Author: Adventures

Cross on the Wall

It’s about doggone time I made an update. I have an anecdote to recount along with the update. The first — the anecdote — is something of a flashback to our return to Mae Sot a week or so ago. It was a powerful moment that I have, until now, kept to myself out of a certain awe. Our very first morning in Mae Sot involved a brief stint of helping out the Outpour staff, while the remainder of the day was a time for rest (a very tiresome, boring one, as it turned out to be). We were assisting Outpour staff in cleaning out a warehouse-type building. It was once host to a...

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Prayer Walking in L.A.

But really, I went to L.A. The town where CICRIN is located is called Los Angeles and, funnily enough, down the road is Sacramento. My Tuesday morning assignment was prayer walking with four of my team through Los Angeles. Before we left, we stood together and I prayed for God to guide our steps, thoughts, and words. After, we walked out onto the main road past houses, people riding bikes, bus stops, and convenience stores. About ten twenty minutes in, one of teammates suggested we turn down a down a small dirt road (not that uncommon, most of the roads are dirt). It was beautiful and...

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Prayer Walking in L.A.

But really, I went to L.A. The town where CICRIN is located is called Los Angeles and, funnily enough, down the road is Sacramento. My Tuesday morning assignment was prayer walking with four of my team through Los Angeles. Before we left, we stood together and I prayed for God to guide our steps, thoughts, and words. After, we walked out onto the main road past houses, people riding bikes, bus stops, and convenience stores. About ten twenty minutes in, one of teammates suggested we turn down a down a small dirt road (not that uncommon, most of the roads are dirt). It was beautiful and...

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In The Midst of Celebration

So this weekend was full of celebrations! Yet in the midst of it all my perspective changed. And because of that, I’m still celebrating. Let me explain further.  So it’s quite evident that I can’t speak spanish. I obviously get by with hand gestures and a smile.. yet it can be so frustrating when all I really want to do is reach out and thoroughly get to know some one here. This past weekend we left Ometepe Island to work with another ministry. It’s made up of people that have poured their hearts out into ministry, a building that supports them, children in...

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I Wasn’t Prepared For This

We joke that those words are our team motto: “I wasn’t prepared for this”. We speak those words when we prepare to teach a three hour class to English majors, and then show up at the university and have to throw out our plans and wing a 3 hour class about sports to Physical Education majors. “I wasn’t prepared for this”. Those are the words that are spoken through nervous laughs when we are randomly called on to share a testimony at church or bible study. “I wasn’t prepared for this”! We laugh and shiver as most of our team continues to...

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I Wasn’t Prepared For This

We joke that those words are our team motto: “I wasn’t prepared for this”. We speak those words when we prepare to teach a three hour class to English majors, and then show up at the university and have to throw out our plans and wing a 3 hour class about sports to Physical Education majors. “I wasn’t prepared for this”. Those are the words that are spoken through nervous laughs when we are randomly called on to share a testimony at church or bible study. “I wasn’t prepared for this”! We laugh and shiver as most of our team continues to...

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