Earlier this year,
I was in a dilemma of going again to Satun or not. I realized that I would be
called as I am the one of the best candidates and as I had promised the great
one along the path, I knew it cannot be evaded.
However, deep in
my heart, I was still praying that the tour would be postponed or someone would
hop in and volunteered for the tour.
Well, in May, the
most worried part had occurred when I discovered that the tour would be set on
early September. That would be definitely a suffering one as I would go on a
leave-packed call –leave-packed call working condition; the Sri Lanka trip was
scheduled during mid of August.
The final moment
came around July when the pastor in charge of the mission called up. She asked
me if I was still with my previous church after the dispute. The second
question was if I would still be willing to help out the Satun tour.
The positive
answer slipped through my mouth under the lead of the great one. At some
moment, I regretted my decision but yet, I realized that it is not my mission,
it was mission dei….
The roster was an
ugly one for August and September as I had predicted but yet it was still my
destiny to face it…
The payback shift
for the Sri Lanka trip was smooth and I don’t need to worry about the Satun
tour as this time, the pastor in charge will be going with us; I just need to
concentrate on my medical part.
I had 3 senior
nurses with medical mission experience (they had taken the Bangladesh tour last
year), 1 undergraduate, 1 medical researcher and the pastor on the team.
I thought I was well
prepared this time with load of instrument (otoscope, funduscope, forceps,
suture set…) and 2x of drugs , compared to the last trip; but yet, I was wrong
again when I reached there….
