We're leaving tonight. So sad.
We're packed up and getting ready to go. We have our last group meeting in a couple of hours and then my team along with one other will head to the Lima airport. We'll fly through the night and arrive in Miami at about 5 a.m. Most of us will sit in the airport for hours, chatting on the phone, playing games, reminiscing and waiting for our flights that will take us home.
It's been a wonderful trip. Last night our team talked about the trip and what it's meant to us. Most of our teens expressed their thankfulness for this opportunity -- how it has been life-changing. They came thinking they were going to minister to others, and they leave with hearts that are full from being ministered to.
We performed the drama countless times, we ate gazillions of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, we washed hair, gave out toys, went to people's homes, and played games with children. We shared the message of the gospel, but hopefully we showed the people of Peru what that message looks like when put into practice.
Adios, Peru. Hasta pronto.
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Last Day in Juneau
Well, folks: Today is my last day in Juneau. We’ve done our shopping downtown, moved out of our apartments and shuttled the last of our students off to the airport. I fly out at 1 a.m. this morning — from rainy, two-sunny-days-in-three-weeks Juneau to bone-dry, sunny-so-often-it-gets-annoying Colorado Springs.
I feel so blessed to have been a part of the first-ever Alaska Transformation project. We had a truly remarkable group of young men. I already miss our guys.
I’m proud of them, too. Every single one of our 10 young men took significant steps of faith. They shared the gospel with the Juneau community. They jumped in feet-first into a Native Alaskan community and spread the love of Jesus by simply being there. And they delved deep into each other’s lives. So yeah, I miss the guys. But I’m excited for them — excited to see how they implement back at home what they learned during their two weeks up here.
The goal of the Juneau Men’s Summer Project — the summer-long project and now the two-week AT project –- is to set young men on a path that they will follow for the rest of their lives. That path includes being what we call a “lifegiver.” I pray our 10 men will stay on that path, and bring others along for the journey.
Here’s a parting picture for you. I think it captures the essence of my time here with Alaska Transformation, along with one of the Juneau Men’s Project’s primary goals: never walking alone.
Thanks.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Blessed by the Church
Tomorrow is our very last day of ministry! I can't believe it -- in some ways it feels like we've been here forever, and in other ways it has just flown by.
Lots to update. On Tuesday we went to a school and the students performed the drama there. It was so fun to see all of the children in their uniforms. There were hundreds of kids there to watch us -- definitely our biggest crowd so far. The students performed the drama and gave their testimonies -- the gospel message was given and many children accepted Christ. Imagine that happening in our public schools in the United States! One of the speakers at our nightly group meetings gives talks in tons of countries, and she told us that the only public schools in the world in which she is not able to mention God are in the United States and Canada. Lovely.
Today we went to a neighborhood outside of Lima and connected with a church there. It was awesome. When we arrived, the members were there with signs to greet us. The pastor said he was so excited to have us there and the church members were blessed by our arrival. They told us that as soon as they had found out we were going to be coming, they had begun praying for us. I think it was kind of a shock to all of us -- we hadn't thought about how people had been waiting for us to show up. We thought we were just going out to do our drama a couple more times, but these church members had been looking forward to our arrival for months.
The students performed the drama twice today -- once we just set up our "stage" on a dirt road. A few people walked through and a van even drove through it once. The students handled it so well though; they never broke character and just continued on with their parts.
Our students really were blessed by the church members today, and I think they're ready to work hard tomorrow. We're going to a poor area to wash hair, play with the kids and perform the drama one last time. (I've seen it so many times that I now know it by heart. I know all of the music queues -- if any of our kids get sick, I think I could fill in.)
Anyway, I encourage all of you to pray for the churches of Peru if you think of it. They have tiny churches with no frills, no indoor coffee shops, no bookstores, no big programs. But they share the truth and they do so with joy.
