Regarding "shacks" in Belize, I can be happy in a hammock between two trees. Never did much care for material things. except for my laptop, books and music. Oh yeah, and my weaving loom.
I just finished reading your essay "What the Left Behind Series Really Means" and I am chilled. My rakish and drunken uncle one day opened the door to a couple of Jehovah Witnesses and found "Jesus". He then proceeded to dry up and wreak havoc on his children. His daughter -- my cousin -- has chronic psoriasis now and his son has disappeared from the family (I would have too).