A few bonus posts for those who want to read more.
Candis blogged after we left Malaysia here:
And, Kristen and Jennifer did the same after we left Rwanda here:
Happy reading,
John
Sunday 2 August 2009
Scotland...
was great! And now we're in Northern Ireland, a little behind on our blogging.
In Scotland we met up with our friend Dwight from the States and John's brother James and his girlfriend Jocelyn and friend Brian, and they showed us a good time. James took us around on Thursday to Stirling castle and the William Wallace monument, where we got our fix of patriotic Scottish lore/history. One of our favorite facts: William Wallace's sword is 66 inches long, including the handle. This puts him at 6'6" at least, very tall for a 13th-century Scot. After the castle and monument we drove to a beautiful lake called Loch Lomond, the biggest lake in Britain, and skipped rocks for a while, until we got bored with that and started trying (unsuccessfully) to hit seagulls. They weather was beautiful, the sun was shining, and it was a beautiful day to drive through the countryside. One the way back home we stopped for a late dinner at a really great Indian restaurant in Glasgow, which was a perfect way to introduce Dwight to Delhi dining. We loved it.
The next day we visited the national botanical gardens, a perfectly romantic outing for us five dudes, before climbing Arthur's Seat, a hill that overlooks the city and provides a beautiful view of the water beyond it. We left on Saturday and made to Northern Ireland.
Northern Ireland has a bit of a homecoming feeling for John and Dwight who spent a year here as missionaries. Just now, we're sitting in a friend's house with a great group of people, full from a huge lunch and nodding off to afternoon naps. A celebration's always fitting when these two show up. It's also been great to follow up with the friends they made while over here.
Well, we're here till Thursday when we fly back for home, a quick visit to end our little trip. More to come as we wrap up. It's time for some photos soon.
Peace,
Will and John
Monday 27 July 2009
Hello from Kigali, Rwanda!
Hi everyone, sorry its been so long since we posted! (By the way,
Will deserves almost all the credit for that last post.) Things are
going well; we leave tomorrow night for Scotland, sadly bringing our
time in Africa to a close. So much has happened, and it's frustrating
not to be able and blog about it all. Here's an overview ( I only
have 3 minutes!)
We went to around the Ugandan/Kenyan border and handed out mosquito
nets one day, it was really cool.
We came to Rwanda and spent several days with the sister church of
Will's church, Church of the Advent. We spent a lot of time with the
amazing Pastor Deo, and went to a 4 hour church service at his
Anglican Church.
We came to Kigali and went to two genocide memorials where over 5000
people were murdered inside 2 catholic churches.
Tomorrow we will go to the memorial museum, and then fly out.
Thats all I have time for, expect for in a few days.
Love,
Will and John
Will deserves almost all the credit for that last post.) Things are
going well; we leave tomorrow night for Scotland, sadly bringing our
time in Africa to a close. So much has happened, and it's frustrating
not to be able and blog about it all. Here's an overview ( I only
have 3 minutes!)
We went to around the Ugandan/Kenyan border and handed out mosquito
nets one day, it was really cool.
We came to Rwanda and spent several days with the sister church of
Will's church, Church of the Advent. We spent a lot of time with the
amazing Pastor Deo, and went to a 4 hour church service at his
Anglican Church.
We came to Kigali and went to two genocide memorials where over 5000
people were murdered inside 2 catholic churches.
Tomorrow we will go to the memorial museum, and then fly out.
Thats all I have time for, expect for in a few days.
Love,
Will and John
Monday 20 July 2009
Perspective
Well, we made it to Uganda!
And it feels like heaven.
The power is on, the toilets are nice, Jen lives in a mansion, the buildings are colorful, the weather is perfect, the sky is blue...and we've only been here 9 hours.
Of course, if we would have come here before Ethiopia things would have appeared much differently, and we would be complaining about the crowds, the dust, the food etc... but now it just seems really nice.
We spent the last few days where Kristen lives in a small town called Finote Selam, about 8 hours northwest of Addis Ababa. Finote Selam is located in what Kristen calls the "Bible belt" of Ethiopia; think Rogers, Arkansas (except that the Finote has taxis). The Finote was great. After our romps through Lalibela and Gondar and our visit to see the hippos in the Nile (yes, large teeth, loud grunting, scared Ethiopians who can't swim. It was awesome), Finote Selam was a perfect place to unwind and also learn more about what Kristen's been up to with the Peace Corps in this country that seems more different from ours than similar.
