We were not persecuted. We were just being “protected” by the police because of the state department travel warnings that were in place at the time. Additionally, those police wanted a kickback on the rent we were paying the owners of the house we rented. We did not know that. We did not speak the language.
We did not know that until after we left the station, but I was not afraid. I was not upset by the interruption of our plans for that evening. The thing that frustrates me is that when I travel on trips like this overseas I expect that my plans will be altered, radically altered. I have no problems with that. The thing that bothers me is that I get frustrated when they are altered here during my daily life. I should not have to fly 30 hours in a plane to a place where I do not speak the language to trust Christ, to not fear and resent change of my plans.
Apparently, I have some more growing to do.