No, not the voices in my head, I’m not going to tell you about those. 🙂

I’m talking about the difference in the voices between Grand Rapids, Chicago and Miami.

Grand Rapids – all English, pretty much all of the time and with very little accent of any other country or region coming through. Busy but not frantic. Crowded but not overwhelmed.

Chicago – O’Hare – busy beyond belief. Could hardly find a spare two feet to walk in to get from Concourse L to Concourse K. The voices – some laughing, some angry, some happy. Some English, some Spanish, some other languages that sound like they are related to Spanish – French? Portuguese? Some Asian, some middle eastern. All of them with a purpose and all of them a great big melting pot either trying to get somewhere or trying to help people get somewhere.

Miami – because it was late at night and earlier in the morning, the pace of the voices was different. Not as hectic. Much more willing to be accommodating. Much more willing to “have a nice day” to the people they came into contact with.

But that’s not the biggest difference I noticed between the voices at the airports. Miami, of all three, represented the geographically related diversity. There were a lot of different accents and a lot of different languages but most of them were related to Central America, the Caribbean and down into South America.

The voices I heard in my travel so far taught me a couple of very important things. Well, maybe they didn’t teach me, but they reminded me……

Our world is very small. It’s very big but it’s very small. And it’s the small that matters more than the big.

Our world is more alike than it is different. Yeah, we have different customs and different languages and some different beliefs. But when it comes down to it, we are all part of God’s people (whether we believe in God or not) and we all want to be treated with dignity and respect.

Our world would be in much better shape now if more people treated those who are different from them with respect and dignify even if they are different.

Or they look different.

Or they talk differently.

Or they got here (wherever here is) differently.

God says, “Love your neighbor as yourself.” I heard and saw a lot of different neighbors on the trip to Haiti.

Tom