Kristen's (who hasn't endorsed anything I'm saying exactly) position in the Finote has removed her from close Christian community, from electricity, from clean water, from comfort, from Western bathroom practices, and from almost all other luxuries you and I take for granted every moment. This isn't to set her or other similar volunteers up on a pedestal of heroism; surely most of them have come to learn more than teach, to be changed more than to change. But what if Kristen's giving of her life for these two years in as complete a way as can be conceived actually does affect change in Finote Selam? What if the mill she's helping to start makes access to grinding grain easier and more affordable for the poorest in the city? What if the laundry business she helped set up that provides jobs for women with HIV turns their lives around and sets them on a different course?
Even if she revolutionizes life here, that's just one small dot on a map of a very big country in a very very big continent in a very very very big world. So someone gives her whole life, gives everything she has to hope to God that something comes of it. And when it does, it barely scratches the surface of the surface of the problems that she sees around her, the problems that pervade the globe.
Sometimes I wish it could be equal, that an entire life devoted to help or service would yield an equal reaction of benefit. But it's not that way; sometimes we work without seeing change. We try to sacrifice and don't enjoy seeing any fruit at all. And the problem is that our sacrifice itself can't work the kinds of change we hope to see. We're too small. There is, though, a sacrifice that is yielding its equal reaction in the world, and that sacrifice is Christ, who gave up immensely more than we have to do immensely more than we can see. Our little lives here, to affect lasting change, to see real renewal on earth, must flow out of this one ultimate sacrifice whose giving of himself is enough to waken us all from our slumber and plant our little seeds of service into soil fertile enough to see them grow.
Tuesday 14 July 2009
Greetings from Ethiopia!
Well, we made it! The airport in Mumbai was interesting, but the flights weren't bad, so we arrived without too much trouble a few days ago. Will and I have recovered nicely from Kinabalu, although the elevation here is still rather high, and are adjusting without too much trouble to Ethiopian food and lifestyle. We spent a day in Addis, touring the university, which used to be the palace of his Emperor Haile Selassie, the "lion of Judah" (a humble man) and hanging out with Kristen's friend Mami. The next day we flew to Lalibela, where 800 or so years ago king Lalibela decided to carve churches out of rocks, very impressive. the first church we saw there was a free standing structure carved from basalt, not an easy thing to do! So we spent a few days there, then a day in Gondar, where they have a medieval type castle built during Ethiopia's feudal period, and now we are in Bahir Dar, a much nicer city by a very pretty lake.
Ethiopia is a very interesting place. It is definitely a "developing country"; they only turn the power on every other day here, and we thought we were going to die several times on the bus ride here because of the cows, sheep, goats, donkeys, rocks, and people that were on the highway. most of the people outside of the cities act as though nothing has changed in the last 500 years, which is really cool to see, but that makes it interesting when they get their hands on modern equipment, like cars, rickshaws, and high powered weapons.
Now we're in Bahir Dar staying with one of Kristen's PC friends Anna. This is a rocking city bigger than the other two we've seen, and we're enjoying the luxuries (read: internet, french toast, and the bajaj!). We'll be here for two more days to see the source of the blue nile, hang out with kristen's friends, and meet some hippos (not that her friends are hippos). Then we'll head to Finote Selam where Kristen calls 'home' to meet her neighbors and friends there and see what she's been up to for the last year or so. The Finote is famous for monkeys, sugar cane, waterfalls, and the white girl. I guess we'll draw some more of the Ethio papparazzi while we're there.
Bye for now, thanks for stopping by!
Will and John
Ethiopia is a very interesting place. It is definitely a "developing country"; they only turn the power on every other day here, and we thought we were going to die several times on the bus ride here because of the cows, sheep, goats, donkeys, rocks, and people that were on the highway. most of the people outside of the cities act as though nothing has changed in the last 500 years, which is really cool to see, but that makes it interesting when they get their hands on modern equipment, like cars, rickshaws, and high powered weapons.
Now we're in Bahir Dar staying with one of Kristen's PC friends Anna. This is a rocking city bigger than the other two we've seen, and we're enjoying the luxuries (read: internet, french toast, and the bajaj!). We'll be here for two more days to see the source of the blue nile, hang out with kristen's friends, and meet some hippos (not that her friends are hippos). Then we'll head to Finote Selam where Kristen calls 'home' to meet her neighbors and friends there and see what she's been up to for the last year or so. The Finote is famous for monkeys, sugar cane, waterfalls, and the white girl. I guess we'll draw some more of the Ethio papparazzi while we're there.
