A good time was had by all. O.k., that's what you say, and it's true enough. Needless to say, the children loved Disneyland! The trip home was easy, just the way I like it.
A few random impressions that I want to remember include: the way Two exclaimed, "Ah! It's gloooooorious!" to everything that thrilled her, and the excited leaps that One couldn't help herself from after discovering and enjoying rollercoasters. I was also struck by the very strange looking people that populate California. A large minority were tattooed -- excessively. Women wore big burly tattooes on their arms, and men were too often nearly completely covered. The saddest voluntary self-mutilation I saw was really botched plastic surgery, specifically collagen-enhanced lips. I recognized the consequence of "clown lips" in no less than 3 aging women desperately trying to hold on to their youth. It made the movie, "Death Becomes Her" all too real.
Being away, and especially selfishly indulging in the whimsical sensory overload that is Disneyland really left me longing to do vacations a different way. I would love to learn how to effectively share the gospel with total strangers -- with no reasonable context -- and purpose to travel with the Gospel as our main objective. How much more profound would anything we did, or anywhere we visited, be if we had felt able to effectively share God's good news with the lost whose paths we were constantly crossing? I long to share it; I just don't know how to very well. Sadly, I don't even know how to conduct a busy vacation without seeing my own bible time go by the wayside. I look forward to starting the day with it tomorrow, knowing that I am not at the mercy of the free continental breakfast downstairs that will be quickly gathered up and away at 9:30 sharp.
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