Finifugal used to simply be one of those pretty words that sounded cool if one of my english friends used it in a sentence. Little did I know that this word, that sounded like some or other Asian dish in one of Eastbound's stories, would gain meaning and reveal one of my hearts greatest fears. It is used to describe a person who fears endings, who tries to avoid the final moments of a story, relationship or some memorable journey. Someone who runs from goodbyes and prolong the ending of a good book.
Many of times we hear how much God loves us and wish nothing but the best for all his children; the ones that know his love and the ones that don’t know it as much. Looking back at my life, knowing all the wrong that I have done to others and myself, I’ve said and done things that I will always be ashamed of, the worst was not knowing if I am really forgiven. I’ve read the scripters and have said the words out loud, but still every detail of my past was not forgiven; well at least not all, according to me, looking for any sign that God loves me and that he will take care of me, regardless of my past. Seeing so many miracles happen to so many people around me but never to me, then having the devil having some fun in my head telling me lies to make me believe that he does not love me as much as the others. So having this scenario play out for years going round and round in my life…………………..
You never know what you can live without until you have to carry everything in one bag on your back -JS
Ahh Middle East, what an awesome place! I'm so stoked that I had the privilege of serving the people of crossroads. I'm really liking the tea a lot it's like a mix between rooibos and normal tea, it's perfect!
This is a thank you. Or an attempt at acknowledgement. To the countless faces and people that I have crossed paths with in the past few years.I once heard a sermon of the way that we are rocks on a river bed, being tossed and turned and swept downstream. And as we bump shoulders with one another, a forming takes place. God determines the length and the depth but still - we are formed in different ways by the people around us. Words cannot describe the forming that has come in different shapes and sizes in my own life. In the colours of a Quecha woman in the Andes mountains or the quiet determination of an Indonesian woman. In the silence of a submissive wife or the exuberant sounds of worship. In the laughter of an Egyptian family or the tears of a Syrian family. In the dreams of friends in Cuba or the passion of friends in Brazil. People have become part of life, new people or old people. Life happens, somewhere in the deep conversations and quick conversations and sometimes even in the conversations without words. Sometimes it is simply in the glimpse of what is happening in your life, even when passing through your village with a train or in seeing you bath your child in the river that my worldview and life view is shaken and shaped. You, the pastor that taught me something about leadership. You, the missionary whose life taught me something of sacrifice. You, the Syrian child who taught me about joy. You, the Turkish man who wowed me with hospitality. You, the stranger who stands closer to help with translating. You, the Guyanan woman who loved on me. You, the Zanzibari woman that brightens up the day with your smile. You, the man who dreams big dreams. You, the Croatian man that made me think about my heritage. You, the German woman that personifies grace. You, the South African that shows me the Father's heart. You, the wise. You, the brave. You, the inspiration. This is the school of the nations. This is life. This is my inheritance. I often think that a journey can be summarised in the people that you meet. It is a kaleidoscope of faces and conversations and memories that take shape as an ever winding and inspiring journey. Why do we travel? Yes we see new places and eat new foods and it is all new experience. But in the end its the people that make a place.We were not made as solitary human beings, the world is rich - sometimes overwhelmingly so - in humans. And how beautiful is the face of our Creator, caught up in the scores of people around the world that make up His body and His bride. We all tell a story, a much bigger story. I am a fleeting whisper, in and out of your lives, off to the next place or the next adventure. But you are not forgotten. You have shaped me, you are shaping me. This is a thank you. Weak, but still. Thank you.
The Global Challenge Expeditions Team of 2015 has created an initiative to increase financial support, called the Break an Egg, Build a School Challenge. This challenge is to create a video of you breaking an egg in a creative way and donate at www.gcex.org or at your local bank. Post your video on a social media website and nominate 5 friends to do the same! You are welcome to donate without participating in the challenge.
Three weeks ago we arrived in Jeffreys Bay, backpacks containing all the belongings that we will need for the year on our backs, mentally and physically ready to begin with training for our Global Challenge Expedition 2015:)
One night in AmmanWe flew to freezing cold Jordan from hot South Africa and had to get to Isreal from there. It was getting late and we knew that the border was going to close soon. So we just planned to sleep in the airport and go to the border first thing the next morning.As we arranged transport for the next day with a man he invited us to go sleep in his summerhouse for the evening. He took us to the house, got some gas to heat the house with a heater and even gave us some tea and sugar. The one girl in my team mentioned that this taught her so much about the Father's heart because He provided a warm place to sleep without us even asking for it. (We were planning to sleep in the airport remember)
I guess when God gives you a vision for something.. It’s because HE wants to do something... Even though it sound absurd, obeying might just blow your mind..
Our Luke 10 journey in Ecuador...where do I start? What do I say? You see, I feel like I’m a five year old, standing in front of a wall sized puzzle, trying to chose one single piece to describe. It is like having the menus of Mac Donald’s, KFC, Burger King, Subway and Cinnabon in front of you and you have to decide on one favourite meal!
It is a rainy Sunday in Guatemala today...out of the quietness inside of me I feel this strange urge to write a blog! So with my cup of tea and blanket, I am starting to write something about something that I haven't thought through at all...it's a new thing for me!
The past 6 weeks have consisted of two countries multiple flights, taxis, busses, motorbikes, Trans Jogja journeys, Jeepney, ferry and multi-cab rides. Blessings in abundance, amazing people, challenging ministry, victory and freedom, struggles and breakthrough. It has been an intense growing and incredible time seeing God bless and provide in an over abundance in Indonesia too a crazy 118 hour travelling story involving a ferry ride and the story of the mirical snack packet too a challenging but incredible experience in the Philippines. Never doubt that God is a good Father.