Where to Begin

I learned to use a BGAN today.

This is me, right now, tonight.
I have one more day in Switzerland, have been shamelessly indulging in good chocolate, excellent wine, timely transportation and solid bandwidth.

I am sitting on one of three couches in Medair's flat. Two of the guys are discussing river rafting guide jobs, living a life that feels more comfortable abroad, a brother in the secret service and other standard conversational topics for these types. These types. These people. In some ways it is like a strange dream being among these people... but in most ways, I feel right at home. I feel I am among 'my people'.
If you are in this flat, you are in transit.
South Sudan, Afghanistan, Haiti, Somaliland and the DR Congo will soon dust our shoes. We've shared Skype time with family members, swapped field stories, shared advice on how to deal with fraud, how to stay soft and still love people after years among the worst situations humanity has to offer...

Honestly, I don't feel I have much to lend but an ear and maybe a hand or two.
The goliaths we are up against tower above our line of vision.

Hopeless.
Unreachable.
Forgotten.

There is love.

Love that fills in the spaces cracks in hope have left dry.
Love that stretches out beyond any one person's capacity.
Love that does not forget.

A God who is overflowing with love that hopes when there is none, that gives when there is nothing, that abounds when all is bleak, that remains after all is lost. This love is beyond me. This love is beyond you.
There is no sense in doing anything without it.
Ah, but what freedom in such love.

Beginning in love does not assure all will end in love, but all is futile without love.