Bye for now, thanks for stopping by!
Will and John
Wednesday 8 July 2009
Shadow of the Mountain, part deux
I was fairly alert when I woke up to John and Candis discussing what to do about our wet clothes. After 7 hours of hiking through the rain the day before, all of our stuff was soaked, and the higher we climbed, the colder it got. I was feeling a little bit better than the day before, when I could only get down a few bites of food without feeling nauseous and faint--not a good condition for hiking. But after a trip to the bathroom (which included a lot of pacing in the hall waiting for a spot), I came back curiously wanting to go up the mountain. When I went to bed that night, I had just about given up on the summit and was looking forward to sleeping in and meeting John and Candis at the warm breakfast after their climb. Taken by this strange new urge, I put on my wet t-shirt, shorts, socks, and shoes, shoved a granola bar down and walked out the door at 1:30 am. I left an hour earlier than everyone else to compensate for my tortoise-wins-the-race (or at least finishes) speed.
The moon shone bright above the clouds as I stumbled to the trail, alone in the night with my headlamp and a bag of peanuts. I have no idea what I was thinking. I felt better than the day before, but I was lacking the one thing, food, that finally did make me feel better. So I worked my way up through the last bits of forest, stopping whenever I got dizzy to eat exactly four peanuts and take a sip of water.
Two hours later, having been passed up a few times, Candis and John caught me at the first set of ropes that cover the last stage of this mountain. See, when it gets to steep to just hike up the granite, you have to pull yourself up with the ropes. They gave me some crucial cashews and kept bouncing up the mountain like they do (note to self: attempting to climb mountain with the most fit people you know may result in not keeping up).
So fast forward three hours. It's now 6:30 in the morning and our very very patient guide Rosalia has caught up to me and is creeping behind me slowly up the steep slope just before the last 100m vertical climb to the peak. As we were about to pass the 8km mark (out of 9), I see the fuzzball on John's skimask coming down the mountain towards me. Completely surprised that I'm still going, they give me the rest of the water and wish me luck with the rest of the way. And what stands before me?
The Agrocrag. The peak of Kinabalu sits atop a tall, skinny pile of boulders. Cheered on by other climbers--fast friends in the struggle uphill--I finally, after 13 hours of uphill misery, made it! Freezing and faint, I hugged the sign at the top and sounded my barbaric yawp over the rooftops of the world. It was awesome!
Thanks for reading, that was too long.
Peace and thank God!
The moon shone bright above the clouds as I stumbled to the trail, alone in the night with my headlamp and a bag of peanuts. I have no idea what I was thinking. I felt better than the day before, but I was lacking the one thing, food, that finally did make me feel better. So I worked my way up through the last bits of forest, stopping whenever I got dizzy to eat exactly four peanuts and take a sip of water.
Two hours later, having been passed up a few times, Candis and John caught me at the first set of ropes that cover the last stage of this mountain. See, when it gets to steep to just hike up the granite, you have to pull yourself up with the ropes. They gave me some crucial cashews and kept bouncing up the mountain like they do (note to self: attempting to climb mountain with the most fit people you know may result in not keeping up).
So fast forward three hours. It's now 6:30 in the morning and our very very patient guide Rosalia has caught up to me and is creeping behind me slowly up the steep slope just before the last 100m vertical climb to the peak. As we were about to pass the 8km mark (out of 9), I see the fuzzball on John's skimask coming down the mountain towards me. Completely surprised that I'm still going, they give me the rest of the water and wish me luck with the rest of the way. And what stands before me?
The Agrocrag. The peak of Kinabalu sits atop a tall, skinny pile of boulders. Cheered on by other climbers--fast friends in the struggle uphill--I finally, after 13 hours of uphill misery, made it! Freezing and faint, I hugged the sign at the top and sounded my barbaric yawp over the rooftops of the world. It was awesome!
Thanks for reading, that was too long.
Peace and thank God!
Tuesday 7 July 2009
videos!
hello!
