Having just spent a week in Paradise on the lovely “Garden Island” of Kauai, the westernmost of the Hawaiian Islands, I come away with a sense of wonder and amazement. The flora and fauna of the fabulous tropics bring us a clear example of God’s magnificent creation, yet I find myself recognizing that Dorothy Gale in the Wizard of Oz is absolutely correct when she tells Auntie Em that, “there’s no place like home.”
The crashing waves and the sweet smell of nature in our beloved 50th State fill us with an aromatic reminder of just how small a part any of us play in the grand scheme of things. When we arrive, the bloom is on the vine and the sea is behaving precisely as it wishes… we are merely an observer in the natural process. And when we leave, the waves do not stop and the trade winds continue even when we are not there to witness the miracle of it all.
We dream of returning, yet we accept the embrace of our hometown as we bring just a little of the tropics back with us in our hearts forever.
Mahalo (Thank you) to the beautiful audience who assembled to witness the Damien Play and was challenged by the story of a humble servant of the Lord whose legacy flame can never be allowed to be extinguished.
To the friends with whom we shared these lovely days, you are ‘Ohana (family) to us and we cherish the time together as we look forward to spending more time together in the not-too-distant future.