Thursday, January 28, 2010

Um....That was random

I thought I might let you all into the inner workings of my mind.  My thought process, how I think, what I think.  More often than not, it drives Jamie insane, mostly because anything, any little thing, can trigger those neurons to fire and when they do...well it is not uncommon for me to, at random, continue a discussion that took place a day, a week, month, or even years ago.

Mostly my musing are met with the following retort,

"What are you talking about!?"

This, however, is not my fault.  This is who I am, how God made me.  I will celebrate this gift of capricious thought with all that is within me.

Now, do you remember that storm they had in California about a week ago?  The storm that kept business from opening, kids from going to school, that darn near shut down the entire western seaboard (at least that is what the international headlines would have us believe down here).  Well anyway, the week before we had a similar storm.  Wind gusts over 50 mph, sideways rain, roof damage, property damage, but surprisingly not a single headline on CNN.  Maybe we're just tougher down here.

That storm really did a number on our campus.  We had some severe water leakage in our new building, the wind turbines that we built were destroyed, and we lost several trees.  I have been trying to make sure that everything gets cleaned up, but it takes time.  So, little by little I have been working on roofs, patching holes in ceilings, taking apart wind turbines, and hacking up trees.

To quickly set the stage it is about 2 o'clock in the afternoon and I am spending time behind the teeth of a pretty mean looking Husqvarna chainsaw.   I have decided to cut only as long as I have gas in the machine which should be about an hour.  I am hot, it is windy, I have already begun to sweat just from starting up the saw, and I am alone, utterly alone.  My mind is working overtime because this is the time, my time.  My time to think, to plan, to converse with myself.  This is the time, while working in a mindless repetitive fashion, that I can allow my thoughts to wonder.

For accuracy I will  just give you the thoughts as they popped into my head.  That being said, some things may not make too much sense to you, so if you have any questions feel free to ask.

So here we go...

Monday, January 25, 2010

Big, Bald and Bearded in the Jungle, WTF?!

Isn't it interesting how much of our thoughts, emotions, even our very being gets wrapped up in the narrative of the story, our story with our words from our perspective.  Even though Jamie recounted our experiences in a completely accurate and eloquent manner, somehow I just can't feel the me in the story.  So while I have felt no need to offer input to any of Jamie's prior posts, this one needs a little something, a little of me, a little Chupacabras.

Our journey to the jungles of Costa Rica started a long time ago, before there was even a Jamie in the picture.  I attended a small church in the greater Sacramento area from the time I was 5.  In the interests of full disclosure I must tell you that the church was extremely unhealthy and the extent of my relationship with God consisted of me sitting through Sunday School and big church trying not to fall asleep.  I was not a follower of Christ, I lived a completely different life outside of church (a life that in no way would be considered Christian), I struggled with even the existence of a God, but I knew I wanted to serve Him in some way.

Anyway, it was through this church that I became acquainted with missions.  For those of you who do not know, every year there is a mass Exodus of highschoolers from churches throughout the safe and secure suburban north, to the impoverished wasteland that is Mexicali, Mexico.  This event is designed to help the poor of northern Mexico and occurs on easter break.  What an eyeopener.  I went for the first time when I was 14.  It was my first time out of the US, my first road trip without my parents, and my first glimpse into the lives of the MAJORITY of the rest of the world.  After that trip I knew I wanted to work in missions.

Then life took a turn.  Through a series of events at the church, I decided, right around my 18th birthday when I knew more than I would ever know,  that not only was the church a scam, but it had wasted my youth.  Although I was not the most pious teenager in the world, I did my best.  No drinking, no smoking, no sex for my entire high school career, what a waste.  So I set out on a quest to make up for lost time.

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