How does one make sense of the epic events of the journey from London to Durban? In all, the trip involved:
• 1 cancelled flight
• 2 unplanned hotel stays (London & Cape Town)
• 1 emergency landing in Ghana
• arriving 2 days late
• countless hours waiting in lines for re-bookings, hotel vouchers, and transportation between airport terminals and hotels
• managing 12 large bags through all of the above
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More than once, I found myself wondering what God was up to. Did he want us to avoid Johannesburg? Was there a divine appointment He was arranging? Was it somehow important to arrive in Durban on Monday, instead of Saturday as scheduled?
I don’t have answers to these questions, but there were significant things that happened as a result:
1. Abby made a friend. While waiting for a very long time at the Cape Town airport for arrangements for hotel accommodation and transport to be arranged, we met a family also bound for Durban. It reminded us that there are unexpected blessings amidst delays.
2. Cape Town. It seems significant that, in coming to South Africa as full time missionaries, we entered the country through Cape Town. Two hundred and ten years ago, Kerry’s ancestor William Anderson arrived in Cape Town from London as a missionary with the relatively new London Missionary Society. A little later, he headed north into the interior to minister among the Koi Koi, San and Griqua tribes – almost fifty years before David Livingston came to South Africa. We had an uncanny sense of somehow following in his footsteps.
3. Our heightened sense of thankfulness upon finally reaching our destination was combined with the joy of being greeting by familiar faces. One of the women who came to meet us at the airport explained, “You came back!” In the buzz of that airport welcome, I almost didn’t hear those words, “You came back!” It had been such a long journey, full of unexpected detours. Kethiwe gave me a hug and she said, “We are so excited that you are here.” It was tall slender Buli who exclaimed, “You came back!”
“You came back!” Three small words that I almost dismissed then I found myself wanting to linger over them. What does it mean to our friends here that we came back? What does it mean to my heritage that I came back? What does it mean to you Lord that we followed your call to come back?
Who knows all the reasons we were delayed under a barrage of extraordinary circumstances. While it certainly wasn’t fun at the time, we’re not sorry.