This past week, I thought I was sinking one more root into Panamanian soil. I thought I was actually going to have a monthly phone contract. I walked into the cellular store armed with the requisite letter of credit from my bank. I gave the sales associate my residency card and reference letter, which she proceeded to examine closely. Then she showed my letter to another employee and they talked quietly. She returned to tell me that my credit standing only qualified me for the two lowest plans. Her English was a bit broken, but I got the message that if I proved myself by being a good customer, I could move up the food chain.
It was a strange feeling. Part of me wanted to strongly object. My credit rating in the States is exemplary. People give me loans with just a signature. My last cellphone company went on and on about what a long-term customer I had been. I guess in the cellular world; twelve years is real loyalty. But … in this country, I have no credit. “Oh well” … I thought, “At least I can get this started.” That’s when she asked me for my water bill. WHAT????
Living cross-culturally adds another level of tension to our lives. I need to keep these small frustrations in perspective. The Incarnation story helped me this week. I’m from another country where my credit worthiness has been established. Why should I expect instant entrée here in Panama. But what would it be like to deserve every recognition, every privilege … and receive none? That’s what Jesus Immanuel endured for me!
The true light that gives light to everyone was coming into the world. He was in the world, and though the world was made through him, the world did not recognize him. He came to that which was his own, but his own did not receive him. 1 John 9-11
I think I’ll survive.
