Thursday, January 31, 2008
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
While I was in Ghana, I worked with the Ambassadors. They all have full time jobs and most have families. Yet, while I was there, we visited six Christian Churches, six primary schools, held three trainings, held a spelling competition, had a Vacation Bible School for 400+ children and had reading club twice a month on Saturdays from noon until 4PM.
You have to realize that for these people to go grocery shopping, have access to the internet and a miriad of other things, they have to travel at least an hour on a crowded tro tros (van) and carry everything back with them on the tro tros. It takes hours for even the simplest of chores. Yet, they have chosen to give up their "free" time for the advancement of the Kingdom of God. They are an amazing group. I wish you all could have met them!
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Monday, January 14, 2008
Ken Medema has a song entitled "Home." It mentions all the things I think of when I think of being home. Home is a place to hang your hat, a place to spread my clothes, a place that is safe and warm, a place to stand and shout, a place to sit and cry, a place to think things out, a place to wonder why. Home is a place where I can scream, a place where I can dream, a place to sleep in peace, a place to be revived, a place for growing old, a place to face my death.
Is it really possible to feel at home, to be at home half way across the world in a culture that is so different than the one I live in? Yes, it is. I have come to the conclusion that home doesn't have to have 5 rooms and a bath. It doesn't have to have a couch, comfy chairs, a television, microwave, bedroom set or even a toilet seat (although I do appreciate the fact that I do have a toilet seat!) It doesn't have to have a closet full of clothes and shoes or a closet full of sheets and towels or even space for stuff that I "might need." All I need for a place to be home is to know that I am in the will of God. Sometimes that isn't easy. Sometimes being in the will of God is a journey and not a destination. It's during the journey that the concept of being home is hard to grasp at times.
I'm on that journey now. I'm living here in the states, but, my heart is in Ghana. As I seek God's will for my life I am home, but I want to know the earthly destination. Where will I be in a year? In two years? In five years? I hope that the answer will be, "at home, in God's will."
Friday, January 11, 2008
I took the newsletter to church to have it folded. The machine kept taking anywhere from 2 to 4 sheets of paper at a time. Plus, some were very nicely folded into acordians. I ran out of envelopes and had to pick up another box while at church. And the hassles will continue until this is finally in the mail.
While in Ghana, life was so simple. You either had electricity or not. You had water or not. Each day began with sun up and ended at sun down. There were no computers (at least not for me), no folding machines, few envelopes, no mass mailings. Life was simple.
The day started with Scripture and prayer and Bible study. Then, a simple breakfast and getting ready to walk to the hospital for devotions and prayer rounds. After that, sometimes a visit with a friend or a Bible discussion with a pastor. Next, walk home and prepare for my next sermon - without the help of any of my study Bibles. Many afternoons were spent in Scripture and prayer or visiting the kids at school or possibly walking back to town to go to the market. Cooking was simple, laundry was done by hand, garbage was buried or burned. Life was at a simpler pace. If one thing got done, it was a good day. The focus was not on how much one got done, but on the people you saw, spoke with, worked beside. People cared about people, invested time in relationships and were honest and not superficial.
Simplicity. Relationships. Peace. I love life in Ankaase. I can't wait to go back!
Sunday, January 6, 2008
Saturday, January 5, 2008
I've read blogs for quite a while now. It's how I stay connected to people and what is happening at home when I travel. I've often thought about starting a blog. But, it scares me! I'm not computer literate by most standards.