For the past few years I had been involving in medical mission organized
by churches on a yearly basis. A promise which I intended to keep after my PCI
few years ago; I however leave it to the great one to decide where my
destination. The missioner serving in India had returned at the beginning of
this year and I knew that a returning to India is impossible this year. I was
contacted by the local assistant pastor in charging of the foreign mission
earlier this year; she had told me that 3 missions would be held this year and
one of the options was China which I instant stroke out from the list.
Application of a visa to China is a pain of the aXX for me as I need to hand my
passport to an agent and sent it to HK for application. The next option was
Satun and Bangladesh. I opted for Bangladesh as I had never been to that part
of the world. 5 years ago during my 1st mission, I had chosen
Bangladesh as my first choice but was redirected to Satun for some reason.
After the inquiry, everything went silent and I was a little happy that
maybe the great one had wanted to move the jubilee forward a few year for
me(yeah, yeah, I knew it was only year 5….). Well, after I finalized our trip
to Kansai. I got contacted by one of my mission mate asking me if I wanted to
do any trip this year. I told her that I had opted for Bangladesh early this
year but no one had contacted me. She told me that much had happened and the
asst pastor who in charge of the mission was reassigned and another new asst
pastor had taken over the job. However due to various reasons, pass-over was
not done properly the new kid on the bloc did not aware that I existence. The
Bangladesh team was still short of physician. My ex-team mate Z (a nursing
practitioner) had opted to go to Satun with a catechumen(chief resident in
family medicine) and we had exchanged idea about trip for catechumen; we both agreed that Satun is a more civilized place to go for a catechumen. Z had
asked me if she could mentioned my name again to the new asst pastor in charge as
the Bangladesh team is still short of medical staff and I complied.
Days later, I had gotten a call from the new asst pastor in charge C and
I had accepted his invitation; I knew that there is no place for me to hide.
The Satun mission was later cancelled and Z and her friend C had joined
the Bangladesh team.
