We've been on here for nearly 24 hours. The sleep wasn't the greatest, or even a thing. You should have seen our train car, it looked like a gong-show of human bodies seeking some degree of impossible comfort.
But, it's all part of the fun.
I often get asked, "why don't we fly? It's quicker." That is true, it is quicker, more expensive though. But it's not just about the money.
We're generating memories together.
Our team and our service in Mexico is made stronger/better as a result of living in a rocking tin can for 40 hours.
We've bonded
- over "train-food" (which, is no home cooked meal by mom).
- by sharing our packed snacks. (Thanks Zach.)
- playing with our chairs (Justin's keeps in-reclining on its own)
- observing the scenery outside (its surprising how much garbage you see by the tracks)
- hair (I'm a dude, so I don't get this one as much)
And more.
This is living in community. And it's so great for us to learn how to do this.
Our train is about an hour and half behind schedule. Time can be made up, but if not, things can get complicated tonight in LA. So, I ask if you might pray that our train can make up time.
Blessings to you all back home!
Adam.
Here's my view inside the train.
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