looking for the one usually left out or off by himself. I want to let him know that, no matter what else is happening in his little life, our God loves him like crazy and there are people who love him too. Maybe he will need a program sponsor to continue with AMG. My prayer is that God brings us together.
By Scott Linscott