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Have you ever noticed that the week or two before your mission trip is generally terrible? Everything that can go wrong does- you get sick, your kids get in more trouble than usual and somehow its the worst time ever to miss work. Have you ever wondered why?
Trolls. Big, giant, hairy trolls.
The play “Wynter’s Kiss” by Scott Crain of Oracle Productions fame tells the Narnian-esque story of Sir Galen Wynter, an old knight, who, along with a few followers, goes on a quest to find the cure to save his daughter from a deadly plague called “The Red Kiss”. In the wilderness, they come to an old rope bridge that crosses a ravine. Some of the men want to try crossing, but Sir Galen declares the bridge is too old, it’ll probably take them out of their way, and its not worth the risk. Suddenly, a giant, club wielding troll appears and bellows that if any of them try to cross the bridge, he’ll be more than happy to kill them.
“What!?” one of his men exclaims. “Five minutes ago you were talking us out of crossing the bridge, but now that there is a giant troll who wants to kill us, all you can think about is how to get across it?”
“Of course,” Sir Galen explains. “You don’t send a giant troll to protect something worthless. We have to get across.”
|Photo: Disney/Pixar’s Up!|
I think our lives can be a lot like this. We’re fine as long as we stay in our cozy little existence, but as soon as we make a break from our lives and attempt to cross that ravine to serve others in need (and in the process, change ourselves), the devil throws some giant trolls our way. Going to the Dominican in a couple days and your kid gets strep throat? Troll! Going to Haiti and your car breaks down to the tune of a few thousand dollars? Troll! Going to Africa for a year and the people renting your house (and therefore covering your mortgage) decide to back out at the last minute? Troll! (if you’ve seen Pixar’s ‘Up’, in my head I say “Troll!” like they say “Squirrel!”)
Of course, knowing that trolls exist doesn’t make them go away, but it does make them easier to fight. And, like the old knight fighting to save his daughters life, you know that by defeating that troll and crossing that ravine, you might be saving lives as well.
P.S. As I was typing this blog about the dangers of going on a mission trip, the phones and internet shut off, threatening to make me lose everything I’d just typed. Troll!