Author: Adventures

 I wonder how so many could be in so much pain, While others don’t seem to feel a thing. I curse my whiteness and get so damned depressed, In a world of suffering why should I be so blessed? Brett Dennen, There Is So Much More     Sometimes I catch myself staring.   I’m staring at the beggar children. At the people dying on the streets. At the people going in and out of the mosques. At women with black eyes and men with cold hearts. I’m staring at the shacks people call home. At the trash kids play in. I’m staring into eyes that lack any...

I saw her and immediately knew to hold her. Barely one year old, she was clad in a battered white tank top littered with holes. As i situated her squishy brown body on one hip, i discovered a new part of my life. In that moment, i tapped into an inch of who a woman of God is. Noisy kids began to spill into the small room where we conduct a nutrition program in one of the nearby slums and she became shy, burying her tired head in my shoulder. She used me as her refuge and i felt it was my duty to protect her, pray life over her, and love her without condition. Honestly, i have never loved an...

   It seems as if He has been using children to teach me different things on this trip. Last week I had an eye-opening experience with a three year old boy. This boy was in the class I was helping to teach and is notorious for misbehaving. That day he proceeded to rip the strap of a little girl’s dress after she took a toy away from him. This boy had done various other minor acts of violence that morning including hitting and pinching. (This culture is a violent culture and it shows in its littlest ones).    Well a little while after this altercation...

I enjoy walking on the paved path along the side of the beach. There is always interesting people that I encounter every time I take a walk down the beach. Clothing store merchants run out of their shops to bring in business, Indian people staring at foreigners, and cattle relaxing on the sand while enjoying the sunset. I met a lady named Lela by the beach. She initially invited us into her store to bring in business but a friendship quickly followed after a few purchases and storytelling. We began to exchange stories about life and our beliefs. She told me about her family and childhood...

My last blog was a little heavy so here’s a quick one to lighten the mood.   On Fridays a small group of believers gathers in this small building in the slums. They have pr@yer and w0rship together and this week, my team was invited to join. A few days earlier I’d mentioned that I would love to wash people’s feet, just like J3sus did, and tell them all about the significance of it. Well last night I had the opportunity to do so.   The group was mostly women and young girls, so that worked to our advantage. After they w0rshiped I stood up and carefully told them...

This week I have not been continuing to give up my lunches that I talked about in my last post, but I have been trying to discover if that is what was wanted and asked of me. It has taken me the entire week to figure out the answer. I have been frustrated and stressed out about this; I am being broken and molded into a new character not of my own but of his. It is beautiful, but more heart wrenching than I anticipated. What I heard in the midst of a thousand voices and directions in my mind was, “beloved, rest and be loved.” I have been too busy talking things out in my...