Christmas Day ‘09

My christmas was much different than yours but still a great time of relaxation and focus on what its all about. The ship had several meals catered with brilliant food spoiling us after a long year of service for thousands of others. While it was extremely hard being away from Family for Christmas I realized I was spending this terrific holiday with family, people I have spent every waking hour with for the last 16 months. I guess you can have family from 50 different countries… on the 25^th we opened all the cabins on the ship, spending hours with friends in the comfort of their decorated cabins, playing music, taking thousands of pictures and eating all their chocolate, a unique yet wonderful way to celebrate Christmas. I am really grateful for the opportunity to have spent it with these wonderful people for the last time, the environment was comfortable and laid back, a rarity much appreciated on board the Doulos.

Christmas Eve Ship painting

mmm Christmas Dinner

End of Commitment on board Doulos ( after 16 months)

I have known for a few weeks now that my time on the ship would end on January 8^th 2010 which gave me a great chance to end my commitment well. Having great talks with important people that have spoken positively into my life was one of the highlights during my last days. Its so important to finish well after so much time, effort, and emotions were poured into my time on the Doulos. My close friends played an integral part in my leaving, showering me with encouragement on my future, reflecting on how we could learn from the past, and ultimately focusing on what God has in store for us in the future. I am so grateful for these close brothers and sisters and the positive impact they have had in my life since joining this crazy ministry, these friends are what I will miss the most.

Enjoying dinner with friends on Christmas Eve

One last adventure

On the night before I was scheduled to leave the ship, 7 close bro’s and I went for a late night swim at a nearby abandoned harbor. Jumping off 30 foot ledges into warm tropical waters, laughing at each other, and challenging each other for the future were the highlights of the night. These men have carried me through hard trials on the ship, laughed with me during  good times, and really challenged me through love to grow closer to God and use my time wisely while on board, exactly the kind of influences a mother would desire her son to have. Another example of God answering your prayers Mom!!

Last night Adventures with my Brothers

3-2-1 Jump!!!!

When looking through the possibilities of what to do next in my life, I was bombarded by many appealing options both within Operation Mobilization and beyond. I decided to dedicate hours in prayer and fasting, seeking God’s direction over my own selfish desires, which is never easy but ultimately the right decision.

At one point I was seriously looking through 9 realistic options on how I could spend the next year of my life, places like Turkey, Morocco, India, Nepal, the Philippines and back home in the states were some of the serious options I faced. All these options sounded good to me in some way or another, and I could see God using me in each situation which didn’t make my decision any easier. I stayed positive and fought for much needed alone time with God, desperately seeking to meditate on the Bible and be still in his presence listening for the answer. It didn’t come like the obvious loud audible voice I was pleading for but God knows how we need to hear things and it turned out to be just as effective.

Committing all these decisions into God’s hands gave me peace and assurance that he was in control and the right choice would eventually be made. I decided that I would be open to any of these options but would allow important, wise people that God has placed into my life to make the decision for me. These wise people being my home church pastor, my parents, and a few people that have been heavily involved with world missions for years.

HEAD DIP

The Decision

Well I asked and the results came back unanimous. After a few of the aforementioned options were eliminated through circumstances like visa’s, support costs, and practicality I was left with only a few realistic opportunities. It was during this time that I saw how God uses the things of this world in order for us to make the decision more obvious, on which path to follow.

It was decided that I will stay with Operation mobilization for the remainder of my commitment, (8 months) and work with their Ministry in Nepal. Having grown up in a town which sits at sea level and never doing any real hiking I have yet to develop a passion for trekking or being in the mountains. With nicknames like Surfer Dude and Beach boy, Nepal is the last place you would expect me to live, trust me so did I. Thats the great thing I am learning more and more about our God though, you cannot put him in a box or limit his creativity and power. He knew all along that the Doulos would not go to the Middle East, that it would fail inspections and that I would move on from the ministry there to work elsewhere. While this may be a big surprise to me and you, God is not in shock! It is only through complete trust in Him, (which is a gift from him) that He unveils these unbelievable paths to take in life.

The Details

Because of the sensitivity of the area and the workers in this country I cannot go into great detail about what I will be doing at this time but I can share a few things with you on what I plan to expect once in Kathmandu, Nepal. My commitment with Om Nepal is for 5 months, mainly due to the 5 month tourist visa I can obtain hassle free. I feel that 5 months is a perfect amount of time to get a great feel for the country, its spiritual needs, and find out if this is something God has called me to take up long- term.

I will join a group of 8 others who will join with me from various countries, starting as a team at the same time. We will all go through the same training and will be given specific orientation to Nepali culture, OM team life, and the specific ministry. As I am doing ministry I will be involved in training programs to develop my personal spiritual life as well as developing in the language, culture, and beliefs of the Nepali people.

I will begin with language study and orientation, but at the same time be integrated into a personal ministry. The ministry will include friendship evangelism, evangelistic meetings, ministry to children, discipleship time with a new Christian, compassionate outreach and social concern, or other creative methods of evangelism. Trekking, team outreaches including school programs, tracting, street evangelism, programs to encourage local churches and other opportunities are available.

I’ve been told to be ready for anything! The team will be a multi-national team. Team members will have the opportunity to cook for each other. Also getting the chance quite often to eat local food, the Nepali people love to cook to show hospitality and will often bless us with a special home-cooked meal.

Where am I now?

Having left the ship on the 8^th of January and not starting with the team in Nepal until the 24 day of January has left me 2 weeks time to have a short break. I will use this time away from the field to process the last 16 months of intense ministry on the ship as well as prepare myself emotionally and physically for the upcoming 5 months in Nepal. This has really been a gift from God and so many things have gone into this in order for it to happen. I have a great, generous, American friend named lawrence Todd living in the business district of the Philippines, who has welcomed me openly to stay with him for these 2 weeks. A true friend who I have stayed with on numerous occasions in previous years and have been blessed by his friendship. Counting my blessings the other day I thought how wonderful it is to have a friend from University right around the corner in Asia, with a great open heart making this transition period a blessing in my life. I plan on staying here in the philippines until the 22^nd of January and then fly from here directly to Kathmandu, Nepal to start the next adventure.

Jeff and Lawrence

Prayer requests for my time here in the Philippines:

• Use this time wisely, 2 weeks can go very fast pray that God will bless me with great fellowship with Lawrence,  prepare my heart for the next step.
• Be more people focused, that God would create a burning desire in me to spend time with people and care fr their needs in a servants way.
• Finding time for spiritual growth, even though this is a time away from ministry pray that God will still reveal himself to me creating opportunities to do good deeds here for people.
  

