Susan LaffertyPhrases from other cultures land in our sentences and frequent our conversations.
One of those? “Same same, but different.”
We are the same. But different.
In our trek across oceans and sojourns in other lands, we see this.
Face to face. While talking about family. Life. Hopes. Dreams. Pain. Struggle.
Same same, but different.
We board a flight with passports in hand. Tickets to the far side of the sea.
No turning back now.
Seatbelts fasten. Engines roar. And this capsule we’re all sitting in hurtles forward then lifts.
Up. To and through the clouds.
Sun pours in.
I look down at the neat miniature houses, roads, fields, forests.
One last look.
In the tapestry God weaves on this “go and make disciples” journey, threads don’t always come together like I imagine they will.
Unfinished. Conversations sometimes unraveling. Quiet dismissals.
And me, stumbling through. Weak.
Wondering if I’m saying it in a way they can understand.
