Excerpts from my Adventures with God
Today people will dress in green, maybe wear a shamrock or two, and whistle an Irish Jig. But I wonder, how many of those people know what St. Patrick’s day is all about? How many people know that it is commemorating something more than green shamrocks and being Irish? How many people know who St.…
You look down into a face. It’s dirty, snotty, serious. Surrounding the face is a mess of hair. You know lice may be in that hair. And who knows where the rubber boats they wear have been. Probably running through animal manure or worse. Their clothing has dirt on it. This is what hits your…
Monday. A day people do not like. A day that can be hard for people to face. A day with lots of memes. Most people do not like this Monday because they had to go back to work after the weekend. I do not like this Monday because it means the missions conference at church…
Eight days ago, at 4:30 in the morning I left Jutiapa and finished my missions trip. Or so I thought. After a sleepy drive to Guatemala City, a quick breakfast and visit to the Artisans Market, our team checked in at the airport, went through customs and security and made our way to our gate.…
Yesterday, I read an article about a photographer who is documenting the death of real-life conversations. He does not own a smart phone but takes his camera with him almost everywhere and captures life as he goes. In a photo series he titled Death of a Conversation, he captures people connecting with their devices when…
I walked into the bathroom stall. Suddenly, my brain was in a whirl. I was in Mexico again. There sitting next to the toilet was a trashcan. I can see you right now, scratching your head going, “a trashcan?” That’s important enough to write about? You may not have noticed but in public American bathrooms,…
Saturday morning found us back on the road. We drove a few hours to an orphanage. There we helped out with installing some clotheslines and painting the laundry room. We also put on some children’s programs for the orphans. Many of the orphans are handicapped, yet so many of them were constantly smiling. It was…
Have you ever played the game telephone? That is what working clinics in Mexico felt like. We were out in jungle villages where there is little medical knowledge and most the people still speak their native dialectics. Most of our team did not even speak Spanish. We would say something, one of our amazing translators…