April 2, 2011
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I hated cold showers. Never, ever, ever took them growing up. Hot showers are so nice. Baths are even better. And then Brazil. To tell the truth, I think it was the only part of the “missionary” thing where I really felt like I was ”suffering for Jesus.”
Half the time I took cold showers in Brazil because you have to turn on a switch to make it hot. I either couldn’t figure it out (and was too stubborn to ask), or scared that it would shock me. It only takes a few good electric shocks to NOT want to go anywhere that might cause another one. Showers in Brazil have one knob. If you have a hot water heater thingy, you normally have a choice: water pressure, or heat.
The hot water heater thingy in Brazilian showers consists of a big bulb-like thing on the showerhead. It looms there above you, with various wires going various places. And yes, it is run on electricity. I have not figured out the logic in this yet.
When I lived at the Alcance, my hot water heater thingy died, and kept dying every time we got it fixed. So I said what the heck. Rachel is a happy person if she starts her day off right. Starting her day off right includes a shower. But since I only liked taking cold showers if I was hot and sweaty–that meant I had to wake up and go jogging every morning. Hmmm.
It turned out to be the best thing ever. I think my body is officially addicted to the endorphines, because I am hooked–I love jogging. And all because of cold showers. Now I have to go and find something else that is “suffering for Jesus.” MAN.