Lots to update. On Tuesday we went to a school and the students performed the drama there. It was so fun to see all of the children in their uniforms. There were hundreds of kids there to watch us -- definitely our biggest crowd so far. The students performed the drama and gave their testimonies -- the gospel message was given and many children accepted Christ. Imagine that happening in our public schools in the United States! One of the speakers at our nightly group meetings gives talks in tons of countries, and she told us that the only public schools in the world in which she is not able to mention God are in the United States and Canada. Lovely.
Today we went to a neighborhood outside of Lima and connected with a church there. It was awesome. When we arrived, the members were there with signs to greet us. The pastor said he was so excited to have us there and the church members were blessed by our arrival. They told us that as soon as they had found out we were going to be coming, they had begun praying for us. I think it was kind of a shock to all of us -- we hadn't thought about how people had been waiting for us to show up. We thought we were just going out to do our drama a couple more times, but these church members had been looking forward to our arrival for months.
The students performed the drama twice today -- once we just set up our "stage" on a dirt road. A few people walked through and a van even drove through it once. The students handled it so well though; they never broke character and just continued on with their parts.
Our students really were blessed by the church members today, and I think they're ready to work hard tomorrow. We're going to a poor area to wash hair, play with the kids and perform the drama one last time. (I've seen it so many times that I now know it by heart. I know all of the music queues -- if any of our kids get sick, I think I could fill in.)
Anyway, I encourage all of you to pray for the churches of Peru if you think of it. They have tiny churches with no frills, no indoor coffee shops, no bookstores, no big programs. But they share the truth and they do so with joy.
Monday, July 7, 2008
Neighborhood Visits
We just finished ministry day #3. Today we went door-to-door in a village and invited people to come see the drama. The kids performed it twice today, and we had lots of kids and a sprinkling of adults at both of them.
Walking around and inviting people to spend time with us was an interesting experience. Most of the houses are quite a bit smaller than a two-car garage and are made of tin or wood. The "nicer" houses are made of brick or have real glass windows. The women wash their clothes by hand and hang them out to dry. They tend to tiny gardens of aloe vera plants and bright red geraniums. They knit clothes and dress their babies. They are like all the other women around the world, except they live in poverty.
Stray dogs run around everywhere, stopping to bite at their fleas every few feet. There is usually one bathroom per neighborhood -- they consist of four walls and a hole in the ground. I was lucky enough to experience one -- and I hope to never have that privilege again.
Today one of our translators asked me if we have poor people in America. I told him that we do, but our poor would seem very rich compared to these people. It makes me realize that it's all about perspective -- our attitudes and opinions are shaped by what we are used to.
I have had to remind our team of guys and girls to be careful about voicing their astonishment about the poverty they see. Although we are not used to it, these people live like this every day and many of them are happy. The children have joy -- they play and laugh just like American children. In fact, they pout much less and appreciate much more. We Americans can't come in and point down our noses at the way they live -- we are here to love, to serve, to show Jesus to those around us. That is what He has asked us to do -- whether we are talking to our blessed American friends or the impoverished of Peru.
I have realized lately that when Jesus berates the rich in the Bible, He is talking to me. I am the one who has ignored the poor and needy. I am the one who taken and taken without giving back. Now I need to figure out what to do with this knowledge. Going to Peru is a good start, but what should living simply and giving more look like in my day-to-day life? I'm still not sure.
Tomorrow we'll be going to minister at a school. We're excited for a new adventure. Ciao!
p.s. I obviously haven't gotten around to posting any pictures, but you can check some out at www.briomag.com.
Walking around and inviting people to spend time with us was an interesting experience. Most of the houses are quite a bit smaller than a two-car garage and are made of tin or wood. The "nicer" houses are made of brick or have real glass windows. The women wash their clothes by hand and hang them out to dry. They tend to tiny gardens of aloe vera plants and bright red geraniums. They knit clothes and dress their babies. They are like all the other women around the world, except they live in poverty.
Stray dogs run around everywhere, stopping to bite at their fleas every few feet. There is usually one bathroom per neighborhood -- they consist of four walls and a hole in the ground. I was lucky enough to experience one -- and I hope to never have that privilege again.