  Leaving the ship in Singapore

  

  Good bye Doulos, Thank you!!!!

The Doulos during its yearly maintenance in Dry Dock

Official announcement to the Crew of the Doulos

Its hard to believe that life on this old ship is coming to an end and quicker than anyone ever imagined. Shock covered the crews thoughts as we were told from the ships Director Seelan Govender,  that The Doulos would not sail past December 31st.  Many factors contributed to the end of the ship and its ministry as we know it but the decisive factor was the amount of steel replacement and other repairs needed for her to continue sailing which turned out to be overwhelming. This absolutely necessary work would cost over €10 million and take five months to complete. The OM Ships executive leadership team and board deems it not appropriate to invest resources of this scale into the ship, since Doulos was planning to retire at the end of 2010 anyway.

Quite a number of work projects have been identified, but the primary one is replacing sections of steel on the main deck. An initial quote has been received from the shipyard in Singapore where Doulos has been in dry dock. This, together with other additional costs, would be well over €10 million. The work would take at least five months and, because of other commitments, this yard could not even start the work until September 2010.

For me personally the news of this had an immediate and tremendous impact on my future. Once hearing it my mind began to swirl with all kinds of thoughts,upon further reflection most of those thoughts were of selfish nature. Things like  “What’s going to happen to me? Lord I still have 12 months left on my commitment, how can you let this happen?”  The crew was adamantly looking forward to the upcoming months in the Arab peninsula that was only weeks away.

Some of the ships Americans during our annual community picture

Where this leaves me and how do I trust in God

Empty, alone, confused, and frustrated I came to the lord many times that week following the news.  I found a quiet, soundproof and available spot in the bottom of one of the book holds and met with God there 3 times a day looking for answers and most of all peace.  Some days I shouted at God, reminding him of His promises to us in the Bible, other days I was completely silent and just listened, every time though I made it a point to ask for peace from the holy spirit.  I desperately want my will to be done less and less and God’s will to be done more, this is far from my fleshly desire however so each day I take up my cross and die of myself and let God take control.

doing some work on the ships side, had to pull ourselves up those ropes afterward

As I practiced this everyday i began to see results and the Lord answered my prayers and deep desire of having his peace during such a difficult and uncertain time.  This has taken place for the last month and even as I write this I have no confirmation on my next move from God.  So often in my christian life I pray about things but ultimately just do my own will or be too impatient to wait for final confirmation on things from God.  I believe I have not fully developed on blessings and other maturation tools such as patience and being content directly because of this.  While Going through this my eyes have been open to things I never noticed before, and I am blessed to be around such mature christians who offer advice, prayer and support for us, being in place to watch and learn how veterans handle situations is invaluable and for this I am so grateful to God for guiding me along this journey.

Rebuilding the ships 8 room school

The attitude of the Ships coommunity

The biggest testimony to God’s grace through all of this has been how people on the ship have handled this possible devastating news. 65 people had just joined the ship 2 months before the announcement of retiring including five families. The community is so strong and united now over this issue its amazing to see the faith and trust that these christians have. Only through God’s grace could so many people be so content and trusting in an otherwise chaotic situation. For some their commitment was near an end and they were prepared to leave the ship and start a new chapter in life, but for the vast majority of the 350 crew including myself this comes as an absolute shock.

The end of a day

One last stop in vivo city

With still hundreds of thousands of books and other items on board for sale, leadership has struck a deal to have one last opening to the public here in Singapore. From December 15-27th the Doulos has been granted permission to be alongside a beautiful berth just next to a large and rather fancy shopping mall on a harbor right in the heart of Singapore. This has a been a miracle in itself, due to the very strict marine politics throughout this city, several times we have had huge favor from God in allowing us to do things that no other ship would be allowed to. Christmas on board the ship is a special time and a lot of work is put in to the week allowing us to make the most of this special time even though we are on the other side of the world.

Doulos at anchor a day before heading alongside Vivo City Singapore

Enjoying fellowship with Dirty friends after stabilizing the anchor back on the ship

Spraying off the forward deck after the mudding anchor was brought back on board

Future possibilities and a call for prayer and support on the next things

As I have previously mentioned I do not have clear direction from God on where he wants me next. I still have 10 months left on my original 2 year commitment with Operation Mobilization and I would like to honor that. There are many options inside this organization and I have been going through the many possibilities seeking peace about one for the remainder of my commitment. I would really appreciate your prayers concerning my future and that I am open to to hearing and listening to God on this big decision. I plan on keeping you all involved and informed on the decision process and I a really excite to see where God will put me. I can guarantee that any place that I will go to next after serving on the Ship will be very different and challenging in its own right.

The ship has not put a date in which we must be off the ship which allows a lot of time to think, listen, and decide patiently what the next step will be. I am really grateful that the ship’s leadership has been so open and helpful in this manner, it has made the community atmosphere light and open to creativity and a good safe place to be in a difficult time.

The Mosque @ Arab Street.

Still Ministries going on here on the ship

While many of the leaders have their hands full here on the ship, there have been many ministries opportunities for us to share with non believers and do good deeds in the community here in singapore. While we were in Dry dock for 2 months during heavy duty maintenance many of the yard workers( over 50 ) gave their lives to jesus and I was able to share to many through God’s grace.

One afternoon while walking through the arab section of Singapore called Little Arabia, I met a man from Iran who sells carpets. At first the conversation started when he tried to sell me a rug, but as we talked more he realized I wasn’t interested in buying a carpet but wanted to hear what life was like growing up in Iran and how he got here in Singapore.

Ali, a Persian Carpet salesmen and proud owner of a new Bible.

We talked for close to an hour about Carpets, Iran, and then he asked me the question, ” so why are you in Singapore”? Now the Holy spirit had put on my heart from the very beginning of meeting this man, that he was a Muslim and I was careful not to offend him with any trigger words or christian phrases but at this point I thought to myself, “well you asked for it buddy so here it is”. I began to share my testimony with this guy right out front of his carpet store as people came and went right in between us and asked questions about different rugs, after every interruption he would look me in the eyes and say, “tell me more about what you were saying”. I finished telling my story and learned that he spends 7 days a week here at this job from 10am- 10pm most often just people watching as business has been slow lately. Immediately i told him that I would be back soon with a gift for him, I felt he was a little nervous and unsure about what I was saying but he bashfully told me to come back he would be there all next week. As I returned to the ship I prayed for guidance on which book to give to this man, something more impact-full than just an english dictionary.