Here are some pictures, mainly from Candis' Connexion House, with Beau Bristow playing guitar at the end of the barbeque friday night. It was amazing how many different countries were represented there; Iranians/Persians, Malaysian Chinese, Malay, Malaysian Indians, Indians, Chinese, Saudis, Sudanese, Nigerians, Danes, Britons, and of course, Americans. Not too shabby for her line of work.
the very strong tasting fruit called durian that the locals love. it really is kindof nasty.
candis and some of her friends
beau playing, ali g singing in the background
lots of different people
countries and index cards of names of people from those countries
here is the one video of the mountain that didn't make it on the last post pat.
hastily done,
john
Here are some pictures, mainly from Candis' Connexion House, with Beau Bristow playing guitar at the end of the barbeque friday night. It was amazing how many different countries were represented there; Iranians/Persians, Malaysian Chinese, Malay, Malaysian Indians, Indians, Chinese, Saudis, Sudanese, Nigerians, Danes, Britons, and of course, Americans. Not too shabby for her line of work.
the very strong tasting fruit called durian that the locals love. it really is kindof nasty.
candis and some of her friends
beau playing, ali g singing in the background
lots of different people
countries and index cards of names of people from those countries
here is the one video of the mountain that didn't make it on the last post pat.
hastily done,
john
Shadow of the Mountain
We're back! The plan is to write a post on the first half of Mt. Kinabalu, then a post on other events in Borneo, then a final post on Mt. Kinabalu by Will... Hopefully before we go to Ethiopia. I have a feeling our posting will slow down some there, just a guess, so we'll try and get in a good bit before we leave.
So, after spending friday night at a barbeque with all of Candis' friends here, we left sat for Kota Kinabalu, and then started the mountain on Sunday. We started at about 9:40 a.m. at about 6,000 feet up, and we arrived at the rest house at 4:40 p.m. at about 10,500 ft. up, having traveled horizontally about 6km and vertically 1400 m in seven hrs. The hike that day was tough, tons of stairs and rocks, and a pretty steady rain for the last 4 hours. Will felt a little rough from the get go, which meant he didn't eat much lunch, which meant he kinda looked like a zombie for the last 4 hours of the climb that day. Poor guy. Anyways, we made it to the the rest house, got some dinner, and went out to see the view. Here are a few pictures:
The sun setting from the resthouse view.
The shadow that the mountain-yet-to-be-climbed was casting on the horizon; one of the coolest things I've ever seen.
Us at the resthouse with Will looking much more chipper.
A sideways picture of a waterfall we saw along the way.
I think that's us at the bottom, getting ready to begin
Here's a video from basecamp, showing the view, the moutain behind us, and the shadow. Sorry for the bad filming.
So after we saw the sun set, we went back in to try and go to sleep at around 7:30 or 8pm for a few hours, the night climb starting around 2:30 a.m. or so. Unfortunately, our heater didn't work, so we couldn't dry off our stuff, so our wet stuff stayed wet. Candis didn't bring a rainjacket, and Will only brought a rainjacket, so It was looking like I was the only one who wasn't going to freeze the next day. Will was feeling a little better, but I wasn't really expecting him to make it far that night. At about 1 a.m. I was kinda cold and I heard Candis stirring so I asked her what time it was. We started talking and woke Will up, so he stumbled out and went to the bathroom. Candis went to try and find a heater to dry off her hoodie, and I was drifting back to sleep when Will came back in the room. I kinda heard him stirring around with his headlamp for a while, then I heard him say, "I think i'm gonna go." I responded, "Go where? " , and Will said, " You know, to the summit." Not long after, the door shut, then it opened again, and Candis came in asked me where Will was. I muttered something about how he left and I how I hoped he wasn't going to die up there, then I fell asleep.
To be continued!
John
So, after spending friday night at a barbeque with all of Candis' friends here, we left sat for Kota Kinabalu, and then started the mountain on Sunday. We started at about 9:40 a.m. at about 6,000 feet up, and we arrived at the rest house at 4:40 p.m. at about 10,500 ft. up, having traveled horizontally about 6km and vertically 1400 m in seven hrs. The hike that day was tough, tons of stairs and rocks, and a pretty steady rain for the last 4 hours. Will felt a little rough from the get go, which meant he didn't eat much lunch, which meant he kinda looked like a zombie for the last 4 hours of the climb that day. Poor guy. Anyways, we made it to the the rest house, got some dinner, and went out to see the view. Here are a few pictures:
The sun setting from the resthouse view.