Today one of our translators asked me if we have poor people in America. I told him that we do, but our poor would seem very rich compared to these people. It makes me realize that it's all about perspective -- our attitudes and opinions are shaped by what we are used to.
I have had to remind our team of guys and girls to be careful about voicing their astonishment about the poverty they see. Although we are not used to it, these people live like this every day and many of them are happy. The children have joy -- they play and laugh just like American children. In fact, they pout much less and appreciate much more. We Americans can't come in and point down our noses at the way they live -- we are here to love, to serve, to show Jesus to those around us. That is what He has asked us to do -- whether we are talking to our blessed American friends or the impoverished of Peru.
I have realized lately that when Jesus berates the rich in the Bible, He is talking to me. I am the one who has ignored the poor and needy. I am the one who taken and taken without giving back. Now I need to figure out what to do with this knowledge. Going to Peru is a good start, but what should living simply and giving more look like in my day-to-day life? I'm still not sure.
Tomorrow we'll be going to minister at a school. We're excited for a new adventure. Ciao!
p.s. I obviously haven't gotten around to posting any pictures, but you can check some out at www.briomag.com.
Our Weekend in Kake
I arrived back from Kake yesterday afternoon -- after a fairly turbulent, but not entirely nerve-wracking flight through a lot of rain.
In Kake our students and I saw poverty. We saw people were just scraping by. We saw the effects of addictions and abuse. We saw the community with the high suicide rate in Alaska. But we also saw a community doing its best with the hand its been dealt.
Our goal in going to Kake was not to do typical Campus Crusade-style evangelism. The people of this small community are probably some of the most evangelized in all of Alaska, with four or five churches in town. Instead, we just wanted to "love on" them. (I'm not a fan of the phrase "to love on," but quite frankly I didn't get enough sleep last night and my internal thesaurus isn't firing on all cylinders. So I may use it again. Bear with me.)
Instead, we wanted to communicate by our actions -- not by our words -- that they are a people God cares deeply about.
Here are a few highlights from the trip:
- Lap ball. Thursday evening we learned (or we think we learned; there were so many rules) to play this crazy combination of baseball and cricket. The local kids are ingenious -- they created the game to fit one of the only open, grassy areas in town. It was a fun time, and a great way to meet some of the younger kids in the community
- 4th of July festivities. Friday was, for me, the highlight of the trip. All nine of us from Alaska Transformation participated in their five-mile "T run" – a race all the way back to town from a "T" in one of the logging roads. We also competed in three-legged races and watermelon eating and pop drinking contests. And last, but certainly not least, was what we've been calling the "polar plunge," which involved jumping 20 feet off a dock and then swimming about 40 yards through the breath-stealing-cold waters of the Inside Passage. Now that was awesome.
- 3-on-3 basketball tournament. We hosted a basketball tournament, with $50 going to first place, and $30 and $20 to second and third. It was a hit, as far as we could tell, with about 12 teams entering. And roughly 50 people showed up to watch. My team took third.
- Sunday morning Salvation Army service. Scott and June, the couple who heads the Salvation Army corps in Kake (also the couple we stayed with) asked several of us to speak at their Sunday morning service. It was a great opportunity to encourage some of the local believers.
All in all, it was an amazing trip. Definitely one of the highlights of the time I've spent here in Southeast Alaska.
Pray for the people of Kake today, if you think about it.Friday, July 4, 2008
Peru: Of Dust and Dramas
Well, we all made it to Peru safe and sound. And tired. We got to our hotel at about 7 a.m. on Thursday morning. There were teams coming in all day, so our team was blessed to have the day to catch up on our sleep after our overnight flight to Peru.
Peru is filled with dust, Spanish, colorful clothing, dust, beautiful brown people, dusty mountains, poverty, good food, busy streets, playful children and ... dust. Seriously, my clothes will all be brown by the time I leave. I like it here, though. I love traveling to new countries -- it is so good to get outside of my own normal and see what someone else's looks like.
