Category Archives: Thoughts/musings/ideas
A thought for Lent from Donaldson (IN) Covenant’s newsletter
While praying one day a woman asked, “Who
are you, God?” He answered, “I Am”. But, Who
Is, I Am? she asked. He replied,
“I Am Love, I Am Peace, I
Am Grace, I Am Joy, I Am Strength, I …
Dry.season.keeps.on.but.hope.springs.eternal
We’re hoping for rain nowadays. The fierce cold (for locals anyway) seems to be over with, but the dryness persists.
As I make my treks over the river to visit my Fulani buddies, I have alot of time on the …
On Sam & Anna’s hallway wall
Everybody wants to be cool
Big or little, for real or pretend, everyone wants to be cool, to fit in, all in the name of what? To what end? To be noticed? To be special? To be loved?
Or maybe we’re just having fun, really …
Finding joy
Over this past busy weekend we had a meeting that was pretty discouraging, and then on my last visit across the border I sat with different ones from Chief T’s clan. They have suffered the death of 3 family members …
There are watchmen and then there are watchmen!
We have an amazing night watchman out at the CEFA farm, who, in my opinion, is worth his weight in gold. He’s a cheerful, energetic, and caring man. He’s responsible for the locked gate and all the buildings in our …
You may never get to see the bloom that you helped plant, water, or weed
But that’s okay, that’s totally okay, and I was encouraged in this by the following prose, sent out by our Covenant mission office this week:
Prayer
(Traditionally attributed to Archbishop Oscar Romero )
It helps, now and then, to step …
Be still and know that I am God
I have just read Holding On Loosely by Giacopelli, and my goodness it was appropriate for what is going on in my heart just now. Giacopelli says that the Hebrew for “be still” in Ps. 46 is harpu, which translated …
Reality check
We have a couple of Swedish nurses, Lisa and Emma, helping out for about 3 months here, and we had to have some repairs done on their house before they came. This particular repair job was done by Lisa, not …
In Zaire, we called it “sitting on a death”
That’s the phrase, translated literally, that we used to use when we attended a wake or a funeral. I inadvertently said those words in English one time in America, and I was told by a dear buddy, kiddingly, that if …