I only had a few minutes (b/c how long could it possibly take to make a tall chai latte?) to let my eyes dart over the headlines on three choice newspapers stacked beside the counter. Two above-the-fold articles promised scandalous news about a rash group of Messianic Jews with influence in the media pumping out pro-Israel commercials that appear to be targeting Christians. Before I make the obvious comments, can I make this one: it’s pitiful that anyone needs to produce any kind of pro-Israel propaganda targeting Christians; Christians should understand covenant and, thus, already be gung-ho pro-Israel.

That said, the tone of both of these articles (at least the first three paragraphs of each b/c those baristas are quick) was one of shocked disdain that someone would produce any kind of pro-Israel propaganda, and especially that they would aim to brainwash the poor, innocent Christians into thinking God has some special plan for the horrible (sic) little nation … by using scripture verses that speak to that end. How … terribly – um – manipulative?

A lot of people are going to be really surprised when this all goes down.

I’m not even going to talk about it here. I’m zine-ing, so if you don’t see me in person regularly and you’re not on my mailing list, let me know and I’ll send you one when they’re done.

The real challenge, after two weeks, is coming home. Messy apartment, stupid job. I thought it might be nice to only work nine hours each day – as opposed to the 12 or 14 we were “working” in India – but it’s not really. My flesh definately prefers the shorter work day, but my spirit misses the exercise. So much of India is oppressed and depressed in so many ways, but there’s a spiritual freedom there that I’m jealous for. There’s a simplicity there that I’ve been after as long as I’ve been aware that I should be after a way of life. Call me to India, Lord – I’ll go.