My dad says, “even though we ain’t got money, I’m so in love with you honey.” He sang that to Mom one time when they were in Colombia and had only one bean in the cupboard. They had been trying to live like George Muller who never asked any one for money but trusted that God would move people to supply what they needed. So, it was funny when the ran out of money before the bills were paid for that month. The next day, a parent at the school where my parents volunteer taught, put an envelope into my Mom’s pocket. Mom didn’t think much of it until she opened it that night and laid out a surprising amount of money on the bed. Mom yelled to Dad, “look! we’re rich!” They put the money into piles according to the bills they had for that month, and it came out to the perfect amount, with nothing left over. Dad says, “Where God guides, God supplies.”
Monthly Archive for September, 2007
One day, a man asked God, “What would you call a thousand years?”
GOD: A day.
MAN: And…What about a thousand dollars?
GOD: A Penny
MAN: Would you give me a penny then God?
GOD: Sure, just give me a day
Across the rocky plain above En Gedi, a hot eastern wind blew in from the Dead Sea. Air shimmered through the rising afternoon distortions as the deer cautiously lifted her head from the bed beneath the gray achea bush and scanned the flat horizon. Molesting the moisture of her nose, flies voraciously buzzed, making it difficult to listen for danger. Chancing detection, she stood and turned to reposition herself in the shade that had slowly shifted beneath the scorching sun. Her dry and swollen tongue lay over her parched lips, as she panted to lose body heat, but she knew she must wait till night fall to approach the refreshing streams of En Gedi. Psalm 42:1-2 reads, “As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, O God. My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When can I go and meet with God?” As the deer pants, anticipating streams of water, so should a believer’s soul patiently thirst after God’s refreshing spirit. Continue reading ‘As the Deer’
I fell asleep that night enveloped in thoughts of the next day. Every year at ECA we would go to a beautiful forest which had a river that would practically be frozen solid if the water didn’t move so fast. We would all jump in, and then jump out of it, barely able to walk for the cold. I dreamed of the river, the gorgeous river, and all the people shouting and jumping in.
The next day we arrived at school, I got in the Dehons car, and we were off to Pedriza! When we got there, a huge line greeted us. Me and my friends got out and walked around a bit and ate chips while waiting to get in. Finally we got in, and, after finding a parking place, walked along the river. The magnificent trees surrounded us as we made our way on the trodden dirt path
When we found a swimming hole, the water looked up and dared me to jump into it. I jumped. The water crashed over my head and quickly enveloped my body in a swirling confusion of white and blue. I dared to open my eyes, and in that brief fantastic moment, I saw a little family of fish suddenly scurry out from under me. The moss covered rocks shined green under the swirling water. Then the moment ended, and the lack of air forced me to rise.
Hurriedly I got out and did it again and again, Intel the cold forced me to get out. Rapping into the inviting warmth of a soft towel, my shivering gradually left me. After that adventure I climbed on the rocks in the woods, playing amusing games like tag and hide-and-seek. Slowly we made our way back to the river, and when we arrived, we found everyone picnicking on all sorts of good food.
An hour later some other people arrived, and they hopped in the frigid river. I got on top of the small water fall were some people were lying on some dry rocks in the middle of the river. Excited, I climbed around a bit, exploring. Then I slipped. Continue reading ‘blood and stitches’
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When I went rummaging through some photos… …I found an old photo of a group of youthful teenagers. For the sake of nostalgia here is how you are remembered:
There ya go 
Hope we can get back in contact some day 
Yours Sincerly,
Nathan
The square billowed up with smoke like a volcano, swallowing up tourists in wild frenzy. Night life in Marrakesh Square presented no other image than this. Moroccan barbecue stands lay scattered about like dice thrown from a cup. Their spicy odor rose into the night air with the steadily growing smoke. Foreign tongues filled the huge square. Standing still, with one’s eyes closed, the sound roared like water poured out to flood the streets with reverberating noise of unmatched amplitude and variety. Wading through these tidal waves of sounds and smells, our eyes slowly adjusted to the dim light. Even in the darkness, the sights astonished us. People raced about on motorcycles, bicycles, and three wheeled cars, avoiding collisions by the literal breadth of a donkey’s ear. Skinny cats meandered through the streets pawing nervously at bits of food. Djemaa el Fna square sits in the heart of the Medina of Marrakesh. My brother and I followed our dad through the thick crowd. Adventure awaited us in the largest public square in all of Africa. Three American guys would soon leave the realm of gawking tourists and look through the eyes of native Moroccans. Continue reading ‘The Meaning of a Moroccan Smile’