Time for a Plan

I can’t believe it’s been 4 months since I started blogging. Time flies when you’re having fun, or when a ton is happening in your life, as it has since I started this enterprise!

It has been fun, and I had the privilege of being linked by the main Calling All Nations website, which really drove up my traffic and got me a lot of hits from Germany and elsewhere in Europe.

Over these first few months I have been able to tinker and experiment with what I post here. A lot of what I’ve done was dealing with the Berlin event, which is understandable. I’m feeling now that I need to define this blog a little better, with a more focused mission. It is nice to have a little spot in the wide blogosphere to vent and express oneself, but I’d like this blog to have a little more about it as well.

I intend to define what this blog will be about over the next week or two. Now, I am interested in people’s feedback, so if you have any thoughts, I’d love to hear from you. Especially any of my German friends, if there is anything that you’d like to see to keep you coming here. My thoughts for this blog center around the Christian life as it relates to reaching the world. This comes in both the idea of classic missions, but also in using the arts to speak into culture, specifically writing.

Anyway, that’s what I’m pondering today. We’ll see how it plays out over the next couple of weeks.

Always Learning

I have a summer cold. No one likes to be sick, but it is worse when it is nice out, the weather is hot, and you can’t bundle up to feel good.

I woke up in the middle of the night with my chest feeling like it was full of pudding. I staggered out of bed, fumbling for the cough syrup. I also dug around for the Vick’s Vapor Rub, figuring anything to help would be great. Through bleary eyes I saw that the Vick’s had an expiration date of 2000 on it. Vapor rub has an expiration date? Couldn’t be that bad, so I slathered it on my chest and went back to bed.

Unfortunately, not back to sleep. This was due to the growing sensation that my chest was smoldering. I know that Vick’s evaporates, giving a nice tingling sensation to help with the chest relief. But I don’t think it goes as far as wondering if my chest hair was on fire. I seriously contemplated getting up and taking a shower, but it finally subsided after about a half-hour of tossing and turning.

I checked first thing this morning, and I didn’t seem to lose any chest hair. However, you can bet I will be buying a NEW container of Vick’s before I go home tonight…

Always Learning

I have a summer cold. No one likes to be sick, but it is worse when it is nice out, the weather is hot, and you can’t bundle up to feel good.

I woke up in the middle of the night with my chest feeling like it was full of pudding. I staggered out of bed, fumbling for the cough syrup. I also dug around for the Vick’s Vapor Rub, figuring anything to help would be great. Through bleary eyes I saw that the Vick’s had an expiration date of 2000 on it. Vapor rub has an expiration date? Couldn’t be that bad, so I slathered it on my chest and went back to bed.

Unfortunately, not back to sleep. This was due to the growing sensation that my chest was smoldering. I know that Vick’s evaporates, giving a nice tingling sensation to help with the chest relief. But I don’t think it goes as far as wondering if my chest hair was on fire. I seriously contemplated getting up and taking a shower, but it finally subsided after about a half-hour of tossing and turning.

I checked first thing this morning, and I didn’t seem to lose any chest hair. However, you can bet I will be buying a NEW container of Vick’s before I go home tonight…

Privileged

I was very privileged last night to hear a missionary couple from Nepal speak last night. The woman is actually Bhutanese, but was kicked out of her country for refusing to deny Jesus, and lived in refugee camps in Nepal for years before meeting her Nepali husband. What faith. I don’t know that I have that faith.

I really loved what her husband shared with us when talking about how to reach his people with the gospel and how they respond:

“You tell me that Jesus loves me. Show me Christ’s love.”
A hungry man won’t necessarily be able to hear the gospel, unless we fill his belly first. But I think this goes for Americans, Germans, and Nepali alike. Wherever you are, people want to know that the words are real, that there is true love behind the “Jesus loves you.”
If we have the leading to share Him without the opportunity to meet a person’s needs, we should definitely listen to the Spirit. But if we can serve the people we want to preach the gospel to, how much more power is in that?

Privileged

I was very privileged last night to hear a missionary couple from Nepal speak last night. The woman is actually Bhutanese, but was kicked out of her country for refusing to deny Jesus, and lived in refugee camps in Nepal for years before meeting her Nepali husband. What faith. I don’t know that I have that faith.

I really loved what her husband shared with us when talking about how to reach his people with the gospel and how they respond:

“You tell me that Jesus loves me. Show me Christ’s love.”
A hungry man won’t necessarily be able to hear the gospel, unless we fill his belly first. But I think this goes for Americans, Germans, and Nepali alike. Wherever you are, people want to know that the words are real, that there is true love behind the “Jesus loves you.”
If we have the leading to share Him without the opportunity to meet a person’s needs, we should definitely listen to the Spirit. But if we can serve the people we want to preach the gospel to, how much more power is in that?