Fears for Fun

So welcome to our Malawi blog. I must say I am really, really excited about this trip and we are going with a great organization called Y-Malawi.

Now you must know that Y-Malawi is actually breaking the trip into two major teams, the "His Hands" team and the "His Feet" team. (His being the person of Christ) Officially our team is the "His Feet" team, but in reality we are probably more like the His Spleen team. I am not even sure what His Spleen would do, but it would probably involve something like trip digesting what God is doing in our lives.


This trip is not without it's dangers and I must confess that some fears have risen.

A. Malaria or Scurvy – Now Malaria is curable and highly preventable, however mosquito’s love pasty white people and you can never be too careful. At the same the very thought I am going somewhere so exotic that Malaria is a threat produces a highly adventurous feeling inside of me. I feel a bit like Indiana Jones, but without the Nazi’s, crazy adventures, dumb aliens or Shia Lebouf.

As for Scurvy, I know, Scurvy isn’t really an issue, and there are plenty of mangos to go around, but it just seems like it adds a lot to the trip to view it as a possibility.

B. Marriage – Let’s be honest, most guys have this fear as well but mine is different. It’s not so much marriage I fear as much as the prospect of an accidental marriage. You see, it could be entirely possible that I accidentally accept a marriage proposal from some young Malawi native and not realize it. Perhaps there is a big party, with a bonfire and dancing and food, and some girl comes up to me and puts a wreath around my neck. Of course, I am flattered and accept the wreath, thinking that it only a kind gift, or possibly they are making me their leader, when in all actuality it is a marriage proposal and I now find myself engaged. (At this point I would like to say that my parents would probably be thrilled.)

I then try to get out of the marriage but realize I can’t do so without eternally shaming the poor girl. She would then be scorned by her family, cast out of her village and forced to live in the wild where she would eventually be eaten by a lion and I don’t know about you, but I just don’t want that on my conscience.

So you see, there is a lot more going on here then meets the eye. The perils and pitfalls are numerous and the stakes are high. I can only ask for your fervent prayers.

I hope to continue to write more adventures here as we go and to be sure, for those who read my real blog, there are bound to be some Great Moments in OCD History that will transpire. I shudder to think of the possibilities.