The years of raising prayer and financial support have ended. The friendly coasts of Costa Rica and the rigors of language school are now fast becoming distant memories. Sent out with much fanfare and finance to the mission field, expectations are high, both the missionary's and the believers' who await his arrival. It is not anything like language school either.
Life is so difficult here.
But at least the movies are in English. Much of the music, too. So many walls-and so easy to hide behind them. Just give me my cable TV and my privacy, and I'll be all right, and rested enough to minister tomorrow. The following comments are intended to provide some insight into the exasperating yet rewarding process of cultural adjustment and identification with a Latin society and church.