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Arriving in the land of the "American Dream"

I have finally made it to the USA. I can't say it's "always" been a dream of mine to come here, but it is fascinating and really cool to actually be sat here writing this breathing in what I know is american air (or air-conditioning).

After lots of horror stories of how mean immigration had the potential to be, I was very pleasantly surprised by my getting in to the land of dreams. The immigration officer was really friendly and smiley and the whole process was very quick and painless.

As I walked into the terminal of the airport in Minnesota (we were connecting with another flight to take us all the way to Kansas City) I think I walked around with my mouth open (well, maybe not literally but on the inside I was). I was like a child that is just overwhelmed by impressions. It looks exactly as I expect it. I recognised so many names of places and brands from the many films I've seen, it was great.

So yes, I got here safely. And I am full of impressions even after less than 24 hours on american soil.

There is so much more to tell, but I am on a borrowed computer, so I have to keep this a bit short.

Just one short impression to end. As we were driving out of the airport in Kansas City we were speeding down the "freeway" (I think that's what they call it), and as I was looking at the the things we sped past, I noticed a raised American flag waving in the wind with frayed edged. The symbol of this nation. As I looked at it I was so struck by all it represents, yet also struck by the fact that it was so worn out, it's edges were falling to pieces. And I asked myself if maybe the state of that flag maybe represents something of this nation also....a proud nation, yet a nation with frayed edges? A nation which isn't all I tries to portray itself as. A nation which needs Jesus just as much as somewhere in Africa....

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