Yesterday found me on the horns of a dilemma. I was walking down the street, just finishing a small packet of cookies. I was left with the plastic wrapper in my hands and my impulse was to put it in my pocket and dispose of it in my waste basket at home. I’m desperately trying to fit in here, so after 5 minutes of mental struggle, I tossed it into the street with the rest of the plastic litter already there. I felt at home. After some thought, I may yet pick it up next time I’m by.

 Nouwen responds to a writer criticizing him from being overly simplistic in some of his writings. In his response he states, “It is not always easy to know the difference between being a child and being childlike, but I feel I am more and more called to become a child, as Jesus says”. I’m not sure what that all means, but I have some ideas. I need to verify them with my wife Del before sharing.

 My time is drawing nigh to my return to Kinshasa and Canada. I had decided to follow my WWJD (What Would Jeannie Do) principle and take a plane back to Kinshasa, but I realized if I follow the WWJD idea to closely, I would have stayed home in the first place. So today Yvette and I bought bus tickets for Thursday morning. I questioned Yvette accompanying me to Kinshasa, but on the other hand, the system is just so far beyond me here, that I appreciate all the help I can get. It took 2 hours and a lot of discussion just to buy 2 tickets.

 Jeannie, Patience and daughter Esther were here this evening. I even tried calling your cell but you probably thought it was a scammer from Nigeria and refused to pick up.