Today was our first ministry day, and it was amazing. We loaded up our bus and went to a small village on a mountainside. The kids flocked to us instantly. We played games with them and then set up stations to wash their hair. The parents were so grateful -- water is fairly cheap for them, but their barrels only get filled about three times a week, so they have to conserve it very carefully. It was tough to get the soap out of the children's thick, shiny hair, but once we did, we combed it out and added a barrette or two.
Our teens then performed the drama they've worked so hard on, and they did great. They talked with the children afterwards -- asking them if they understood the message and praying with some of them.
We spent the rest of the afternoon playing games with the children and visiting the homes of the villagers. They were so friendly and excited to have us there. I played with some boys -- they taught me their marble game. I wasn't very good.
Our teens loved the day and so did I. I was very excited to see some of my Spanish skills come back to me -- I talked with people without a translator the entire day. I guess my education was worth something.
OK, I have to go to bed. I'll try to post in more detail sometime soon. Perhaps I'll get some pictures up as well. Night!
p.s. Happy 4th of July!
Peru is filled with dust, Spanish, colorful clothing, dust, beautiful brown people, dusty mountains, poverty, good food, busy streets, playful children and ... dust. Seriously, my clothes will all be brown by the time I leave. I like it here, though. I love traveling to new countries -- it is so good to get outside of my own normal and see what someone else's looks like.
Today was our first ministry day, and it was amazing. We loaded up our bus and went to a small village on a mountainside. The kids flocked to us instantly. We played games with them and then set up stations to wash their hair. The parents were so grateful -- water is fairly cheap for them, but their barrels only get filled about three times a week, so they have to conserve it very carefully. It was tough to get the soap out of the children's thick, shiny hair, but once we did, we combed it out and added a barrette or two.
Our teens then performed the drama they've worked so hard on, and they did great. They talked with the children afterwards -- asking them if they understood the message and praying with some of them.
We spent the rest of the afternoon playing games with the children and visiting the homes of the villagers. They were so friendly and excited to have us there. I played with some boys -- they taught me their marble game. I wasn't very good.
Our teens loved the day and so did I. I was very excited to see some of my Spanish skills come back to me -- I talked with people without a translator the entire day. I guess my education was worth something.
OK, I have to go to bed. I'll try to post in more detail sometime soon. Perhaps I'll get some pictures up as well. Night!
p.s. Happy 4th of July!
Thursday, July 3, 2008
Piece of Kake
In fewer than two hours I'm leaving for the Alaska Native village of Kake (it's sounds like it's spelled). It's predominantly Tlingit (pronounced "Klink-it"), the most populous Native tribe here in Southeast Alaska.
We have a few contacts in town, but no set plans ... for almost four days. It should be an interesting time. A good time.
I'm helping lead a group of nine guys. This trip will totally take me out of my comfort zone. Not so much because we'll be spending a few days around Native Alaskans (I'm really looking forward to that, actually), but because we have pretty much zero plans. And let's just say I prefer situations where things planned out.
I'm also the "face" of our group. Which means I'm the diplomat. This trip, and my role in it, will be a great chance to actually use my degree in cultural geography. I know the need to be culturally sensitive -- to listen more and speak less.
Pray for us. This trip is totally new territory -- literally and figuratively -- for all of us.
I'll have an update come Sunday.
We have a few contacts in town, but no set plans ... for almost four days. It should be an interesting time. A good time.
I'm helping lead a group of nine guys. This trip will totally take me out of my comfort zone. Not so much because we'll be spending a few days around Native Alaskans (I'm really looking forward to that, actually), but because we have pretty much zero plans. And let's just say I prefer situations where things planned out.
I'm also the "face" of our group. Which means I'm the diplomat. This trip, and my role in it, will be a great chance to actually use my degree in cultural geography. I know the need to be culturally sensitive -- to listen more and speak less.
Pray for us. This trip is totally new territory -- literally and figuratively -- for all of us.
I'll have an update come Sunday.
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