A few years ago, I had the chance to go on a mission trip to a really remote village in Honduras. I was told that the villagers spoke no English, which wasn’t supposed to be a problem because we actually had a translator travel with us from the church. I could talk to the villagers fairly easily when he was around, and thus I could feel like I was fitting in.
The problem came when he wasn’t around.
There were times I would find myself alone with three or four villagers, mixing or pouring concrete for a floor, and I would try to get to know them a little bit more. The problem is that I speak drunken third grade Spanish on a good day. So it became more and more clear that I wasn’t “from round here”.
There is a discomfort that comes from being an outsider. If you don’t know what’s going on and no way to figure out what’s going on, it can be intimidating. Trying to acclimate is a daunting task when you don’t know what’s going on, or why.
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