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While visiting Costa Rica recently, we had the good fortune of venturing out on our own and exploring different segments of life and culture of this lush tropical paradise in Central America.  Is it any wonder that many Canadians find themselves on one of these “warm” adventures in order to escape the drudgery or what would spell a long and arduous journey of Winter?   I’ve never been one for “warm” vacations, but when I stepped out of the airport terminal only to drink in what I knew I’d been missing, and what I knew I would thoroughly enjoy, I wondered why I hadn’t done it sooner with my “much better” half.  When you transform yourself from the “cocoon” that is winter, you almost (almost) don’t want to retreat back there.  But alas! That is not reality.  But for one glorious week (or however long you choose to “run away”), you make it last a lifetime. 

 

I am not directionally challenged, but in a place that is not familiar, you have to feel your way around, until it becomes the “norm”, even if it is for a short while.  One thing that really stood out on our way to and from the home where we stayed, was a very unique sign.  That sign was our marker for knowing when we were on the right track so to speak. If you’re not familiar with the language of a country you are visiting, it can get pretty awkward, confusing and at best, frustrating.  Luckily for Brent, his “much better” half was very familiar with the language, and he didn’t have to show his frustration nearly as much.  But this sign was in a language even he understood.  As a matter of fact, it could be understood in any language and in any culture.  At a very strategic corner stood among other things, a red cross painted onto a white building. It was massive, you couldn’t miss it.  For it determined whether or not you turned left or right to get to your destination.  I thought about that on the  way back to our winter wonderland, and I marvelled at how God, in His infinite Mercy, continues to remind us, that the Cross is still the marker that determines whether we go “left” or “right” to get to our final destination.

 
Signs of the Times
 
By Marcia Kidd