It happens to us all at one point or another. I can’t say exactly when it started, but I know exactly when I realized it. It was this afternoon as I was walking to the mall to send a fax. It’s about a 30 min walk; it’s quicker if you happen to catch the bus. But I enjoy the walk; it’s a calming time for me. So I was walking and praying. And then I said it. “God, I want to know where you want me to serve… but I don’t think this church is right for me- I don’t fit in here.” Wow as soon as I said it (actually ‘thought it’ as I was praying in my head) I realized what had just happened. I stopped walking. And chastised myself – “Eric when did the purpose of the church become to serve you?” Clearly God doesn’t want me to travel the path of least resistance my whole life. It’s not about what’s easiest for me. It’s about what is best for God. My presence in Mexico is to serve God first, serve the people second, myself third. I think somewhere along the line I allowed the devil an angle to tempt me because obviously I don’t fit in – I’m an American in Mexico – duh! But they are my brothers and sisters. I can’t look at others as different than me (ethnocentrism), and therefore can’t teach me anything. Pray that I will be humble enough to allow God to use me to teach them, or learn what God is trying to teach me through them.