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    Posted 1 day ago on November 20 2009


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    The fishermen

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    Posted 2 days ago on November 19 2009


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    My Ethiopia Story (Sorry it's long)

    The spicy smell of Ethiopia is hard to put a finger on. A mixture of the spices used on the food, the smell of the people, and the omnipresent diesel fumes are the most identifiable elements in the stench that mixed with the soft rays of sunlight to awaken me daily. My hotel rooms in Addis Ababa, Arbe Gona, and Awassa were all beautifully simple. The spartan lodgings, however, did nothing to rob Ethiopia of its extravagance.

    Southern Ethiopia is one of the most beautiful places on Earth. Banana trees, palms, and ferns make this jungle region feel like a tropical oasis. The only thing more breathtaking than the beauty of the landscape is the poverty.

    Our bus, which bore close resemblance to the “Mystery Machine” from Scooby-doo cartoons, was at least 20 years old. This steel cage took us on roads most people would only tempt with the latest in four-wheel-drive trucks. The driver, who we affectionately dubbed “Moe,” was ever-capable and knowledgeable of the roadways and dirt-pathways of rural Ethiopia. However, somewhere between Addis Ababa and Awassa, it appeared that neither Moe, nor our porters “Larry” and “Curly” knew where we were. This situation would have been much funnier if it didn’t coincide with my first experience of the African version of nighttime. The darkness that envelops the African landscape at night is hard to explain. Envelops is the wrong word, though, suffocates is more apt. Nothing stands in the way of the black cloud of African night. It is the darkest place on Earth. If you put a blindfold on and then shoot out your circuit-breakers on a moonless night, you might come close to a normal evening on the Dark Continent. Eventually Larry, Curly, and Moe found their way to our hotel in Awassa.

    The razor-wire surrounding the walls of the hotel in Awassa let me know what kind of neighborhood it was in. Most of Africa is in a bad neighborhood of one kind or another. Every time the Mystery Machine would roll into town in southern Ethiopia, it was surrounded by people. I worried these people would be disappointed when they found out the Beatles weren’t inside, but when we stepped off we were greeted as if we actually were John, Paul, George, and Ringo.

    Arbe Gona and Bona were two towns we visited where we were the first group Buckner had ever sent. These people were so excited to see us, it was almost overwhelming. Several times on our treks over dirt roads, the Mystery Machine would inexplicably have to stop in the middle of the road. Either it would break down or the truck following us would need a pit stop. We were never really told the reasons for these stops, but we didn’t worry. We knew Curly would take good care of us. When the Mystery Machine would stop, people would show up out of nowhere. literally dozens of people would materialize around the bus mere seconds after it stopped. I don’t know where they came from, but they were always there to stare at the Americans.

    These schools we visited are full of children. We put shoes on the feet of 800 kids in the three days we spent at the schools. Each pair of shoes was met by an ear-to-ear smile of a child who previously might have never known what a new pair of shoes looked like. In a country where the poverty is as asphyxiating as the injera bread, every kid needs all the help he or she can get. These orphans wouldn’t have a chance if someone didn’t give them one.

    While some kids roam the streets of Addis Ababa begging for food, these kids are in schools breaking the cycle of poverty with education—the only proven remedy. Buckner’s vocational schools teach high-school age kids to become plumbers, carpenters, and hairdressers, among other jobs which are in high demand in a developing nation like Ethiopia. Buckner is changing the face of Ethiopia by equipping young people with the skills they need and with the unfailing love of Christ. Feeding, clothing, and equipping kids is what Buckner does as well as, if not better than, any organization out there.

    I have a ton more I could write about this trip, but I feel like I already am rambling. Throughout the rest of this week and into the next I will be posting pictures and videos from this trip as I get them edited and loaded. Thanks for reading.


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    Posted 3 days ago on November 18 2009


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    a few pictures from my trip to Africa.

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    Posted 4 days ago on November 17 2009


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    I Don't Have Enough Hands

    Sometimes God does things that you can’t explain. Sometimes you need more hands to raise to Him. My entire trip to Africa was a blessing. In the next few days, I will try to put stories, pictures, and videos on this site from that trip. This post is just going to be a place for me to get some things off my chest.

    I needed more hands to raise when:

    • I saw 800 orphans receive new pairs of shoes when some of them had never received a new THING in their lives.
    • A little girl hugged my waist and said she loved me after I handed her a Bible in her language.
    • My class of 60 kids at one school sang “Jesus Loves the Little Children” to show me they could sing in English.
    • I took a pair of shoes whose ends had been busted by feet that outgrew them years ago off a boy and replaced them with a shiny white pair of sneakers, which were met by an ear-to-ear smile.
    • When I saw children more excited to see me blow bubbles than I have ever been by anything in my entire life.
    • After missing my connecting flight from Frankfurt to Amsterdam, the nice French lady at Air France went ahead and sent me from Frankfurt directly to Detroit.
    • I was worried about only having an hour and a half to get to my connecting flight from Detroit to Dallas, and then was able to get from my gate, through customs, and to my next gate in a grand total of 35 minutes.
    • I was worried about only having 45 minutes to connect from Dallas to Denver, and made that connection in a total of 10 minutes.
    • Every time a problem arose on the trip, it was solved.
    • Every time our plans changed, they changed for the better.

    I could go on and on about this. My faith was made stronger, my prayers were answered, and my God was great. I look forward to sharing more from this trip with you in the upcoming days. Thank you for your prayers.


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    Posted 2 weeks ago on November 5 2009


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    Africa Here I Come, Ready or Not.

