Well, visitors (hopefully mostly friends :) ), I'm getting ready to travel to Colombia where I will be speaking at a major national conference organized by the Apostolic Coalition of Colombia and in particular pastor Roosevelt Muriel, President of Cedecol. I'll be taking part of the conference at the invitation of Dr. Naomi Dowdy, who is the main speaker. Other speakers include Dr. Bill Hamon and Dr. Allen Vincent.
So today I had to fly to Chicago for a day and get my visa. As a Bulgarian citizen I need a visitor visa for Colombia. What an 'adventure' that was!
In order to appreciate this 'story' keep in mind that the Consul of the Colombian Embassy (Sarah, she never mentioned her last name) told me I have to be in the Consulate no later than 9:30 am because she has to travel somewhere. In fact she didn't even want to receive me at first when I asked for an appointment for visa the other day. THE OTHER DAY! Did you read that? I found out I can't apply for a visa by mail and I have to go there in person. In Chicago that is! From Minnesota. Whatever. So I get online and I buy me a last minute (last seat on the outbound flight) ticket to Chicago. I have to land there at 8:30, get a taxi, pray there's no traffic on North Cicero (that's a miracle) and get there (somewhere downtown Chicago on 500 North Michigan Avenue), hoping Sarah will still be there.
So I get ready in the morning and I'm all ready even had my coffee nicely warmed up and ready to go to the airport. Wanda jumps in the car and . . . oops! the battery is dead! It's 6:00 am and my flight leaves at 7:00 am.
[ the next 10 minutes are nothing to talk about so I'll skip]
I search franticly for our battery charger. Yes, if you live in Minnesota, you better have a battery charger. We use those in the winter A LOT. Well, there it was, catching dust in the basement and what's worse - UNCHARGED! We try once, we try trice, nope! Dead!
[another 3-5 minutes of my comments, sounds and actions worth skipping]
So I call this cab service we used once and the guy says no problem, will be there in 15 minutes. Usually it takes 30 minutes he says, but if you're missing a flight, we'll make it there in 15. Which is a different way of saying, it's going to cost you more, pal! Whatever, as long as I catch my flight.
Miracle 1 - the man comes in LESS than 15 minutes!
Miracle 2 - he's in a good mood and even asks me how the family is!
Miracle 3 - he actually THINKS rationally and figures out there's construction work going on on Hwy 77 and using Palomino Dr. will jump us ahead of the slowest part of the line of cars crawling up north on their way to Minneapolis (non Minnesota residents, I realize you can't appreciate
Miracle 3, but trust me, it was one indeed)
Miracle 4 - the man drives OVER the speed limit and properly takes turns with up to 68 miles an hour.
$45 bucks, 15 minutes and FOUR miracles later, I'm standing at the check-in line.
Here comes my favorite
MIRACLE 5!
The Ethiopian security guy who checks people's boarding passes and their IDs looks at mine and thinks hard.
"What's your first name?"
"U-u-h, George, sir...but it really is Gueorgui as you can see on my driver's license..." I pull out my wallet while he's staring trying to figure me out...the line is building and the time is already 6:40 am...I'm trying not to think that the rule says you must be on board of the aircraft 15 minutes before departure and they close the gates at exactly that time unless there's a delay.
"But you have a different first name here!", declares the man with a voice that says something like "I think I'm going to have some fun here."
"I know, I know, they are working on it, believe me, I had to deal with this the last time I flew, seriously! And they are updating it in the system so it can be the same as it is on my passport and driver's license."
He's now looking at my passport.
"But as you can see, here's all my credit cards, you see, they all say George. So, that's why."
He thinks, thinks, thinks, thinks...."OK I'll let you go!"
Miracle 6 I rush through the terminal and I actually make it on the airplane. All my worries were for nothing. We board, I get into my seat and . . . we wait for 30 minutes for them to add more fuel and fix some knob, as the captain explains. We left exactly 45 minutes late!
I'm trying not to think about Sarah the Colombian Consul, who sounded really casual and unwilling to wait for me if I was late.
The captain did well and made up for lost time, landing at Chicago Midway only 10 minutes late.
I run to the taxi area and jump into one REAL Chicago taxi and we have a nice talk with the driver who is from Nigeria and has a Bible on the front row. He began to preach to me but his variation of the English language was way too different from what I had the nerves to try to interpret at the moment. He goes to the Celestial Church, though. I got that. [. . . the Celestial Church?! No time to ask more what kind of an animal that is]
I call Sarah and let her know my flight was late but I am in Chicago and am in a taxi on my way to the Consulate.
I end up at 500 North Michigan Avenue at exactly 9:30 am. I hope this is good enough for Sarah the Consul.
She received me 30 minutes later and lets me know she really doesn't like the fact that the 3 photos I'm supposed to bring for my application are not on glossy photo paper. She tries to make me feel guilty using the
professional bureaucrat tone # 14, so typical for bureaucrats all over the world. It's like they all went to the same academy or something.
"No, it's really is on Kodak paper, seriously!"
"But it looks like a photo copy. Isn't it a photo copy?"
"No, no! It is on Kodak paper, even if it's not glossy."
She puts on the "I'm a little offended" look and hesitantly sends me to Citi Bank accross the street to pay the $100 for the visa.
At 11:00 am I'm out of the building with a brand new snapping Colombian visa in my Bulgarian passport. Thank you Lord! Time to go back home.
Then comes time for my
Miracle # 7 I actually pull out the travel itinerary to see exactly when is my flight back. I knew it was either 1:00 pm or 1:30 but wasn't completely sure. May be I'll have time to sit down somewhere downtown and get a snack before I head back to the airport!
Wait! Could this be true? My itinerary tells me that I fly back to Minnesota from O'Hare! This is the first time I see this information. OK then, I think, this was really close. Someone has been praying for me today. So I jump in another cab with another (not so friendly African driver without a Bible on the front row) and he takes me to O'Hare.
I land in Minneapolis and find out that the battery of our car is still dead. I have to head out for my fourth taxi ride for the day.
What a day this has been!
May be my SEVEN little miracles are not such great miracles for you. But if even one of those had gone wrong, I could have had a very different kind of day. And I wouldn't have been back home so early to be with my family. I could have easily been rushing between airports, missing flights, sweating at even more cabs and talking to even more folks to who go to who knows what kind of Celestial places.
But I'm blessed and instead I'm kicking back, reflecting/blogging about my day and thanking the Lord that he truly is with us even when situations pop up and we start fussing.
How many little (or BIG) miracles did you count in your life today?