10 Things Everyone Should Know

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We are going to be spending some more time together I think. Why, just yesterday I was chatting with a man who was 14 pay grades higher than I and informed him he was going in my blog. Aaaaaand, done.

10 Things You Should Know

1: If it doesn't have a mother, don't lose sleep over it. (Don't sweat the small stuff)

2: Being able to live the sleep deprived life has 5 rules. They are called the "5 Rules of Sleep Deprivation"

3: If you spill straight club soda on you, try putting red wine on it to get it out.

4: Cats that make noise should be dead. The quite ones are cool.

5: If stretching was as sexy as surfing, we would all be as flexible as silly puddy.

6: I'm totally ready to be out of Africa.

7: I watched a dude stab a pig today. It was gross, sad, and weird. Also, a little yummy.

8: I just heard a grown man say that he was peeing blood. He was pummeled by several angry Marines. Note to self, don't let angry Marines catch you.

9: Good leaders don't so much tell you what to do, as much as make you want to do it.

10. I'm done.

10 Things I Am Thankful For That You May Not Be

Today our ship was caught up in a massive Maelstrom! Totally kidding. It was the Kraken! But for realze, both "Maelstrom" and "Kraken" are awesome words and make for great cinema material.

Todays Log will cover: 10 Things I am Thankful for that You May Not Be

1: Rusty Water - Yes, my water is rusty and brown, but it does not smell bad. I'm very grateful for that. I'm also grateful to HAVE water.

2: Tons of Dead Cockroaches - Yes, Cockroaches are creepy, but dead ones are far less creepy than the "Alive" version and we have more dead than alive here.

3: Ketchup - Most people take this condiment for granted but Ethiopia has taught me that it makes even the blandest of rice and goat taste like home.

4: My Mosquito Net - My mosquito net rocks. It is the zip up kind that keeps out EVERYTHING. The first night I tried sleeping outside of the net and I got bit by something that gave me blood blisters. I now sleep in it every night.

5: Rain - I left Djibouti and moved to Ethiopia and in the last moth I have seen more rain than I did in the 8 months in Djibouti. Weird thing is, this is the Ethiopian "Dry" season!

6: Skype - Every day I get to see my Fiancée is a good day!

7: Ayaaah Water - As you can imagine, rusty water is not so healthy. The local water factory sells me clean water for cheap. Score one for not getting water borne parasites!

8: Mefloquine - My anti Malarial pills keep me Malaria free and give me AWESOME dreams. Ask me about the Tornado that landed me in the butterfly reserve!

9: Power - The power has gone out about 9 times in the last 2 days and I am oh so grateful for our backup generator!

10: The Internet - It allows me to contact home, feel connected, attend Church (Elevation Church, you rock!) online, and even see my family and fiancée! It is slow and unreliable, but I love it.


I am so grateful to be where I am, who I am, and also very grateful to be returning home to America! Happy Thanksgiving all.

Life isn't fair

Living in Ethiopia has taught me many life lessons. For example, you don't need to go tanning, if your water is so rusty that when you get out your skin is the color of Californian perfection. Showering in brown water can have it's upside!

I have been getting up each morning to get some exercise and after that, I come back to my room and do some stretching while listening to great tunes. Yesterday found me listening to my "Final Countdown" playlist which, as the name suggests, does include "Final Countdown" by Europe. The song "Be My Escape" by Reliant K came on and I heard them scream out the phrase, "The beauty of grace is that it makes life not fair."

This line caused me to ponder my experiences in many Christian settings. I began to realize that often, as a Christian I am much more hesitant to dole out grace when I see someone making mistakes or poor choices that God was when he forgave me of my sin.  Why is that? I think it may have something to do with the fact that grace makes life not fair. 

Ever since I accepted that Christ paid the price for my sin and that it was his mercy that saves me and not my own goodness, I have tried to do good things. Not because it I had to, but because I wanted to. So here I am, living as good as I can and trying to avoid temptation and such. Then I see Joe Sinner over there getting drunk and sexing up a pretty girl who he doesn't even know and I think, "Wow, this guy is bad!" 

Now lets be honest here, Joe Sinner, is no more of a bad person than we are, he just is more visible at this moment. Is it possible that we withhold grace because we work so hard to be "Good" people that if they were let off the hook, we would be on a level playing field? How is that fair!? Spoiler alert, it isn't. That is the beauty of Grace! God doesn't give a yellow belly marmots whisker how good or bad we are. He loves us. He wants to give us grace, mercy, and a second chance. But as people that are trying to "Live Right" we seem to have a really hard time doing the same.

Wouldn't it be grand if the Church (Again, all those that claim the name of Christ fit in this category) stopped viewing people according to their sin debt and started viewing them as an opportunity to give grace? We should thrive on giving grace. That should be our home run swing people! How have we missed that!? How did I miss that!? When someone walks into the company of a Christian, that should be the most forgiving and welcoming environment they can experience. 

Grace is disarming. It shocked the woman at the well, it shocked Zacchaeus, it shocked the Adulterous Woman in John 8, and it also shocked me.  Grace is not fair. That is why it is so offensive to those who believe they deserve something. People that have a sense of entitlement in the Church HATE grace! Why? It makes life not fair. They feel like they have earned it. They are wrong. The only way God gives grace is to those who don't deserve it. Thats all of us. 

Here is my proposition. Get your Grace Muscles back in shape by giving some out to the next person who does you dirty. You may be shocked to find that it much easier with practice.

