Lost in Translation

The Costa Ricans have a phrase they use for many things . . . "Pura vida," which literally means "pure life." How's your day? Pura vida. How's your car running? Pura vida (okay, I haven't heard that one because we don't have a car, but I've heard it's really used).

But the funny thing is that "pura vida" isn't all that pure. I was talking to our neighbor tonight, and he told me to be very careful around here. He said the houses are like jails, which is true. We need four keys to get through the front door, and our gate has barbed wire fit for a war zone.

The economy here has major cracks in it. Inflation is at 13%, and scandals abound. Something like two or three ex-presidents are in jail for corruption.

The weather has been strange here too, so they tell me. Limon, a city on the Carribean coast has had horrific flooding, leaving thousands of people without shelter.

This reminds me that we live in a fallen world. "All have sinned and fall short of the glory of God," as Scripture says. Even though Ticos may say "pura vida," they need the forgiveness and new life offered in Jesus Christ as much as any other people.

These difficulties are actually good for us. The transition to Colombia will be easier. We'll be used to watching our backs and locking numerous locks and carrying a hidden billfold. God is good!