Ali's Carpet store

3 days I returned to the same store but my friend was gone, I asked a guy who was standing at that same place I was just 3 days prior and he said he was down the road at another carpet store location,( This street in little arabia has over 50 carpet stores) I thought oh great, thanks for the clear directions buddy. As I walked down the street with a Bible, the purpose driven life,The Jesus film in his native language, (Farsi) and 5 other books in hand I felt sense of fear and panic inside.

Doubt started to overwhelm my thoughts and I was convinced that this guy would not want a Bible or even want to see me again, all of a sudden my mood changed and i began thinking I had offended him greatly on my last visit and it would be better to not even see him today or ever again. Of course these were all lies, that Satan was trying to fed me so that I would not be bold and deliver this man the truth, realizing this I immediately stopped, sat down at a cafe, took out my journal and wrote this. ” Lord give me your boldness to share your love with this man whom you love and cherish more than I could ever know, Holy spirit guide my way, my thoughts, and my actions with this situation. Give me encouragement for this man beyond earth but only of heaven, your kingdom. Give me peace, your peace, and allow me to speak life in a way that nobody else of this world will speak to him. I dedicate this man to you Lord and submit this process into your spirit, Amen.”

Right after writing this prayer to the lord, 2 muslim men siting next to me asked me what I was writing in this book. Shocked, I looked up and smiled, blanketed with peace I explained to these two strangers the gospel and what I had just prayed for. The men smiled and kept asking questions until they both understood, Jesus gave me the words to share, I don’t even remember what I told them.

I ran across the street and found my carpet salesman friend, he was smiling huge and surprised I actually came back. I took out the books one by one explained them to him and asked him if I could pray with him right there. Next thing I remember he was trying to give me a hand made persian rug as a gift, I didn’t take it and told him I won’t be forgetting about him anytime soon, please take some time to pray for this man, his name is Ali.

Apart from the fantastic skyline of huge sky scrapers over looking the city, one that blows away any I’ve seen to date including new York, L,A Singapore, or Paris. The city of Hong kong is terribly busy, and even though were in China many times i struggle to see a person of chinese decent amongst all the westerners.  Europeans and whites are the majority in this place and most of them are here for business so they are all donning they’re favorite suits. Advertisements rule the eyes of the streets, Prada, guchi, armani, all saying to us that were not good looking, smart, or content without their product. Well the people are all buying in to that mind-frame because this city is all about status, what kind of car you drive, what clothes you wear, and most importantly how much money do you make from you very important job. Family life isn’t the priority here, I guess its hard to put family first or even spend time with them when you work from 9 am- 10pm 6 days a week.If your a boss, making all your employees stay and work until you leave. Sure its a great way to have increased productivity yet also enslave your employees to a point were suicide is a common solution.  The city is also very expensive, things cost a lot more here than in taiwan and since we are all volunteers, sometimes i wonder why we pulled up to a berth at an expensive shopping mall for 4 weeks.

Our church team was quite different this past Sunday. We were invited to the oldest western building in Hong Kong, the church which was built 180 years ago was still in good shape and maintained about 1800 visitors per week via several different services.  Usually when visiting a church, we are asked to come the main service and are given a large amount of time. This time however we came at 3 p.m. and held a roundtable discussion with 6 people from the church in their library.  It was really informal, cakes and juice were presented and shared amongst us all. The members were eager to hear about the ship and our lives, 7 of us each from a unique country far away from their own.   I shared a lot with them about the struggles i face on the ship and more importantly how god has given me peace while working through them.  Discomforts, anger, frustration, and the food were all amongst the topics discussed. I tried to lead the conversation back away from the ship and us at any point in which i could, inquiring about trials they faced and things that they needed prayer for, unfortunately things kept coming back to us and this 95 year old ship.  Being all christians, the gospel message wasn’t the point of the visit but i did strongly emphasis how much christians struggle in this world but how god uses even a sinful world to unite us with him and his love. After our meeting the ” father” took us on a tour and shared all the information previously mentioned, along with lots of great things his church was doing at the moment. Im still trying to understand the difference between Anglican and Catholic, I digress.

The streets of Hong Kong are alive, anytime. Fake fluorescent light-bulbs puts a glow to the busy streets that seem to suck people into their frenzy. if you stay on the main streets you will be overcome by the melting pot of colors, nationalities, food smells, and of course the always entertaining indian guy trying to sell you a suit/jacket/watch on the sidewalk.  If you venture off down a side street, alleyway, or through, some shops that open up into apartment dwellings you will find heaps of pure foreigners peaking thier mother tongue amongst scores of their countrymen. Africans, indians, pakistanis, and philipino’s dominate the “inside” of the city. crammed into tiny 1 bedroom apartments, that consist of only a bed, T.V., and toilet; prisoners live better than these people even though they work for 13 hours a day.  This is the price of living in a big city, a plce that doesn’t care about its inhabitants but only that money is being made and that it is. At the base of these dwellings are stands of local african food, fufu and curry chicken. Indian tailors every 15 feet literally making it their job to not let you walk past them until you here their business pep talk that is exactly like the guy you just herad who just so happens to be his best friend or brother. Indian muslims walk past african christians unaffected by each other in the land of tolerance were everyone is intersted in themselves to care or hate what the other guy is doing. Its amazingly different yet an awesome place to watch people . Yesteday i spent 3 hours with a group of 15 africans who now live on hong kong, they gather at a local park everyday and talk about their days in their thick african accents.

From a tourists perspective the city of Hong Kong doesn’t look like it has a homeless problem, but once you get an inside look, things change a great deal. We traveled by bus to the outskirts of downtown, sure their were still huge buildings but the lack of tourism gave this area a totally different look. Dark, dirty, disheveled and chaotic were the characteristics of this side of town, opposite of the hong kong we were used to seeing. We were brought to a small church that met on the 2nd floor above a chinese restaurant and each of us from the ship were paired up with a local church member/translator who valuably already had a connection with the families we were there to meet.

