Back in my camp days, my camp friends could sort of see I was bit wound up, a bit of a perfectionist. Several of them struggled with that too, but they were much better at dealing it with than I was. Their favorite bible verse was, "But he said to me, 'My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.' Therefore, I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me," from 2 Corinthians 12:9.
We all know what it is like to be in a place that feels temporary, a place that feels like an alternative reality. These are places that you are not meant to stay in for long and are places of waiting and transition, like rest stops on highways and airports. Reality feels a bit altered and your brain doesn't know how to take it all in.
There are lots of things in life that are illogical and take a bit of believing in. We believe that people will change their lives for the better and we hope that, against all the odds, our sports teams will pull through and win--which happens sometimes. We hope that things will always work out our way, which happens less than we would like. Some of us also have faith in God, which has never failed me. I believe that Hebrews 11:1 says it best: "Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see." If you believe in God, you have faith.
You, my dearest readers, have heard all of the wonderful things about exchange, and it's been a lot of fun writing about those parts. However, that's not the entirety of my exchange experience. I have had the most exhilarating moments of my life in the past nine months, but these moments do not come without a fair amount of failure and hard work attached to them. I live in one of the most adaptable countries for an American--more specifically a Minnesotan--because Denmark and Minnesota are a much more adaptable combination than many other country combinations.
One of the benefits of having a father who has traveled around a little bit is the stories. Unfortunately, I haven't received quite as many of them as I have hoped during my time abroad, so my dad unknowingly gave me an excellent Easter present when he sent me one recently. Many years ago, my dad was in a country with a very low percent of Christians: Senegal. Denmark is a country that is largely culturally Christian, but is not widely religious and, while I know a lot of nonreligious people here, my dad got to know lots of Muslims.
It was approximately one year ago that I found out that I was going to a little town called Vojens in Denmark, and would be attending school in Haderslev. The morning I got the email from my counselor in Denmark, I excitedly Googled the town and found out that Vojens was known for motocross and ice hockey. The remaining months flew by, and there wasn't a day where I wasn't overflowing with anticipation. Eight months ago, I flew to Denmark and I have loved it ever since.
If yer from Minnesota, you betcha ya know about the Scandinavian origin of the Lutheran church and the special culture that goes with it, involving being shy and bringing jello salad to potlucks.
I spent sixteen years of my life in the Detroit Lakes and Frazee area. I wouldn't say I had my myself thoroughly established there--I always intended to move away--but I would say that I had a life there. Yet, seven months ago, I flew away from all of that to a host family who I had Skyped with twice and a vague knowledge of fellow Rotary exchange students from Facebook.
I am assuming that a lot of my readers know the story of the Good Samaritan. I've always wondered what it means for me in my own life, but I hadn't really gotten a good idea until now. It turns out that this story, once a mystery to me when I was young, is now very applicable for the current state of the world. The story, which can be found in Luke 10:25-37, is a parable told by Jesus on how to inherit eternal life. A man is robbed, beaten, and left half-dead by robbers on his journey. A priest and a church figure walk by the man, but simply go to the other side of the road.
If you have ever read any of my articles before, you can probably tell that I am quite particular with how I phrase things. Now, in another country, I am learning that communication can be a bit more complicated when you are with people who aren't native speakers of English, despite the fact that most Danes speak perfect English. My Danish is now to the point where I can understand most of what people say in conversations, and have a normal conversation with someone if they speak a bit slower.