faith or lunacy

When is faith faith and when is faith lunacy, I mean just plain crazy? I wrestle with this balance. And maybe I fall on the crazy side too often.

Here's one example. Back in the fall of 1997 I took a trip to Mexico City with my 8 year old daugther and a college student to do some light duty mission work, okay, not so light, we taught kids and I preached in a number of churches, by default, if you believe in coincidences. The pastor who defaulted was a pastor I knew and who had broken his leg the week before we got there. Crazy.

Well, here's the faith or lunacy part. I had very little contact with the missionary before we flew to Mexico City. We had mailed letters back and forth to setup the trip. However, here's the lunacy, I never received word that the dates and times I had asked were available. I also never received word that the missionary had gotten my flight info and times. So, I didn't know if we were going to have a ride. Add to this, I had no phone number, just an address. I almost forgot, we were arriving late in the evening, not good planning on my part.

So, there we were in the Mexico City airport, my 8 year old, a student and myself, praying that our ride would show. I never told the two of them of our situation. Why? Finally after about 30 or 40 minutes I saw our chofer, Hermano Gil eating a taco and looking for us. Boy, was I happy!

When I got home I found a piece of mail addressed to me that had arrived after I left for Mexico City, maybe 2 or 3 days after. Guess who it was from? My missionary buddy, Hermano Gil, saying he would pick us up. Crazy or faith?

You decide. I already decided when I got on the airplane in December of 97.