The impression that I first had concerning this night was we would be randomly walking the streets and speaking with people who were literally sleeping on the hard stone street, once again i was wrong.  The people we visited did have a roof over their head, however it was a family of 4 that all lived in a single room, about the size of my bathroom back home.  The parents and 2 children that we visited shared a bunked and everything else for that matter . While I didn’t spend much time speaking to the parents, i did get to talk, answer questions and laugh with the 2 fun loving, smart children. They had many questions about how schools were in the United States, questions a normal 7 and 10 year old would never dream of asking back home. We shared with the family for about 2 hours then after saying our goodbyes we stopped at every single apartment in the 10 story building and invited hundreds of people to the church in the upcoming Sunday and passed out tracks. The two men i went with were quite amazing, very bold and determined yet friendly and loving and dynamic combination if you can get it, since my first visit i have since returned 3 times to help with this outreach.

Today me and 8 people from the Doulos organized a ministry in the busiest street in Downtown Hong Kong. i was chosen to lead and organize this team as well as the event that consisted of me and 8 women. I decided from the start that i was not going to try to rule the group with an iron fist but rather guide this group along make decisions when i had to. At the last minute we were joined by a member of the audio/visual team on the ship who brought along a huge camera to capture us doing the basic evangelism ministry to successful yet broken, empty, lost people.  To the make even more powerful and dynamic we were joined by 15 youth members of a local church including their pastor. Perviously in the day these members took part in a training on the ship on how to do open air ministry and after completing this training they were really excited to practice their newly acquired skills on the streets of their very own city.  As all 25 of us got off the train together we were immediately hit by bright lights, huge bill boards, and a salmon like flow of thousands of people coming and going out of shopping malls and restaurants down this main street. Following the pastors advice we set up right in the middle of the street, a few pieces of construction equipment kept the street off limits to cars but people flocked all around it, perfect!! amazingly and without hesitation the pastor took out his guitar and we all began to sing ” Lord i lift your name on high” at the top of our voices in the middle of this chaotic street. Passerby’s looked at us inqusikcly and it became obvious to me that this has never in this street before.  the reactions amongst the people were mixed as our program started, some were smiling and really enjoying it while others gave dirty looks and the majority walked mere feet from us completely oblivious from our existence. We decided to have stations set up along the road on both sides of the street each doing a different type of action hoping to grab the attention long enough for one of us to come up and speak with the stranger.

A group of 6 people stayed the entire night in the front singing with a guitar and praying for our audience and program as a whole, this was highly beneficial as spiritual warfare was all around us. I orchestrated a small group from the church to use a large sketch-board and draw out the basic illustration of sin, man, God, and Jesus in a cool and artistic way. Further along we had a few handing out tracts and flyers just casually talking with people and inviting them to the ship.  Clowns and mimes were entertaining children while prayer warriors and mothers spoke with parents. The popularity was no doubt God’s intervention through us but also seeing foreigners during drama’s in the street attracted some to our event. i spent most of the evening walking through and praying for each event, encouraging our group to stay positive and focused and letting them know how much of an impact they were making. Before heading out i distinctly remember asking god for his boldness in sharing about God’s love and the true reason for being here, he gave me several opportunities to share this with different passerby’s. We performed  a specific drama that i felt really applied to the life here in hong Kong, indicating that their is more to life than just eating, sleeping, and working. Towards the end of our program it began to rain hard without any warning, as people took shelter and waited for the rain to stop, they kept watching us who hadn’t missed a beat since the rain had started. Scores of people lined the streets under the over hang as i caught glimpses of their lonely eyes. We wrapped up our program and came together and prayed powerfully for the youth with us, in the city, and the people that we had talked with earlier. A dynamic, encouraging, and real evangelism day that had me looking forward to the many more that are to come.

Today i spent the whole day with Chinese brothers and sisters, as they hosted me and 4 others at their church and invited us to share with them our testimonies and other thoughts about our lives on the ship.  the church was located an hour from downtown hong kong and i didn’t complain as we rode the train to the outside of the city and i saw tree’s for the first time since arriving in Hong Kong three weeks prior.  The meeting with 40 youths challenged me to be fresh and let God speak through me rather than relying on my own strength and trying to impress them with my words on life and God.  I spoke on letting God use you for his glory and doing what your passion is for god and not just money or comfort.  I shared with them how God has changed my life and how much more difficult it is now than ever before but how God has granted me peace through it all and that has made all the difference. Most times I feel we are to share about how great life is on the Doulos and how this is the only way to do ministry, but lately I’ve felt I should encourage others to find their nitch and use the weapons God has given them to fight for His glory in this war we find ourselves in each day.

We broke down into groups afterward and this was the highlight for me. I thought for some strange reason that I was supposed to be the encourager and positively reassure each of my group members but in fact the opposite took place.  In my group their was a Young doctor, a banker, a gifted musical artist, and a school teacher.  What a blessing it to see such successful professionals, so committed to Loving god and following his will for their lives.  The Dr. to my left was concerned because he can only spend 5 minutes with each patient, seeing more than 80 patients a day, and this inhabits his ability to share the gospel and spend time reassuring his patients about God’s love for them. Another was concerned because he was a statistics major and worked at HSBC bank but spent little time with people amidst his busy daily routine of crunching numbers. The constant complaint or bother was that due to Hong Kong’s busy-ness and task focused way of life, these men were feeling lost in the shuffle and were failing to hear God’s will for their lives. It seemed that people of Hong Kong are less shy about speaking english and their struggles, much like Americans in this way. This I found refreshing and different than Taiwan and a better way for me to understand really what was happening in this culture among Christians.

Hong Kong is burdened by a dark powerful grip of spiritual warfare. While the Doulos was in port, the distractions, injuries, and attitudes were far more negative and apparent than any other time I’ve noticed on the ship in the last 10 months. While docked in Harbor City we had 2 serious injures to out crew, both involving the face and brain and both needing the assistance of an ambulance crew and Hospital overnights.  27 out of 30 children’s visits were cancelled during our month long stay due to the extreme fear of swine flu. The attitude of people on the ship was very different than anything I’ve noticed in the past 8 months.  Being a Christian and spending time with Jesus everyday has allowed my eyes to be opened by His spirit to things I would normally not see.  For instance seeing how obsessed people our with material possessions and such now disgusts me in a way that it never has before. I could always justify it for other people and myself before but now God has really opened my eyes to the hopelessness it brings.

Clean, Beautiful, Downtown

Downtown at Night

The Christian Church here is warm, hospitable, benevolent, and gracious.

