Author: Adventures
Nicaraguan Rich
6/12/11
The market is a terribly beautiful place. When my soul was restless yesterday, I found peace nowhere else but the dirty, crowded, fly-infested chaos of the Jinotepe market. As the flow of Nicaraguans rushed past me in either direction, when I couldn’t decide how much to bargain for shampoo—nor how to bargain in any fashion whatsoever, when the creepy drunk guy professed his love to me, I realized I will always be against the current. I will never know the answers. And I don’t have to. I know the King who does. So you walk down...
The Good Harvest
Upon sitting down with the desire and need to blog, I have found myself almost completely void any deep and probing thoughts. I feel clean (for once), sore from the post-ministry jungle hike, a little sunburned, excited for the momentum my team is building, still smiling from the laughter just shared on the porch, irritated by the flock of flies attacking my computer screen, unsettled by the lack of tangible results from three weeks of dancing our hearts out before an unresponsive audience, and weary of the dull, nagging sense of purposelessness that is plaguing my team. I am happy,...
The Love of a Father
Today while in the barrios I had a divine encounter. Let me first start off by saying that we walk every where. While walking we pass by tons of motos or tut tuts. Usually these motos or tut tuts honk and people say stuff. Not sure what they say but we are getting better at not turning around. Like every other moto experience one passed and said hey, we all turned around and then looked at each other, laughed, knowing that we shouldn’t have turned around yet when we hear English it is rare outside of the team. So what else is expected, we turned around. He then passed us again a few...
