Archive for August, 2010

  • Wedding Etc.

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    Well, I am taking a sort of voluntary hiatus from blogging, at least for now. At least on this blog. Since this blog is supposed to be mainly about missions stuff, I’m going to put it on hold for awhile.

    We’re getting married this weekend and with that, we’re taking a year off of doing ministry/missions. Doesnt meant I dont think I will be involved in missions in the future, quite the opposite. We’re building a foundation for our life this upcoming year so that we can sustain a missions and ministry lifestyle. We’re going to learn how to receive so we can always be filled and be able to pour out.

    The journey has not stopped, its just going down a different road this year.

  • Reality Is:

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    Reality is looking into the eyes of an orphan when he realizes he is never going back to the orphanage because he’s found a family.

    Reality is seeing the kids on the street put away their glue bottles for a minute-long prayer and a few minutes of worship to God.

    Reality is giving what little clothes you’ve carted on a boat up the Amazon away to a family living in deep poverty there, because, even though you didn’t take much on this trip, they have less than you have in your suitcase.

    Reality is kids picking through a garbage dump to find food, clothing, and shelter.

    Reality is out in the world, not inside a church or conference bubble.

    Reality is Christ giving food and clothing to the homeless man who had his bags stolen from him.

    Reality maybe isn’t pleasant, but its real, and wholly necessary for life.

  • Upside Down

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    7/4/07 (Pre-Africa)

    And they have turned their backs on You
    Oh, let us not turn our backs completely on You
    But turn back, turn back before the ashes
    The ashes consume us before all the land
    Is laid waste, all land forced to be fallow
    Rivers flooded, rivers shallow
    Is this to be our resting place?
    Our final fate for debts of late?
    We killed the black child, the mulatto as well
    The mestizos were disappeared
    What if I were next? These dreams and treaties
    Promise only underceasing wealth
    Not care or not abandon
    Our wishers wish us well
    From high seats in granite palaaces
    We bemoan two deaths a day
    While our young African brother
    Rejoices when only two a day lay silent
    Somehow the world is at our fingers
    Yet slips by our clumsy feet just the same
    Red dirt, red dirt roads run out
    We know and build and kill the same
    Lessons learned in past lost lives
    Remain seeded in a ground forever never
    To bloom and blossom into knowledge
    The rend the earth at peace with us