Punctuality is very important in this culture; we were told 3 weeks ago that today we would be picked up at 940 am. As we were greeted by our hosts and ushered into their van, the clock struck 9:40 am; literally, we all shared a laugh as this is quite different from the Philippines.  The two host drivers didn’t speak any English at all, luckily I had the name of the Church we were scheduled to attend written down on a piece of paper in Chinese characters to make sure we made it to the right church.

A drama during a visitation to a local church

Greeted by our host ad pastor Ms Chang, we introduced ourselves and discussed how the service was scheduled to unfold.  I was not going to preach today but a friend named Kyle Maio from Canada was.  Ms Chang was fluent in English having spent more than 13 years in the U.S. living and attending Moody Bible institute, her translation was fast and fluid.   The congregation was all smiles as I thanked them for allowing us to worship the Lord with them in their Church.  As I was told a few days prior, you can never be too polite or courteous with Taiwanese people.  The information that I had received concerning the church just a few days earlier had told me that the church was full of mostly younger people, maybe 20 something’s, this turned out to be very far from the truth.  The long narrow chapel, on the 3^rd floor of a strip mall store front was lined on both sides with Christians over the age of 60, mostly women.   All the same Kyle challenged them not to just get involved with missions but rather to find God’s peace and power right where they are and then follow his lead.  Worship was rather interesting as we tried to follow along with the traditional Christian songs, the problem for us was that their was no words but only Chinese characters projected onto the wall.   Usually I can sound out other languages and at least make an attempt to follow along with the pitch and tones, this was a impossible. How does one sound out a symbol they have never even seen before? I decided to make up my own lyrics based on how I felt and praise God that way.  The point of worship is to praise God, not necessarily with song or words.  I was much more honest, singing from my heart and what I was going through at the time than what someone else had written down years ago, and ironically this was a whole better worship experience altogether.   I stood up again and thanked the church for everything they had done for us, reiterating that even though we were from a totally different culture, language, and place we still appreciated the fact we could worship and learn from God’s spirit together in the same building, being united in the body of believers.  After the service we were invited to the floor below for the after church lunch buffet and of course we kindly accepted.  The tables were bursting with Sushi, chicken, Octopus, noodles, soups, yellow watermelon, dumplings, and much more, as we were given chopsticks we were told to dive on in.

Fellowship with Chinese Believers at a local Bible study

Here in Koashiong, Taiwan the most common form of exercise and transportation is the bicycle.  I’ve been thinking about buying a bike for quite sometime as a means of getting around the ports we visit and also to help with the lack of exercise in my life while on the Doulos.  Here the air is fresh, the roads are hardly crowded and bikes are treated with the same respect as cars; everyone yielding in a common homogeneous swarm.

My new friend

The freedom a bike gives you while living on this ship is unbelievable; the fact that you can leave the ship and get around for free, with no language barrier restrictions or view limitations is superb as well.  While a taxi is convenient, you miss out on the smells and sights of a city, all the while being trapped in a moving box.   Your bike is open, you get a true taste of a city or culture for that matter, with the great liberty of moving at your own pace, going your own direction, all the time singing and talking to yourself with out a care.

I found a used Bike store today and after trying out 6 different bikes, testing them for durability, style, and comfort, I settled on a green gem for under 20 U.S. dollars.  I found a ledge on the outskirts of town overlooking a brown sandy beach and read for hours, my own leisure the only thing dictating my future.

Easter Sunday Dinner with Local church members

Easter Sunday

The church was small and crammed, as we entered the pastor and elders were gathered in a circle praying for the service in Chinese. We made our way over to the front of the church and put our belongings down where we thought would be a good place.  The men on the team wore suits to honor the Easter tradition and made small talk as we waited for further instructions from the church leaders.  The church reminded me of the house of churches in China I have heard so much about.  Tables were lined up through the “sanctuary” in the shape of a cross, later to be used to hold food.  Again nobody spoke any English we brought our own translator and introduced ourselves to the early members gathering for the service.  It was hard for me to keep a fresh attitude about Easter and the greatest story ever told. Maybe because ever since I can remember I have gone to church n this day, so I have heard a lot of teachings about this day, feeling like I have heard everything there is to hear about this particular subject. I know how great Easter is and the significance of the day, but with the ship being open for business and even sending us out to do “work” its hard to relax and reflect on the importance of this day.  Its during these special holiday’s that I really miss my family, the relaxing time spent at home with Mom and Dad over a great Easter dinner, just enjoying each others company.  I miss the Ham Mom prepares along with the potatoes and asparagus, she asks me, “what vegetable I would prefer to enjoy on this special day”?

We do a great drama as a team about basic salvation and how Satan introduces sin in our lives dividing us from Christ.  Our team leader speaks about the application of this in our present day life.   After the service we are divided into fellowship groups, each with a translator in a round table discussion which mostly concerned questions about the Doulos.  I wanted to hear about their lives, where they work, how long they have been following Christ for?  I keep reminding myself how unique this ministry actually is. “God gave me grace and patients” we have great fellowship; learn Chinese words, mostly for the food names that we were scarfing down. Before we left the church the pastor insisted on us taking a gift with us, unaware of what it was we politely thanked him and agreed on taking the gift. He disappears for a few minutes and brings out a gigantic watermelon from his office. We were all thinking what are we to do with this huge fruit? Our team leader volunteers to carry it, almost breaking his back, and we split It open for the ships company to enjoy.   This was an awesome Church team and great Easter day that I thanked God for the opportunity to be a part of, I feel blessed.

A Tasty delicacy at the Night market

Since my last update, much has changed in my life as well as my role on board the Doulos.   Recently I have had the privilege of Joining alongside a Swiss brother named Alex and assist him in the Carpentry Shop on board.  Before joining the ship Alex worked as a carpenter and Architect in Switzerland and brings much knowledge and experience to the position.  We have had great talks and I have learned so much about design and wood working because of him, I praise God.

My design for a life boat box

As I’ve come to realize working as a carpenter on board there is never a dull moment or lack of work to be done.  Being busy with projects and repairs keeps us busy making the day fly by but I can’t help but receive requests from nearly everyone I see whether during working hours or after.  This test has taught me how to form healthy boundaries in my life and trying to please everyone is not healthy.  This has been a very demanding job where I’ve been learning to yield Gods peace and Joy no matter what is happening around me.

Alex and I after designing and building 3 Boxes

Dinner

I have never felt such connection from the verse In the first chapter of James which reads, “Consider it pure Joy mybrother whenever you face trials of may kinds, for those trials will shape your character and test your endurance”.  This new role has definitely been a test of many things, including character and patience.  After going through the trial I can honestly say that I am a better man, I praise Jesus for never leaving me, even when I cannot feel him.

