Jesus replied, “Foxes have holes and birds of the air have nests, but the Son of Man has no place to lay his head.” (Luke 9:58, NIV)
Whatever happened since June must’ve been God’s job. The truth of the matter is, we don’t know where we will sleep next. This transition, this big leap across the pond, has changed our lives in an unorthodox, but magnificent way. Tension still remains, for we do not know if we will stay in Maryland, or leave to Florida, or even turn back to Puerto Rico.
Allow me to evaluate: I am willing to stay in Maryland for a while, but I want to finish high school. My dad has been crazy ever since we got here to go back there (I don’t blame him; he’s comfortable), and I am tied to whatever decision he and Mami takes. My sister and I are still reluctant to go back, if the point of this change is to… well, change! But what if we do leave and I have to restart high school somewhere in the country, or somewhere back in my country?
The question remains: If I leave Maryland to turn back to Puerto Rico or to Florida or anywhere, what would I do? Isn’t it the Lord’s job to send us, as He was sent by His own Father to earth, as He did on that manger? On the cross? On the temple? Truth is, the immortal Son of Man was delivered on this transient world for the freedom He already has. Everything He touched was mortal: skin, man-made temples, the sea, cloth, even He was buried on a “loaned” grave! Such human place for an immortal… is this love?
Whereas we pack our bags tomorrow and leave, amidst all the reluctance, this should be the prayer in my heart: “Be it Your will, Son of Man, that I take at every place I go.”