The shadow that the mountain-yet-to-be-climbed was casting on the horizon; one of the coolest things I've ever seen.
Us at the resthouse with Will looking much more chipper.
A sideways picture of a waterfall we saw along the way.
I think that's us at the bottom, getting ready to begin
Here's a video from basecamp, showing the view, the moutain behind us, and the shadow. Sorry for the bad filming.
So after we saw the sun set, we went back in to try and go to sleep at around 7:30 or 8pm for a few hours, the night climb starting around 2:30 a.m. or so. Unfortunately, our heater didn't work, so we couldn't dry off our stuff, so our wet stuff stayed wet. Candis didn't bring a rainjacket, and Will only brought a rainjacket, so It was looking like I was the only one who wasn't going to freeze the next day. Will was feeling a little better, but I wasn't really expecting him to make it far that night. At about 1 a.m. I was kinda cold and I heard Candis stirring so I asked her what time it was. We started talking and woke Will up, so he stumbled out and went to the bathroom. Candis went to try and find a heater to dry off her hoodie, and I was drifting back to sleep when Will came back in the room. I kinda heard him stirring around with his headlamp for a while, then I heard him say, "I think i'm gonna go." I responded, "Go where? " , and Will said, " You know, to the summit." Not long after, the door shut, then it opened again, and Candis came in asked me where Will was. I muttered something about how he left and I how I hoped he wasn't going to die up there, then I fell asleep.
To be continued!
John
Friday 3 July 2009
Actually a little more jungle river
late at night = brief on descript
first, a little Malaysian jungle for you:
next is the fallen tree suspended thirty feet or so above a perfect diving spot. very convenient for daring john and candis. the jumps were awesome.
and this is emily and helen (L to R), two of candis's friends from around here. they're awesome. emily can't swim but for some reason let us talk her into going down the waterfall slide where we promised to rescue her. her response when we asked her how it was: "I saw Jesus!" haha.
a view of the short trail leading up the waterfall.
peace, thanks for reading! an early flight out to the mountain tomorrow...
first, a little Malaysian jungle for you:
next is the fallen tree suspended thirty feet or so above a perfect diving spot. very convenient for daring john and candis. the jumps were awesome.
and this is emily and helen (L to R), two of candis's friends from around here. they're awesome. emily can't swim but for some reason let us talk her into going down the waterfall slide where we promised to rescue her. her response when we asked her how it was: "I saw Jesus!" haha.
a view of the short trail leading up the waterfall.
peace, thanks for reading! an early flight out to the mountain tomorrow...
Thursday 2 July 2009
Terima Kasih!
Means thank you in Malay.
There are a few things we've realized the first two days here:
(sorry the pictures are out of order, it's too hard to mess with them here)
1) Waterfalls are awesome, especially when they function as natural water slides. (more on this later)
2) Climbing 272 steps to see a slightly creepy Hindu shrine, although tiring, is nothing compared to the estimated 12,000 steps we will have to climb to ascend Mt. Kinabalu.
a view from the top
made it!
That statue was really big...
3) Malaysian food is tasty, especially their way with fruit drinks. Yum yum.
4) The Petronas towers are tall.
5) Candis is a rock star. Everyone we hang out with knows her. It's amazing.
6) 30 minutes really isn't enough time to see downtown Hong Kong.
a very tall bank tower
downtown skyline in Hong Kong
a view from the train on the way in
7) Sliding down waterfalls as friends in succession only heightens the enjoyment. Here are Will and Candis followed by our friend Ali G, ever the goofy Iranian.
More to follow soon, and pray for us on the mountain over Sunday and Monday.
There are a few things we've realized the first two days here:
(sorry the pictures are out of order, it's too hard to mess with them here)
1) Waterfalls are awesome, especially when they function as natural water slides. (more on this later)
2) Climbing 272 steps to see a slightly creepy Hindu shrine, although tiring, is nothing compared to the estimated 12,000 steps we will have to climb to ascend Mt. Kinabalu.
a view from the top
made it!
That statue was really big...
3) Malaysian food is tasty, especially their way with fruit drinks. Yum yum.
4) The Petronas towers are tall.
5) Candis is a rock star. Everyone we hang out with knows her. It's amazing.
6) 30 minutes really isn't enough time to see downtown Hong Kong.a very tall bank tower
downtown skyline in Hong Kong
a view from the train on the way in
7) Sliding down waterfalls as friends in succession only heightens the enjoyment. Here are Will and Candis followed by our friend Ali G, ever the goofy Iranian.