A break after Work

A fast moving City

Cebu is riddled with corruption and poverty; I will never forget the scene as I went for a walk down a random street outside the port at which we were docked.  I was with friend and chief cook Phil Cooling on our first night in town; it wasn’t more than 30 steps off the ship that we were barraged by street children ages 3-14. Grabbing for our hands to hold, jumping on our backs, smiling, and asking what our names were in their visayan language.  At first I wondered if I was dreaming, Could this really be happening, do people really live this way? Where are these children’s parents? All these thoughts bombarded my head at once, along with the stale, stagnant, smoke filled air of Cebu City. This was vastly different than our port just 3 days previous in 1st world, job filled Kuching Malaysia. 

Towards the end of our 5 week stay in Cebu I was assigned as leader of a program done in the streets for common people that might not be able to actually step foot on the Doulos. This was both a challenge and honor to put together such a program with 15 of my fellow shipmates.  I decided from the very start that the emphasis of this program needed to be the presentation of the gospel, and furthermore a challenge to those in attendance. The great thing about doing Ministry here in the Philippines is the openness and freedom to speak your mind and believe what you want. Much like the United States, tolerance for Religion is popular here and as long as you have a microphone and passion, people will gather.  Armed with 2 translators, large speakers, and props for dramas, we headed out on a drizzling Friday evening to share the great hope of the Gospel with the street kids and working class people of Cebu, Philippines. The venue we choose to use was close to the ship an open air stage located in the back corner of a popular park.   We started the event we dubbed, “Street Jam” with drama’s and testimony applications. I recall the children’s intent and focused faces as they watched the skits and dramas.

 Afterward we went into a teaching about Sin, who we are, and were we are going after death. Using the prodigal son as a theme for his teaching, it was a basic sermon but to the point and filled with truth. After ward once about 175 people were gathered around us we ask “If anyone here would like us to pray with them?” Much to my shock at least 100 people raised their hands; I scrambled about setting up different prayer stations around in a circle.  We put the Cebuano’s into groups of 15 and the translator made his rounds making sure everyone understood what we were speaking.  I wondered what God thought, looking down at these groups of children holding hands and accepting Him as their savior and Lord. Tears filled my eyes, and I Gave up control allowing God to take over and minister to these people right were they are, I Began to intercede in prayer on behalf of these new brothers and sisters, for protection in the future and spreading the blood of Jesus over them.

(Journal entry)

It seems it is not very often that we can do a large service to the public with such a basic need being met, even in fulltime ministry on the Doulos. I now understand the importance of Politics’ in ministry and how much things can be manipulated and controlled without the consent of God’s will.   I organized a team of 5 people to come with me for the day as we went to a local community gathering and did a feeding ministry for children.  We had told our local contact person who was a pastor in the village that we had enough food for about 100 children, after telling him that he quickly replied that word will get out quick around the village and there will be more than 300 children there expecting a meal from us. After hearing this we revised our plans and made a lot more food, gathering a lot more donations. Both cooks of onboard Phil Cooling from England and Joyce Van Doornik from Netherlands, prepared 275 meals of chicken, rice, and cabbage, placing it in plastic bags and storing them in large plastic crates.  Soccer balls, Baby formula for teething infants, and donated lollipops were gathered to give away as well.  

Heading out in a Doulos Van we quickly made it to the gathering center and there stood about 100 children patiently waiting in a single file line for their meal.  As we started to distribute the food to the 100 kids, 150 more started to swarm the place we were located. The food started to go so quickly as I made my way around the children taking photo’s of their excited faces in line and again after they received their meal and sweets.  There was no program, drama, or even verbal testimonies but I believe Jesus was their ministering to all involved. What a blessing it is to give unto a community, especially kids that are so grateful for every little thing. I thought about how children would react back home in America if we put on this same type of program for them. We left after just an hour in this location and began thinking about the next time we could put something like this together again, the consensus was very soon; I looked forward to it with excitement.

Having your one off day on Sunday is usually relaxing, comfortable and boring if you stay on the ship for the day. For me the Last Sunday in Cebu was anything but that as I traveled to Danae City. One of the port security guards I have befriended named Gary, invited me  to his house for the Day and how could I say no to such a unique offer. We left early Sunday morning around 630, heading out on a few local buses until finally catching a large bus for the remainder of the trip. A 2 hour bus ride in total, we stopped half way through at a local market in order and bought pork, fresh fish, and hanging rice for our afternoon feast. I took my camera into the open market and got great footage of all sorts of different meats being butchered. Everyone in the market thought I was doing a documentary so they posed and asked me to take their picture while they were doing their Job.  After arriving at Gary’s province in Danau, he began to cook lunch for us over a plastic bag filled with charcoal (they usually just light the bag on fire) as I did some exploration of his “neighborhood” on my own. A few of the men were gathered in the local cock fighting ring training their highly valued roosters against each others. Food was ready in an hour and we took a tricycle ride to the beach to relax and eat in huts right on the water.  For the next 5 hours we ate, joked, and relaxed at a private beach as children splashed around in the water. The water was clean and clear with smooth rocks lining the bottom on the entire walk out.  Out here there was no agenda for the entire day it was great, everyone knew each other in this village and respected each other, very warm and welcoming to visitors. As we made it back to Gary’s house we all took a bath around the Public water pump, yes we actually had to pump the water out. There were 7 of us taking turns dumping water on ourselves and pumping water out from the cool ground below. I said my Goodbyes and thank you to all those around the village, boarded a Bus heading back to Cebu and thought about how great a day I had. We only get 1 off day a week, and the way I look at it is, you must make the absolute most of each one.

The reason I am where I am!!

Praise God for answering prayer and allowing me to return to these children just 4 days after I had previously visited them. Feelings of helplessness, guilt, unworthy, and shame filled my heart as I left the cancer ward of Sarawak children’s hospital with a bag full of pins and a few of my trusty Doulos co- workers.

Annointed Hankerchief's

A happy child at the hospital

This visit however was different, I pushed open the doors with confidence that our God reigns in Sovereignty and His will be done, even amongst that terrible suffering.

