The police

No I don’t mean the musical group. I mean the uniformed group who throw their weight around and around and around. Its rarely fun at the police station and this morning was no exception. It seems police everywhere in this part of the world utilize the waiting game. Now at least I was there for a legitimate reason today . . . we were working on getting our visas for the coming year. But I could not fail to notice how you have to keep a respectful distance from the officer, how you have to use a submissive voice, and often you could be asked which political party you are affiliated with! The level of hassle from the officer you get by chance today, most likely will relate to this last question.

Going through the almost constant process of visa-mongering . . . that process that never ends in our search for legal papers to stay in-country . . . we learn well how to relate to the police and other government officials. An amazing amount of time is lost every year by us and our partners as we continually fight for visas. In fact Brenda and I are planning to attempt gaining Macedonian passports once again this year. We are entering our eighth year here visa-wise and there is a chance we can gain citizenship, which would bring a wonderful stop to the never-ending visa process.

I am thrilled that the Kingdom of God works so much better than this process. There is no constant supplication to stay in the Kingdom once there. If you are there, you are there! No yearly applications to prolong our stay, no begging and no repetitive documents to complete in order to appease some red-tape-loving politician. Just love God and love His world and love His people, and enjoy the stay