Exile -
4.prolonged separation from one's country or home, as by force of circumstances: wartime exile.
On June 28th 2009, the day before we were scheduled to fly back to Tegucigalpa, the military barged into the Honduran president’s bedroom, and demanded, at gun point, that he leave the country.
The embassy suspended all travel to Honduras the following week. Protests filled the streets, two people died and thirty were injured. The president attempted to fly into the Tegucigalpa airport but was not allowed to land. Both sides of the controversy attested that they were going about things in the most “democratic way,” and yet the country – our home – remains in political upheaval.
We keep delaying our flight. What will happen to our new country, our friends, our work at transformation in the garbage dump community? Our plans for the summer have been thrown out the window. Work teams canceled. We wait here, at my parent’s house, and kill time in indecision. We work on what we can, by the internet, but we remain with one foot raised high, unsure of which direction to head, in limbo.
“Mortals make elaborate plans,
But God has the last word. “
- The Message, somewhere in Proverbs.
4.prolonged separation from one's country or home, as by force of circumstances: wartime exile.
On June 28th 2009, the day before we were scheduled to fly back to Tegucigalpa, the military barged into the Honduran president’s bedroom, and demanded, at gun point, that he leave the country.
The embassy suspended all travel to Honduras the following week. Protests filled the streets, two people died and thirty were injured. The president attempted to fly into the Tegucigalpa airport but was not allowed to land. Both sides of the controversy attested that they were going about things in the most “democratic way,” and yet the country – our home – remains in political upheaval.
We keep delaying our flight. What will happen to our new country, our friends, our work at transformation in the garbage dump community? Our plans for the summer have been thrown out the window. Work teams canceled. We wait here, at my parent’s house, and kill time in indecision. We work on what we can, by the internet, but we remain with one foot raised high, unsure of which direction to head, in limbo.
“Mortals make elaborate plans,
But God has the last word. “
- The Message, somewhere in Proverbs.
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