The difference between the two visits was prayer. The first visit we were told not to pray but instead put on a show i.e., Drama, video, and secular Christmas carols. While this proved to be entertaining to the children, they desperately needed the power of Jesus in their lives. They received that in our second visit however as two fellow deckhands, Jeremy McCleery (USA) and Jack Piaget (French Swiss) fervently anointed each child with oil and prayer in the cancer section. The Holy Spirit delivered the powerful words as I poured out God’s heart for each one of these cancer ridden children and pleaded for the Lord to show His mercy and heal them. Praying in faith is awesome while allowing the spirit to intercede for us. I demonstrated what God had shown me in a sermon 3 weeks earlier, to always use scripture in your prayer towards God, For these prayers while receive automatic Yes answers!!! Many times I don’t feel God’s presence when I first start praying, But asking the Holy Spirit for encouragement through this each day guarantees Gods presence with us.

God's beautiful child with Eye cancer

I have been praying for the Lord to change my heart and make it more like His the past months, specifically to make me a bold vessel of Christ’s Love and Strip away my selfish, hedonistic, ways. He answered that pray for me tonight and showed me that through preserving prayer (praying with passion, power, boldness, and faith every single time one prays) His will and my prayers are heavily intertwined. This night was one of the best nights I’ve had since joining the Doulos 4 months ago. I will continue to pray and lift up each one of those precious souls to God, longing to share the gospel with one of the children’s mother when I returned yet again in God’s will.

Before leaving this second time we wrapped candy in donated handkerchiefs and prayed over them, anointing each one of them with Jesus’ blood and the will of the Holy Spirit. We mainly did this because before going we weren’t sure if it would be allowed to publicly pray over the children during this visit.

Wrapping candy in Christs Love

The Muslim population here in Kuching is a vast majority totaling 65 percent of the native Malaysian population; while Chinese make up 35 percent of the total population they are divided between Atheism and Buddhism. When I first Saw the Kuching Mosque, the thought that first sprung to mind was, “what a massive, glorious structure, many people must worship there”. When I ventured closer and even took a walk inside I was dumbfounded to find the place was almost empty. Apart from the handful of random worshipers situated around the 10,000 person main hall the open air auditorium was bare.

Malaysia's oldest Mosque

After viewing movies and the news and seeing images of Mosques packed with people, and the violent perspective of Islam as a whole, it came as a surprise to see people smiling and nodding to me, welcoming me in even with my camera, much to my predetermined thoughts I was surprise I did not have any problems or incidents at all. In attendance was a large golden chandelier positioned perfectly in the middle of the main worship room, stacks of shoes out front were visitors were instructed to place upon entrance, and foot washing stalls used to clean “the least dignified part of one’s body”.

On a random Monday a few days before Christmas I experienced the Nature that God created like never before in my life. My new found friend Jeremy McCleery and I set out into the East Malaysian humidity in search of an adventure, we found one nestled high in the clouds of the Sarawak Mountains. We stepped onto a dusty, crammed bus heading north and we both closed our eyes for what seemed like only a few seconds, in actuality being and hour and a half. The bus ride costs 20 ringets (6 U.S. dollars) and dropped us off at a jungle trial raw with adventure ahead. We began following a stream that carved its way up a mountain filled with waterfalls, lush jungle, and animal life, virgin to the pollution that suffocated cities below. Shirtless wading waist high in the river, about an hour up the trek we stopped to be still and praise God for the opportunity to be part of God’s Awesomeness. As I sang praises and Thanked God for bringing me to this place, he reminded me that he has known my heart and delights in me appreciating His tremendous creativity in Nature. I sat in the clear, cold, water and felt complete in His presence, “Why don’t I enjoy life like this more often? I muttered to myself. We continued up the river until we found a waterfall perfect for us to slide down, the stones were well worn and the slide was perfect for our bodily contours as we took turns zipping into the cold pool below. Following the jungle trail, we proceeded 2 miles through heavy trees and bush. What a wonderful peaceful time the Lord knew I needed, especially during such a hectic port where 7,000 visitors walk through your house daily.

Relaxing in God's beauty

Relaxation, ahhhhh!!!

A time of relaxation, renewed focus, and listening to Gods voice to strengthen my walk with our Majestic Creator. I felt as if I now know what David was feeling as he wrote numerous Psalms about Nature and being in God’s restful grip. Coming out of the Jungle we stepped foot right onto Damai, beach and what a sight for sore eyes that beach was for me. Surrounded by 5 star resorts sitting in the cliffs overlooking the South China Sea, I took a short nap and watched waves roll over Rock reef breaks at Low tide. I jumped in the Sea and felt like I was right back home. Water rushed in all around me, I felt God’s peace as my heart and mind was calm. Praise God for this Day!!!!!

Self explanatory

Beachside sunset

Malaysian road side fruit seller

Yours is the Earth and everything in it, Even more you’ll be a Man, My son!!

-Kipling-

The doulos at High and low tide in Kuching River

Being in Kuching, Malaysia from December 5th to January 3rd has been the longest stay in any one port we have had since I joined the Ship. I have relished in this opportunity to really get to know this country; settling in with ample time to experience the culture while cultivating relationships amongst the local people. This has caused me to be impacted fully by what the country has to share also given me plenty of opportunities to see the uniqueness of East Malaysia.

Since being here I have had the privilege of playing soccer, basketball, and rugby twice a week with local athletes. This has done wonders not only for my physic,(which has grown from the rich rice, potatoes carbohydrate full diet on the Doulos) but also I’ve been able to meet and share with locals on a more comfortable/personal level.

We were invited to play indoor soccer 4 times in the last 2 weeks with Christian Chinese Malay brothers and encourage them in their walk. What a workout that was, its been too long since i kicked around the ball and this small fast paced environment is extremely demanding, even if the games were only 10 minutes long.

A different group picked us up from the ship on 3 consecutive Tuesdays and brought us to the national Basketball stadium to play their team in friendly exhibition matches as well. This was a tremendous time to play in a huge stadium that was empty and open to us for free. A long cry from the pickup games I played with my pastor every Saturday before joining the Ship. Needless to say I need to start getting into better cardiovascular shape since playing all these sports, I am not the young guy i once was, and the golf i played frequently before joining didn’t do a great job of getting me in the shape my competitors are in. I plan to keep joining the teams as they have many games lined up in our next port of Cebu, Phillipines.

Seeing somebody fighting with the disease cancer is a horrifying experience when those people happen to be children its unbearable. When I was first told I would be going with a group of friends to a children’s cancer hospital I was excited and saddened at the same time.

