How would you feel if you had a good job and were suddenly told to pack your bags and move over three thousand kilometers away to a place you don't know?
What would be your reaction if, while traveling to your new destination, you lost your new car in a terrifying car accident that left you and your family completely unharmed, but in the middle of nowhere?
How would you feel if, once you finally arrived at your destination, you immediately found yourself coordinating the construction of a gigantic church using only the enthusiastic, but unskilled, labor of your volunteer parishioners with the precarious support of a perpetually overdrawn bank account?
Would you feel like shouting all your frustration and running away?
Or would you shout "Praise God!" keeping your eyes wide open to see the miracles?