Bird's Eye View

I was talking to my aunty yesterday about Green Chimneys, and it’s like my insides came alive! You see, I’ve always wanted to work with animals. And when I was choosing my profession in 3rd form, Vet Med was the only thing I knew that fit that criterion. But, now, I’ll be learning about animal assisted therapy (AAT) these next three months. I’ve worked with special needs kids before, and I loved it thoroughly. Then to know that I can combine these two things, it’s just...wow. So my mind ran on Wycliffe. If I’m now questioning if I’ve found my life’s calling, then what of Wycliffe? I learnt, in Chad, when talking to one of the young missionaries there, that the Lord doesn’t necessarily call you for 20years, as was traditionally thought. The Lord could lead you to do something for that period of time. Take Joseph’s life story. Imagine if he thought that being the head of Potiphar’s house was it. Then this whole sexual assault thing comes in. He could have been devastated that now his li...

It’s been 2 weeks since I wrote. I got to the wedding. It was amazing! I didn’t trip, and I ensured the bride didn’t trip either. Got through my speech too...I was ‘concerned’ about it, to be honest. But that wedding was exactly like my sister and her husband (yes, I can say it like that now!). Mr. Groom basically built the entire set-up with his own hands. The decorations down the aisle, the altar, the easel for the picture ‘guest book’, the King and Queen thrones, the cake stand...even the dance floor!!! So I’m just very impressed with my brother-in-law for surprising my sister like that. Not that she deserves anything less though. Since I’ve been home, people keep asking me how the trip was. I don’t know what to answer. How do I answer? It was great. But I don’t know how to explain something so awesome and something so very different to anything the hearer could imagine. It’s too much to say, and I don’t know where to start. Some are not really interested. They care that I had to...

When I was a teenager, on any given Friday night, there’d be some clash of events. My dad would form his hand into the letter ‘C’. He said we simply had to make a choice. But that was never good enough for me. I didn’t want to miss anything. So I always worked out a way to catch the beginning or ending of one thing or the other. I wanted to do it all, and then, it seemed I could. But life doesn’t always work that way and now I’ve got the Big C to think about again as I make my way home. My long term plans are a big consideration, but even just what to do with my summer is causing me undue stress. But it is a good thing to have Godly people around that can give you advice or even just to listen. And I’m also encouraged by 1 Sam 8 (was pointed to this passage by a Godly friend) where the Israelites wanted a King. It wasn’t a good thing for them, but God still gave them what they wanted. The thing is though, He explained to them clearly that the decision wouldn’t be in their best interes...

It seems that so much has happened (in Jamaica) in these past 2 weeks. One high school classmate got married, another had his first child. I got to skpye in on a meeting with some of the bridesmaids for my sister's wedding. Anoter of my family members is not so single anymore. :D My Dad and my aunt (in Canada) had birthdays. One of my friends (in Bimshire) from UWI is getting married today too. Jim and Pam on The Office had a baby girl! Ok, so that last one doesn't really count. We've been doing literacy training here; training teachers to teach others. It's been great meeting the Sudanese in this unusual situation of being refugees in a foreign land. But so much good has come out of it. Would they have had the time to come to a class if they were tending their fields in their own land? (Like the story of Joseph with others planning evil, but God planning good) I see them smile, and enjoy gaining knowledge. I really like them. I'm liking them so much I think I don...

For the past 2 weeks, I’ve been doing a very important job; a job that every branch around the world needs more people doing; a job that many a missionary has to abandon their assignment to fill in for. And this job is the least glamorous of all. This job has very few photo ops. This is the job that the missionaries that choose to remain at home do, and that people do not regard as missionary work. (And so, they get very little support in this very important role). For the past 2 weeks, I’ve been working in administration. It’s the driving force behind everything else. It’s pretty much like any other 9-5, except, at the end of the month, you don’t get a salary. You get a great reward in heaven. It is not my job to convince anyone of how important this role is. But I sure am convinced! There’s the guy here that’s my age, and he’s in accounting. He sits at a desk around the computer and does the books and manages our accounts and also functions as cashier. He’s doing it alone, and ...

Last week was Spiritual Retreat. For missionaries working in remote areas, it may be the only time for the year that they get to gather together with other believers and get solid teaching from God’s Word. We had an excellent speaker from Germany for the week. She caused me to do a lot of soul searching. It’s easy to stop there...to just think about it and say it was good. But it hurt deeply to have to actually do something about it; to really pour out my heart before God and dig up wounds so that they can now be healed. It’s almost like camp where U get that Spiritual renewal, but this was on another level because of 3 minute sharing. 3 min sharing is where each missionary has to go up and share anything they want to about their work, or challenges from the year before, or challenges to come. We then gather around the individual and pray for them. I think if you really want to know the life and breath of Missions, go to 3min sharing. There were stories of people wanting to hear abou...

Conference is over. Praise God! In some ways, we did a lot this week. In others, we just did the same thing every day. Like worship in the mornings...I had to ‘mature’ into singing songs JUST for the lyrics. All the songs were slow, European sounding things. Like from the 70s and 80s. Imagine mixing worship music and hymns. No likkle clappin, no rocking. Nuttin. I really did miss Jamaica in those times. But by the end of the week, I was singing with gusto (and like an opera singer too), because I was forced to concentrate on those words, and words about Jesus never grow stale! But, this should also be encouragement for more young people to come on the Missions field man. I need you and Jesus too! And it would also be nice to not be one of the two black non-African people here. I say that because the first missionary to Africa was a black Jamaican. He ‘returned’ to his roots to bring to them what he had received. Jamaica is all over in so many other things...bad and great. But why is ...