Speak Somalian: Part 2 of 2

My father always told me, "People don't care how much you know, until they know how much you care." Well said dad. What leads us as Christians believe we can show the world Christ without even trying to understand what language they speak?

I can hear the retorts already. "We should lift up the cross and it will draw them in!" "Don't sink to the world’s level, pull them up to ours!" "We must be in the world but not of the world". To all these, I would say, "Yeah. That’s all true." However, how much time did Jesus spend in a Church building? Paul? Peter? From what I recall, Jesus spent a lot of time with whores, thieves, drunks, demon possessed, and liars. I distinctly remember Him saying, "They that are whole have no need of the physician, but they that are sick: I came not to call the righteous, but sinners to repentance." Now, I don't want to be that guy that constantly reads scripture to you, but doggonit! There is some freakin' awesome stuff in there!

My thought process has gone something like this: If I don't try to reach the world with the culture they are in, how will I reach them? Paul used sports metaphors, and fighting terms to relate to his people. At times, Jesus used parables that were so culturally relevant at the time, I struggle to understand why they were significant at all! This is because He understood the people he wanted to help. He let them know he understood what life looked like for them. 

One could use hyperbole to insinuate that I am saying we should be just like the world. I am not saying that. I am saying that if the world sees us as a group of people that looks down on them, or is so far removed from the culture they embrace that we can't even understand how they communicate with each other, we have failed.

Let’s get back to loving our neighbors, being good to those that despitefully (spell check just informed me that this is no longer a word, so I typed it in word, and word told me that it was a word! Take THAT blog spell check!) use us, and start realizing that we are the church. Each of us. Let’s take the church to the people that need us. Maybe we should be so accessible that Pharisees fear us and the sinners seek us. (as a side not, lets also not forget that we too are sinners and have been redeemed by an AWESOME God)

Speak Somalian: Part 1 of 2

So yesterday found me in a very remote corner of our world. I was driving along a road (if you want to call it that, really more of a Path-of-least-resistance) in Eastern Ethiopia, traveling to a remote village called Mikal (not the real name of the place, but the Army is kinda protective of information you see). I was there to meet some of the leadership of this village and I intended to speak to them about some Medical Missions being done in their area. 

The conversation was short and non script, but after he was gone and the medical people began doing the type of medical stuff they do, I began to mingle with some of the locals.  Two men walked up to me and began speaking a language that to the casual passer-by may have sounded like a man choking on a chicken bone. Having lived in Eastern Africa for the last year, I quickly identified the language as Somalian and began to address them in their native language. 

I promptly stated, "Sabah WaHanaksan! Iskaa Wooran?" (this means something like, "A peaceful morning to you! How are you?") Now, these two men reacted as if they had just seen a host of men dressed like Santa Clause singing Bon Jovi songs with a horde of Leprichans. They quickly responded, "Fian! Iskaa Wooran?" I told them I was well and asked them each what their name was and told them I was glad to meet them. I also told them my name was Josh. I did all of this in what must have been the most pathetic attempt at Somalian they had ever heard.

At this point I had exhausted my entire Somalian vocabulary. I used about 4 sentences and had learned very little about either of them. However, after this short conversation they quickly walked over to a nearby group and I could hear them excitedly telling all the other villagers,"This guy speaks Somalian!" or something to that effect. I watched as a ripple of joy and excitement rippled through the small group of villagers. By the time I left that village, the all realized I could only use the 4 sentences I had already used. None of them seemed to care or tire of hearing me speak those same words. When I left, Mohamed and Ali (the original two men) told me we were friends and they wanted to see me in their village again one day.

Now lets not get this twisted. 4 sentences hardly count as mastering a language. My limited usage of the Somali language was meager at best but it's impact was significant. You see, those men were far less excited about the medical workers being in their village than they seemed to be about me trying to speak their language. They didn't even mind that I didn't know any more than 4 sentences. They were just geeked out of their minds that I had taken the time to TRY to learn. They were stoked that I cared enough about them that I wanted to know how to talk with them.

I think the rest of the world is the same way. I believe that people want to know you care enough about them to TRY to understand them. I also feel that in this regard, the Church (I'm referring again to all those that claim Jesus Christ as their Lord) has been failing miserably. I can see that we have stopped TRYING. 

Captain's Log: Day 2

It would seem the Triple Chocolate Galaxy Bar has foiled my plans to lose 167.8 pounds once again! Blast!

My attempts to cajole a bowel focused parasite into cohorts with me is not coming to fruition as planned. I must step up my plan dramatically. Tomorrow I shall run and not be weary. I shall walk and not get bored. I shall elliptical and not ... stop? The point being I'm going to go heavy on the cardio this next week.

Also, it appears that a trio of small kittens have invaded our house. They must be eradicated!

And for all of you reading this Log at a later date that would cast judgment and scorn upon me for my anti-kitten sentiments, stop it. It’s not nice. Also, these small feline are of the Ethiopian variety which means they are ghastly and a little bit angry. Not a good combination for a creature with very sharp claws and big pointy teeth.

Captains Log: Day 1

So I got up at 0530 to workout. Not saying that to brag...ok. Yes I was.

So I got up at 0530 to workout and when I weighed myself I realized that I had lost 6 pounds since I last weighed 2 days ago...NOT bragging. Well, ...whatever.

Ok, so 6 pounds, 2 days. I have no clue what is up with that. I think I'm either a weight loss guru or about to die of some Ethiopian Bowel Parasite. I really hope it's not the Parasite thing...

So far I have not died. I also have not discovered any super powers or anything, but I'll keep you posted.