Month: September 2006
BTW
BTW, Rob wanted to let everyone know, he hasn’t had any more Charlie Horses since the first night in Abuja.
Saturday in Nigeria
First full day in Nigeria
It’s Thursday, Sept. 28 at 7:28 p.m. (Nigeria Time).
We’re visiting an Internet cafe near the hostel we’re staying at for the next two weeks in Jos, Nigeria.
It’s been an amazing 24 hours since we touched down around 8 p.m. in Abuja.
I will say, our hostel here in Jos is much nicer than the one in Abuja. Rob and I were missing a toilet seat in our luxuary suite and the power went out for several minutes about an hour before we went to bed. But I understand that’s sometimes the norm across the country.
The missionaries here in Jos said they just went eight days without any electricity. I’m sure my dad would love to see the wiring they do around here. Wires are criss-crossed like crazy and many of the electrical poles still use glass insulators on them.
My first impression of Nigeria was how friendly everyone has been. When I think of customs agents and army officers I don’t typically expect them to be as friendly as they are here.
Numerous folks went to work when we showed up in Abuja with three of our checked boxes missing.
And I was amazed at how many people asked us for Bibles. They seemingly knew right away what we were here for and we gave three Bibles away just in the airport. Numerous others asked for them, but we had no more to give. A customs agent named Rachel wanted me to promise that I would bring one for her on our return.
After enjoying our luxuary suite in Abuja, including the 4 a.m. prayers by the Muslims over their public address system and Rob’s late night charlie horse, we took off on the three hour drive to Jos this morning around 8 a.m.
The traffic was unbelievable. The standard mode of transportation for taxi drivers is a motorcycle and they owned the road with hundreds zipping up and down the roads.
We made one or two stops along the road and children just flooded the sides of our bus as they saw Americans who might buy their fruits, nuts, eggs and other goods.
They all loved having their picture taken, as long as we could show it to them afterwards.
We arrived in Jos at the missionary’s compound and ate lunch before heading to the hostel to unpack.
We quickly head to the TH were we met 70 plus boys that the missionaries are working with. Most of them lived on the street before coming to the transitional home.
I was immediately grabbed by Arnold, a young boy who wouldn’t let go of my hand the entire time we were there.
He led me around every inch of the compound.
My times up I’ll try and write more later.
God bless.
Record store v Church
Thomas has a great entry on record stores and churches. What can we learn from the fading record stores? From the NYT:
The neighborhood record store was once a clubhouse for teenagers, a place to escape parents, burn allowances and absorb the latest trends in fashion as well as music. But these days it is fast becoming a temple of nostalgia for shoppers old enough to remember “Frampton Comes Alive!’
Around the country, he (Eric Levin) said, shops like Grimey’s in Nashville, Shake It Records in Cincinnati and Other Music in New York are hanging on to young customers by evolving into one-stop hipster emporiums. Besides selling obscure CD’s and even vinyl records, many have diversified into comic books, Japanese robot toys and clothing. Some have opened adjoining nightclubs or, in Mr. Levin’s case, coffee shops.
Thomas says, “The lesson here is to adapt or die… its a sad lesson… I’ve lost Our Price and Impulse in Hamilton… and apart from Woolworths and ASDA there isn’t anywhere to by music in Motherwell. I have to go to one of the 2 Fopps in Glasgow… or HMV… or one of the Virgins (no laughing… but there are at least 2 Virgins in Glasgow).”
I wish I had more time to delve into this and spit out my opinion before I head out to Nigeria but I better not right now.
But read the entry and leave your comments. How is your church adapting? Is your church adapting? Or should we bring back the hymnals, the King James Version (if it was good enough for Jesus and the disciples it’s good enough for me), and the old pipe organ?
What are your thoughts?
Monday morning errands
It’s Monday morning, around 11 a.m. and my list is full of things to do today.
We fly out of D/FW airport tomorrow afternoon on our trip to Nigeria, so the clock is ticking away.
We arrived back in Rockwall yesterday morning around 11 a.m. after a long 13 hour drive. We were very pleased with our time, as we had predicted it would take at least 14 hours to make the trip from Iowa to Dallas.
It was an amazing trip overall. We saw 15 decisions made by folks in Branson, Missouri, seven or eight more the first night in Ottumwa, Iowa and another 15 or 16 the second and final night.
The Bible tells is that the angels rejoice when one sinner comes home. They were throwing some parties this weekend and it was an amazing blessing to be a part of it.
As I finish packing an running errands today, I’m reminded of a challenge a very close friend and supporter gave me last night, “Find at least one miracle a day and let us know about it.”
So I’m going to do my best to meet that challenge.
Here are a few miracles I believe I’ve seen since leaving for Branson Wednesday night.
1. We arrived safely. It may not be that big of a deal, but when you consider how many accidents there are each day across the country and consider we’re towing a two-ton wrestling ring behind a 15 passenger van and you consider all the distractions that could take place when you throw a bunch of testosterone in a small confined place, I think it’s a widely unreported miracle that we arrived to each of our destinations. We also had a tire fall apart somewhere in the middle of Oklahoma, early Sunday morning, but God protected us and we were able to pull off the road and change it with no incident.
2. We managed to get our visas for Nigeria. I received an e-mail while I was in Iowa, passing along information that our visas had been secured. They group we’re going with has had trouble securing visas every year since they started going, and I believe God had his hand in this one as well. We had a little help from a chance friend who was introduced to us by Texas Gov. Rick Perry. When he found out we were still waiting our visas he made a call and got the ball rolling. It’s amazing to think about how God is so sovereign and puts in our places for “such a time as this.”
The God who made the world and everything in it is the Lord of heaven and earth and does not live in temples built by hands. And he is not served by human hands, as if he needed anything, because he himself gives all men life and breath and everything else. From one man he made every nation of men, that they should inhabit the whole earth; and he determined the times set for them and the exact places where they should live. God did this so that men would seek him and perhaps reach out for him and find him, though he is not far from each one of us. ‘For in him we live and move and have our being.’ As some of your own poets have said, ‘We are his offspring.’ – Acts 17:24-28
3. I woke up almost 98% sore free this morning. When I consider I’ve been sore for nearly a week and a half, and consider the horrible positions I fell asleep in on our trip, its nice to wake up pain free. My only real soreness now is in my legs from playing catcher last Wednesday night and that’s about worked itself out. Sure I had some help from my chiropractor Tim Lehmann, but God uses people to do His work. So I’m counting it as miracle number three.
Well I could probably keep typing, but then I’d get behind on my to-do list. So I better get back to work.
Thanks for your prayers and interest.
I’ll post again soon, but it may be after we arrive in Nigeria on Wednesday.