“I think I might be moving to Bolivia,” I said.
“I don’t like it,” said my dad.
“We figured this would be coming someday,” mom reminded
him.
“I still don’t like it.”
I was on a disaster relief ship tied up in Port Au
Prince, Haiti for my 27th birthday. I wish I could find the email my
brother sent all those years ago, but since I can’t, here’s my best
recollection:
“Happy Birthday, Jake. I hope
you’re having a good day all the way down there wherever
you are. You should come home and quit trying to save the world. Your nephew is going
to grow up without you. Your family misses you and needs you. Love, Luke”
you are. You should come home and quit trying to save the world. Your nephew is going
to grow up without you. Your family misses you and needs you. Love, Luke”
Those memorable words still blessing me, I was apprehensive
about telling my brother, especially now that I had three nephews. Luke had
changed in seven years, however, and when I told him my thoughts, he replied, “Well,
you have to do what you have to do.” Wow, that was almost supportive!
I figured some people at the hospital might be onto me as
well, but only one person talked to me about it. I didn’t have a solid offer
from the school, so I couldn’t quit the hospital or give my notice. (I did that
in the wrong order once, and it almost turned out very bad!)
I went to a hospital conference in mid-April. I love my
job! There’s so much potential. I want to help build the new facility. Think
what it would do for my resume! I could be a big shot. . . maybe get a “C” in front of my title? I was a captain
of ships – could I be captain of a hospital? What about my call to preach? But
Bolivia – Jennifer, the kids at the homes, the kids on the streets, the kids at
school. What’s more important: advancing my career or maybe having a positive
eternal impact on a new circle of kids? Hmm, but I am already involved in the
lives of quite a few kids – wow, it is going to be so tough to leave them!
Meanwhile, Jennifer and I were still writing. We talked
on the phone a couple times. She is one in a million, one in a billion! Our
philosophies of life are in agreement to a remarkable degree. She’s an avid reader,
just like me. She started orphanages in South America – who does that! She
appreciates my sense of humor. I appreciate her independent yet tranquil
spirit. (My best friends have always been the quieter types – I’m the one who
gets to be loud and obnoxious.) How could she be so comfortable leading and yet
also desire so openly to be lead? For each of my advances, she responds
positively. No red lights or red flags yet. . .
Friday, May 11th: Ms. Alma, the director of
the school, offered me the job in Bolivia. I had already done all my wrestling
about it. I accepted.
I just knew he already knew, so his gasp when I gave
notice the next week surprised me. I told my CFO that I had accepted a job as a
science teacher in Bolivia. He was completely blindsided. Oh. Wow. Sorry, Bob. I
wanted to exit well, so I gave nearly seven weeks’ notice. I sent an email to
all my industry contacts, some 200 by that point, and it was from this email
that we found our man. I was even able to participate in the interview process
and then spend my last week completing a turnover with the new guy. Still I was
torn with joy for the future and sadness for present. I did pray for discomfort
to drive me deeper in my relationship with God. . . be careful what you ask
for!
I flew to Tennessee to see Jennifer again and meet her
family. Isn’t this too soon? Meeting her parents? We’ve spent less than a week
together! Am I moving to Bolivia for the girl? Well, yes, but for more, too.
What if it doesn’t work out? Back to sea, of course, always my default escape
plan. But I really think this girl is the one. The widow is open to meet her
parents, but only for a short time – I need to jump through it!
Ten pounds. I gained ten pounds in one week in Tennessee!
Mr. and Mrs. Thompson own three cookie shops, and they’re very generous. The
cookies are super tasty too, so that doesn’t help much. I was 21st
overall out of 232 racers in a sprint triathlon at the end of June. Upon
returning from Tennessee, I was 78th out of 80 racers in the Vashon
Island X-terra triathlon. The flat tire on my bike and spare tire around my
waist both conspired against me! I floated well, though, so I still swam pretty
fast.
Oh yes, and the Thompsons were very nice. My Pappy always
says, “You marry the mother. Get to know the mom if you can, and you’ll see
what your girl would be like as a wife.” I especially enjoyed conversations and
spending time with Mr. Thompson. By the end of the week, our truer colors were
all showing, and still the good feelings persisted. Ok, I really think this is
it! I found the girl I’ve been looking for since I was 13!
My final weeks at home in July were a whirlwind. I
baptized three youth in Lake Chelan right where I had been baptized 25 years
earlier. It was a tremendous honor. My final hurrah with the Youth Group was a
rainy long weekend at the Creation Music Festival. I worked hard to pack
everything I needed for a move of indefinite length and pared my heap down to
350 pounds in five suitcases. I sold one of my Persian carpets for a little
extra cash to make the move. I had already sold my Jeep, and was driving a
dented, noisy, stinky, rusty, multicolored old Isuzu Trooper. It’s just a car,
right? Selling my Jeep was way harder than I felt it should have been, however.
It’s tough for a rich guy to enter the
kingdom of heaven.
“Are you excited?” well-meaning friends kept asking me.
Well, “excited” isn’t exactly the best word to describe how I felt in those
last days in the States. I still could not believe what I was doing. I’m going
to be a teacher? I’ve only been a substitute! I don’t know what I’m doing! Will
it actually work out with Jennifer? No red lights, but I have to squint to see
the green lights. This could be incredibly good, or incredibly bad. I’m
bringing my cat – will he run away or catch some mysterious Bolivian disease and
die? (He almost did.) Will it be quiet and peaceful where I live, a sanctuary
like the cabin? I do know it doesn’t snow down there. I’m sad to be leaving my
family. My dad will never be able to visit; his lungs won’t work at the
altitude. Yeah, but Jennifer sure is cool. . .
God has called me, this I’m sure. He gave oh-me-of-little-faith
so many confirming signs that I scarcely have room for doubt. Apprehension
maybe, but not doubt.
So I flew south, way south, on July 25th.
What am I getting myself into?