    Friday morning I get on a plane that will take me to Dallas. There I will get on another plane, which will take me to Amsterdam. In Amsterdam, I will board a plane that, Lord willing, will take me to Sudan. From Sudan I fly into Addis, Ethiopia. Lord have mercy.

    I have never been to Africa, nor have I ever flown to so many airports in one trip. When I signed up to go on this trip, I thought that surely I will be spiritually and emotionally prepared to take this journey when far-away November rolls around. Now that I am staring down the barrel of a trip to a strange land, I am getting apprehensive.

    Inadequacy has a crippling effect on many Christians when we are so close to being right where God wants us to be. I can feel it with everything in me that I NEED to go to Africa. However, I can feel the sticky residue of past failures crowding my mind and causing me to feel inadequate for the task.

    Inadequacy is a lie. If I am crucified with Christ, and no longer live, but Christ lives in me (Gal 2:20), then I am more than adequate, not I but He who lives in me. Christ conquered death and the grave, surely He can go on a trip to minister to orphans. If He is the firstborn of all creation, if in Him all things hold together, and if all things were created by Him and for Him, then what am I anxious about?

    My pride continues to extinguish the flame that God continuously attempts to ignite in my heart. My pride causes me to think I am inadequate for this task, because it leads me to believe I am the one in charge of accomplishing this task in the first place.

    I am convinced the Devil doesn’t worry about people who are too consumed with themselves to do any damage to his plots. I need to be refined, molded, and shaped into a picture of my Savior.

    I am going to miss writing to you for the next 10 days, but surely I will have stories to tell you upon my (Lord willing) safe return. Pray for me in my travels. Pray more earnestly that the work of the Father is done.


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    Posted 2 weeks ago on November 4 2009


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    Field Trip to a Russian Orthodox Church

    So today in one of my classes we took a trip to a Russian orthodox church here in Denver. One of the Fathers taught us about what their church looks like and how they worship.

    Talk about convicting! Basically he compared most evangelical worship services to “Second-rate attempts at rock concerts.” How often am I guilty of just wanting to be entertained while I am supposed to be worshiping? The Orthodox worship service is all about sacrifice. The worshiper offers his or her sacrifice of praise and intersession, instead of simply waiting for the speaker to wow them with his funny and clever illustrations.

    For two and a half hours the worshipers stand and offer these sacrifices. No instruments. No screens. No videos. No light bars. Just worship.

    Too often we try to worship on our own terms instead of offering what God asks of us. We are all guilty of being worship divas. When we stop to realize church isn’t about us, we will all be a lot better off.

    If I hear one more person tell me a particular worship service just wasn’t their “style,” I am going to explode. I have felt that way myself, but I’m coming to realize there is a lot more to church than an entertaining worship experience. So we all need to rearrange our priorities and just get over ourselves.


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    Posted 2 weeks ago on November 2 2009


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    Manic Monday Musings

    So I’m catching up on my reading and my homework that I put off thanks to SNOWDAY2K9 (see previous post), and I thought I’d give musing a whirl as well. These are my thoughts from the week.

    • Halloween is the silliest of all holidays. However, I think it is an easy target for comedy. Too many people point out its obvious flaws: ladies dressing like tarts, children getting fat on candy, people getting hit by cars, and too many unfunny people trying to be funny with their costumes that just make everyone feel awkward (looking at you, guy who wore a leaf to cover himself, trying to be Adam). If it is so obviously silly, why do people still celebrate this holiday? I think it is because it is one of very few holidays in America that don’t have any distinctive religious implications. People of all faiths can dress like idiots and eat too much candy corn (read:any candy corn, because, let’s face it, any candy corn is too much candy corn).
    • If you own more than three moleskine notebooks and you have no real aspirations of becoming a creative writer, you might need to reevaluate some things. My girlfriend might fit this category, but she doesn’t count.
    • When it snows a ton you really see what kind of person you are. When it is tough to get out of your driveway, do you plow through it or just take a nap? Sadly, many naps were taken this week.
    • Sexism is becoming more hilarious than offensive to me. I think it is because I see it as so idiotic and ignorant that I can’t take it seriously. For instance, I laugh at any joke I hear about women being bad at driving or needing to learn to cook, because no one actually believes that, right? Really?
    • I’m going to Ethiopia on Friday to drop shoes off to Orphans, so there will be no musings this week either. However, you will get some posts upon my return where I recount how life-changing this trip is and all that. You might also get some fresh videos or pics to peep at.

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    Posted 3 weeks ago on October 28 2009


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    Cold, Snow, and Movies

    So it snowed a good foot and a half at my house in Denver today, class was canceled, and the roads were treacherous. You know what that means? Movie day! My roommates and I watched Land of the Lost (ehhh) and Bottle Rocket (Classic) while eating Duffy Rolls (local joint) and roasting a chicken for dinner. I have to say, this has been one of my favorite days in Denver yet.

    It got me wondering how much we think we HAVE to be constantly busy. We rush around as if everything in the world depends on us “accomplishing” our made-up list of to-do’s. What if we pretended like it was a snow day more often? What if we spent more days spending time with our friends, resting our heads, and watching Bottle Rocket? I think we would be better served to realize how unimportant our to-do list is. All of the things I was “supposed” to do today will be there for me to do them tomorrow.

    We weren’t created to rush through life. Walking outside in the snow makes you realize how much of life you don’t notice. When everything is quiet and still, you really notice how big the world is, and how beautiful is our existence. God makes each day new and there is no excuse for not leaving the house for at least a moment, just to breath the fresh air. Snow days are the best, because they make everyone take a step back and realize they were operating at a suicidal pace. We need to make more snow-angels and less to-do-lists. We need to have more snowball fights and less boardmeetings. We need to get more time with sun on our faces than in our cars. We need to rest.


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