30 children from ages 2-13 all going through chemotherapy and hooked up to Iv’s blood monitors and other wires going through their face, necks, throats, and arms. The room was joyless, frowns suffocated the faces of each one of the children as well as their parents, waiting bedside. After a few songs and an introduction we performed a drama that sent the children into fits of laughter. It was the first time since being there for an hour that I saw any sign of life from the children.

The children were mostly Malay and didn’t speak any English, but our translator who visits the hospital every week did such a great job infusing Joy and wackiness in any way he could (Think Patch Adams).

Before entering I ask the Holy Spirit to give me HIS joy as well as His heart of compassion for the children and nurses we encountered did He ever. It was an excellent testimony of God’s love for His people as most of the nurses, parents, and children were Muslim, and here were 5 volunteers from all over the world, smiling, joking, sharing gifts, and spending time with children we had nothing in common with.

We were strictly told before entering Malaysia that the authoritarian Muslim government told the Ship we are not allowed to preach the gospel or pray with Muslims at all. Knowing this going into our visit, I felt hopeless, while smiling and handing out gifts is nice and appreciated, how much bigger is the transforming power of the gospel when it is depicted such as it is in Acts 4:29, 30. “And now O Lord, hear their threats, and give us your servants, great boldness in preaching your word. Stretch out your hand with healing power, may miraculous signs and wonders be done through the name of your holy servant Jesus”.

Is not the Gospel of Jesus Christ more powerful than man-made Governments? I believe that God gives us the courage we need when standing up for His kingdom. As Christians we are called to suffer for the Gospel as Paul writes in 2 Timothy 4:5, “But you should keep a clear mind in every situation. Don’t be afraid of suffering for the Lord. Work at telling others the Good News, and fully carry out the ministry God has given you”. Although we may feel afraid and unsure of future because of our actions for Christ, for He is sovereign, and His mercy covers all.

Pictures of our hospital visit coming very soon as well as an update on our great return to the hospital.

One of the very few men over the age of 30

In other words 80 percent of the 1 million people living in East Timor are under the age of 25. With little infrastructure such as roads, buildings, schools, and restaurants still standing many just wander the streets all day or sit and chat, smoking cigarettes by the main harbor shell shocked; awaiting for the United Nations with other respected agencies to rebuild their city for them.

It comes to no surprise after knowing all this that while the Doulos was in the capital city of Dili for seven days that we saw an average of 7,000 people come on board per day. This is a huge difference to the amount of visitors that we welcomed in the previous ports of Western and Southern Australia.

On Saturday I had the privilege of attending a friendly soccer match between the EAST Timor National team and the Doulos men’s Soccer team. Every port we come to the sports ministry on board looks to set up soccer matches with a gospel presentation following the match. While I was late on signing up to play in this match I did make it to the event and was able to take some pictures for all to see. We surprisingly ended up winning the match and what a great opportunity the boys had to spread Christ’s love through this encounter

a good neighborhood in East Timor

On my evangelism day I was able to join a mixed group of 6 others and share at East Timor’s only prison. Having only been told the night prior that I was to go with, I was feeling nervous and anxious at what I was to share with these men I had little in common with. After bringing it before the lord in prayer and meditation, I began writing versus proclaiming Hope in Jesus down, and based a message around the Hope we can find in Jesus. I do believe the Lord gave me exactly what the Men at this prison needed to hear because after peaking for 15 minutes through an interpreter I noticed a few hardened men began to cry as they listened contently. I have never been to Prison, not even to visit like some people do in schools so this whole experience for me was completely foreign, God knew and had this plan for me all along.

God's precious Children

Statue of Christ in Dili

As we ventured back to the ship from our day at the prison we decided to stop along the roadside which was crowded with hundreds of people, relaxing out of reach from the terribly hot sun. As the taxi driver drop us off we quickly discussed about what program we should do for the people here. After a minute we decided to start off with a song, follow it up with a quick testimony, then openly share the gospel with these hurting needy people as they smiled and enjoyed the free entertainment. It was only a few days prior that I lay on the main lounge floor of the Doulos and read a devotional from Martin Loyd- Jones on not being ashamed of the gospel of Jesus. How relevant had that become now as me and 5 others shared our testimonies and proclaimed Gods love over the country of East Timor without any shame. The main point that stuck with me from the devotional that I kept saying to myself was that the Gospel was so powerful that it will transform lives on its own and all I have to do is present it in truth and love. Many times I feel inadequate or pressured because I don’t have the Bible memorized like I should, or I am not strong in evangelism. During this experience God showed me again that its Him who delivers the power and opens the hearts of people he wants to hear the great news. The pressure was lifted and 15 people came to know Jesus as their personal savior that Afternoon. PRAISE THE LORD!!!!

Sharing our faith among street folk

Sunday morning came and finally I had a day off to relax and spend time in fellowship and in prayer as Sundays often bring. An opportunity presented itself for me to go along as part of a church team to share and I jumped on the chance. Church teams are a great occasion to meet and bond with people on the ship that you otherwise would never share with, mostly because of different work departments, ages, or interests, but in Church Teams all those things are thrown out the window. We were picked up by two Christian brothers around 8:15 am and piled into the back of a 1987 diatsun pickup truck with a wood truck bed. Imagine the looks on locals faces as 7 brightly dressed white missionaries droves passed them in the back of a truck camera’s and bibles in hand. I shared about the ship for 10-15 minutes, a basic presentation going over most of the numbers concerning people on board, books sold, visitors, age of the ship, and how many cockroaches making their home the Doulos (1 million!!!!).

Naked local kids climbing up our anchor

While a few things were lost in translation between me and the 15 year old translator, repeating things 3 or 4 times didn’t bother me much, as long as the crowd eventually got the message. After the service which lasted about 4 soggy hours, we hung around and gave out free books and took pictures with the congregation which totaled roughly 100 people. The women pastor thanked us in her mother tongue and we got back in our oversized pickup truck and made our way back to the ship full of sweat.

The week we were in East Timor was such a blessing for me and the ship in whole. For many it was a great opportunity to see just what a developing country is like, for me it was great seeing God work in the lowest, poorest of places in the world. A true sign that no matter how bad things may get or how far away from the rest of the world you may slip, you can never get away from God’s Love and mercy. I made many friends while in Dili, email addresses and souvenirs exchanged; but the most important thing was the Gospel was fully alive in East Timor.

CARPOOL

Friendly Visitors

BLISSFUL REFLECTION

Hand carved transportation

Having fun at work

locals eagerly awaiting the bookstore opening

Timorese Sunset