I know that as a missionary it’s good to become accustomed
to your host culture. Those who can’t do it don’t make it. That’s a fact. But
is there such a thing as overdoing it? Take certain food items for example:
cakes in Bolivia tend to be heavy and not overly sweet. Generally they look a
whole lot prettier than they taste to a North American palate. But lately I
find myself thinking “Is this cake really that good or have I been here too
long?” The same thing seems to be the case with corn on the cob. One of the
things that my wife particularly misses is that good Midwestern sweet corn.
Bolivian corn tends to be big and tough, like field corn but even less sweet.
Again I ask, have I been here too long when “choclo” tastes great? I could go on about Stateside
steak being flavorless and too tender, or the way food cooked under unsanitary
conditions in Bolivia tastes better than that in many health-inspector-approved
US restaurants, but I think you get my point.
And it’s not just food. I used to be a very punctual person,
by the clock, on time. Not anymore. The clock doesn’t mean that much here.
Events are more important than schedules and relationships are more important
than jobs. I wonder how that will play out when I arrive an hour late to a
speaking engagement at a US church? Or when I go over my allotted time by 45
minutes? Will anyone still be there to hear me?
There’s also the problem of mañana (tomorrow). Mañana is
when everything will be done—passports, visas, car repairs, you name it. Mañana
explains why, with only three weeks left to go before leaving Bolivia, I am
trying to give blood that I could have given a long time ago. Mañana is also why
I’ve received an invitation to teach at the Easter Junta (the biggest event of
the year in the life of our church) only a week before it begins.
Will I have some problems readjusting to life in the States?
Probably. In fact I am certain of it. I expect to make a few blunders, maybe a
few driving errors (Bolivian rules are a bit different) or social
shockers. So I’m glad that our Lord
understands what it means to move between cultures. Did Jesus grow to prefer
the food on earth to whatever fare heaven may have offered him? Did he adjust
and enjoy a new form of friendship and camaraderie with his disciples? Did he feel any sadness at saying goodbye and
returning to his native culture?
Those are good questions. Maybe I’ll have to give them some
more thought and ponder all the ramifications. When I do I’ll be sure to share
them with you—mañana.