Saturday, August 26, 2006

Do you feel itchy?


Jonah is one of my favorite books in the Bible- its so real, so human. Jonah heard God's voice and responded as so many do- running in the opposite direction. Then he humbled himself, prayed one of the most beautiful prayers ever and was anointed and commissioned again to preach God's mercy and love to the city. His anointing is what gets me every time- the stomach acid of a giant fish.
Not long after I was contemplating how sometimes God anoints us in radical ways (sometimes ways we recieve through our own sin or disobedience, or perhaps in a way that we view as bad, but is really God's blessing and anointing), I contracted lice for the first time. I remember standing in the shower, smelling of lice-killing shampoo and asking why I was ridden with this horrible infestation when God revealed it to me; it was my anointing as a missionary to the inner-city.
The moment I even thought of complaining God reminded me of Paul's anointing of temporary blindness- okay, I guess I will take the lice.
That was April, since then I have gotten lice again 2 times. This most recent time was because I went to an event held by Living Bible Explorers. She asked me to come because she was singing, and I realized that this was a bold step for her and I was so excited for her, of course I went. As it happened, her little sister sat next to me and hugged me most of the evening. Thus the new 'friends' in my head.
Now, I don't know what to do to prevent lice. Keep my hair in a ponytail- but that means a permanent one because I know too many kids in my neighborhood who have lice, and that means I couldn't leave the house unless my hair was up. Withholding hugs is not an option. Ever.

So, if anyone has any tips (besides continual use of the chemical shampoos which become harmful after extended use), please pass them on as a way to support an inner-city missionary without having to write a check!

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

Life isn't boring if you're me!

My shorts were almost completely ripped off of me the other day. I was riding on the handlebars of a bike (I know thats not the safest way to ride) and the wires of the brakes grabbed ahold of my meshy shorts and held on while the rest of me went to the ground. A few people saw quite a lot of my leg, but my shorts were not ripped.

Then I fell in a fountain while trying to retreive a soccer ball. The bottom was reallly slick! all 30 people saw me, and erupted in laughter. I got most of them back though- attacking them with hugs so I wasn't the only wet one.

Sunday I decided to skip sleep- bad idea when working with kids. While they were having "God talk" upstairs, I laid down on the stage and fell asleep. When I woke up I was covered in flags. About 10 flags had been draped over me by silly, but caring little girls.

I often fall down when I am playing soccer- no one even around me, I just fall. Some people fall on wet floors. Others in mud. Well, I do that,too. And then some. Today I was just passing back and forth a soccer ball with friends- not even fast or anything, I turned on dirt (just dirt) and found myself sitting on the ground.

Today, walking home a cab driver yells at me. By name. "Umm... do I know you? Who are you?" I was the most weired-out because he knew my name. After driving around the corner so we could talk and I didn't look like a prostitute, he tells me, "Some one told me that you were a Christian and I was so happy! I drove around yesterday hoping to see you! I am saved, too." (this is probably my new favorite quote, just imagine the enthusiasm pushed into the sentence)
"Being saved is like winning the lottery!"

Sunday, August 13, 2006

yes, thats me!


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looking down 50 feet. its cold, but thats not why you're shaking. count down and -JUMP!
you can't stop yourself once you're in the air- just make sure you clear the part of the rock that juts out farther half way down.
thats what i did this weekend.

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

Gulu Prayer Project

What are you doing September 10-17? Got a spare hour or so? If you have followed any of my blogs you will know that I have a heart for northern Uganda, and especially for the kids who have to walk every night to sleep on the streets so that they don't get kidnapped and forced to be soldiers. And for the children in displacement camps who are being deprived of an education and food and clean water. And the parents who's children didn't come home that one night and now don't know if they are dead or alive. And for the adult who still has nightmares because of the trauma he or she had to live with since escaping the rebel army. Basically, the whole horrible issue. Murder, disease, human rights violations, starvation, homelessness, and the list goes on. We had the first prayer project in March for 2 weeks. This next one is 24 hours a day, for 7 days straight- Sunday to Sunday. People coming together from all over the world via the internet to sign up to pray for an hour. The prayer ideas list includes praying for: the children who walk the children who fight the families those who have escaped the army the government of Uganda the leaders of the rebel army the ministries we will be working with the volunteers and organizations which are helping me and the rest of us going to Uganda in October visit guluprayerproject.blog.com to sign up to pray! We will send the email reminders, so you don't have to worry about forgetting to pray. Many people have told me they prayed or will pray, but just would rather not sign up to pray for an hour. That is fine, but misses the value in being part of this ministry and joining with the others from around the world to help us pray for a constant week. (but don't get the idea that for some reason I think your prayer isn't heard or that God doesn't include it in prayers for Uganda, I don't think He has prayer folder just for this ministry). But I really would encourage you to step out and commit to praying with us for 1 hour.

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

If a man demands your cloak...Sell it to him!

A man bought the shirt off my back today.
I was sitting in the park drawing/helping a man with his English homework and some random man asked me where I got my shirt from. I've had it for about 5 years, its an old, grey soccer shirt that just says 'Owen Valley' on the front and 'the price of greatness is sacrifice' on the back.
When he discovered it was my highschool shirt, and that my highschool was in America he asked to just buy my shirt.
$30!!! for an old t-shirt I was about to go play soccer in and get all dirty and sweaty.
On the topic of playing soccer- I have been accepted as an African. Afgani's verses Africans tomorrow at 7 pm, the African team begged me and perfected their puppy dog eyes to have me join their team.
"But I can't, I'm not from Africa."
"You speak Swahili, you have been to Africa, you love Africa- you are African."
I haven't even tanned well this summer, my hair is sort of blonde right now and it is a far, far stretch to say I can speak Swahili. Oh well, I am complimented just the same.