A Texan Slap to the Face

Last Sunday, I was slapped in the face.

On July 13, a group of us left for a mission trip to both Laredo and El Cenzio, Texas. It was an amazing experience! Especially since I didn’t get shot for quoting from Spongebob¬†. . . more than once: “Can we say that plants from Texas are dumb? Can we say that shoes from Texas are dumb?”

We got to put on a VBS, work on a house that had been burnt pretty badly, and stripped and reshingled a roof, all while sharing the love of Jesus. I may have gotten heat exhaustion that Saturday, but besides that, the sore muscles, and the heat, it was a really neat experience.

Then Sunday came.

My mentor began his Sunday sermon and slapped me in the face with it. He talked about when we help others, it’s easy to believe that we are better than them–a snare that had gotten me good. I felt like a foolish rabbit that had darted for the brightest orange carrot that was surrounded by a cage and had warning signs posted all around it. Continue reading