God
When God went on holiday in Bruce Amighty, I’m sure He must have gone to the Dominican Republic. Today I was thinking about the taboo that is quite prevalent in The Netherlands of not talking about your faith. You can say whatever you like to whomever you like, but just never try to convince somebody else about what you believe. I find that even amongst the christians in the church that we’re attending now, people are quite shy or withdrawn when it comes to talking what their faith means to them on a personal basis.
But how different in The Dominican Republic! He’s everywhere, in the language, on billboards, and in conversations. “If the Lord’s willing” in between every line when talking about the future, “May God bless them”, when you walk on the streets with your kids. A hardware store that’s called: “I can do anything through Christ, who gives me strength.” Very encouraging when you are fixing your kitchen, or drilling a hole, I’d say!
We had a nurse who helped us with our twins when they were just born. I once called her to cancel an appointment and got her answering machine. This is what it said: “Jesus is the truth, Jesus is the light, Jesus is the way: Please leave your message in Jesus’ name.” Just not knowing what to say I decided to call her back later…
I know that to some it all may sound quite ridiculous, but I like the openheartedness that comes from it. I felt blessed when people spoke to me in such a way. On one of the hardest days of my life I bought some cookies from a very poor lady in the streets. I simply cried when she smiled at me and said: “Just stay with God, everything will be fine.”
Perhaps I should go back to Santo Domingo and see if I can find God somewhere. Maybe He’s having a chat with somebody on a nice sandy beach, or drinking a (virgin) pina colada on the city square. Because some days, I certainly miss Him here.