Far and Near
By this time next week, if I am still here on the planet and everything goes according to plan, I will be sitting in the living room of my parents' home in Maine and my long flight from Korea will be behind me. I have been doing a bit of flying lately and although I appreciate the convenience, flying is only a means to an end and not an end in itself that I enjoy all that much. Since I have moved to Korea to do missionary work, I have done more flying in two years than most of the rest of my life altogether, and my luggage is starting to show some wear and tear. This is a good thing, I suppose, but I wonder how Pastor Scibelli flies so much and doesn't lose his mind. I returned from another trip to China yesterday. My day began around 6 AM at my hotel, packing, checking out, bargaining with the taxi driver for a ride to the airport, negotiating check-in, immigration, and security, and then literally chilling all alone in the cold departure area until some other travelers fina