More to follow soon, and pray for us on the mountain over Sunday and Monday.
Wednesday 1 July 2009
Malaysia!!
We made it! After a 14 hour flight across the pacific, which wasn't bad at all, and a 4 hour flight from Hong Kong, which was miserable, we got in around 2:30 a.m. last night. Candis had us up at 7:54 am, fed us rambutan and chocolate chip muffins, and we were off to see the Petronas Twin Towers in Kuala Lumpur. Off to wake up Willie and play some frisbee with Candis's peeps, we'll give a full update later.
Jumpa Lagi!
John
Jumpa Lagi!
John
Sunday 28 June 2009
Pictures from San Fran
Three amigos at the Golden Gate Bridge
Ann (John's Sister)
Breakfast at Tartine
Lombard St.
Stanford Chapel
One of 3 Weddings we saw going on at Stanford on Sat.
The Pacific!
A foggy exit from the bridge
Good peopleMore to come,
John
John
No Turning Back
So, here we are, John and I, in sunny Berkeley, CA, with John's sister and brother-in-law. The weather out here is a kind of perfect that seems like it shouldn't be allowed. It actually makes me wonder why humans ever settled in unpleasant places. You'd think there would have been more weather nomads who wouldn't settle before they found something like this.
But apart from comparing Berkeley's 77 outside to Memphis/Jackson/Birmingham's 97, we've found plenty to do out here and an abundance of beauty in this bit of creation that also begs the question that Californians seem to ask often of people on their way out: "Why would you ever leave?"
Until last night our friends Jamie and Patrick were in from Birmingham and joined us for a quick tour through Berkeley and fun and tasty (though also interesting) Korean BBQ in the city (with Ryan and Kara, too!). Yesterday (Friday) we went out to Napa Valley where we were treated to an incredible wine tour and tasting by Jamie's landlord (small world, yeah?). Nothing like sitting in the lap of luxury before we head to the much more real worlds of Malaysia and East Africa. What contrast.
And then today was a big day for me. I was formally introduced to the great Pacific Ocean and all it's ridiculously cold glory. For a couple of guys used to white-sand, steaming-hot Destin, the Pacific was a new kind of beach experience where instead of getting into the water every now and then to cool off, we were running out of the water very quickly to avoid hypothermia. It was awesome.
Tomorrow's our last day in CA, and then Monday begins our long journey to Malaysia and the next friend on this six-week friend-surfing venture, Candis, who's excitement to see some folks visit her in her own habitat may be contagious over the entire continent. We're pumped.
So pray for us, for safety, for diligence in the Word, for eyes to see the beauty in this world that we can't escape because it is surrounded, watched over, and renewed by the author and standard of beauty himself. Thanks for reading, friends and family, and we'll try to shout back often.
Peace!
Will
But apart from comparing Berkeley's 77 outside to Memphis/Jackson/Birmingham's 97, we've found plenty to do out here and an abundance of beauty in this bit of creation that also begs the question that Californians seem to ask often of people on their way out: "Why would you ever leave?"
Until last night our friends Jamie and Patrick were in from Birmingham and joined us for a quick tour through Berkeley and fun and tasty (though also interesting) Korean BBQ in the city (with Ryan and Kara, too!). Yesterday (Friday) we went out to Napa Valley where we were treated to an incredible wine tour and tasting by Jamie's landlord (small world, yeah?). Nothing like sitting in the lap of luxury before we head to the much more real worlds of Malaysia and East Africa. What contrast.
And then today was a big day for me. I was formally introduced to the great Pacific Ocean and all it's ridiculously cold glory. For a couple of guys used to white-sand, steaming-hot Destin, the Pacific was a new kind of beach experience where instead of getting into the water every now and then to cool off, we were running out of the water very quickly to avoid hypothermia. It was awesome.
Tomorrow's our last day in CA, and then Monday begins our long journey to Malaysia and the next friend on this six-week friend-surfing venture, Candis, who's excitement to see some folks visit her in her own habitat may be contagious over the entire continent. We're pumped.
So pray for us, for safety, for diligence in the Word, for eyes to see the beauty in this world that we can't escape because it is surrounded, watched over, and renewed by the author and standard of beauty himself. Thanks for reading, friends and family, and we'll try to shout back often.
Peace!
Will
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