Off into the wild blue yonder (or, here in ILM country, the gray, misty overcast), again.
Heading to Abilene. Almost feel like a cowboy driving a herd of cattle to market, only I’m not a cowboy, I don’t have any cows to drive and I don’t ride very well on a horse. But, other than that, I’ll pretend I’m a cowboy.
Excited about what I’m going to learn and who I’m going to meet (heading to a Global Awakening conference).
This ought to be fun…
Three days and almost 1200 miles later, I’m back home… kinda.
Fabulous trip to Chattanooga. Had some great time with the gang at Journey Chattanooga. Those guys are perched to make a really big noise in Choo Choo City! If you’ve ever in their neighborhood be sure to visit them (they’re one of those weird churches that meet in a warehouse). Thanks to all the folks who gave to help the Seed of Hope kids!
Grandkids? Thanks for asking!
Really cool and intense time with the guys from The Glorious Unseen. Twice! Almost got to meet Charlie Hall… almost. But I did meet Paul Young’s (The Shack author) daughter, Amy.
Heading out tomorrow for Abilene, Texas. I should have some interesting posts…
Of notoriety on par with that of Jesse James, “the farmhouse” in Ubaúna is the base of operations for mission trips into this region. Often made out to be worse than it really is, the farmhouse is primarily used for sleeping, or at least what passes for that.
Wildlife abounds; frogs in an amazing variety of sizes, tarantulas, snakes, rats, goats, lambs, cows, hawks, buzzards, lizards and so on. Some are so friendly that they want to sleep with you or accompany you to the bathroom. Others just like being where you are.
Accommodations are not quite of the five-star classification, the air conditioning isn’t quite up to par and the traffic can be a wee bit noisy at times.
I hear more screams, both male and femail, in the course of a week than I hear over an entire year while residing in the farmhouse. Typically because something as silly as a frog has jumped on someone or a little spider was found in someone’s hammock, but sometimes for “other” reasons.
Affectionately christened as “the clubhouse” on this last visit, the place actually becomes an object of affection. Folks who’ve stayed there look at it with longing and recognize it for the purpose it serves; they know that they’ve encountered what might be called a portal between the natural and the supernatural while they’ve been there.
Most do not leave it without being transformed.
The farmhouse is definitely an interesting place…
“What’s your name?”
“So, how do you say it in English?”
And with that began our relationship with our artist-painter-teacher who would go to Ubaúna with us to help the children express themselves artistically.
Júnior, who had no idea who we were before this encounter, had volunteered to go somewhere he’d never gone before, with people he’d never met and to do something that he didn’t even understand. He’d be sleeping in a hammock, in the heat, braving the elements and having to hang around foreigners who didn’t speak his language.
But he was game… because of the children.
What he didn’t realize was that he was going to the Brazilian desert to meet Jesus.
The two of them had an encounter and he became a follower. Just like that. When we got back to Fortaleza, we had the privilege of baptizing him into the Kingdom.
The weather was perfect, the ocean like a lake and we even had the token drunk who came up and asked what was going on.
When he came up on the beach, he simply asked, “What’s next?”
My response: “Interesting that you should bring that up…”
Passing along some more photo-love from Ubaúna, Brazil.
Of course, you must click here to get the warm fuzzies.
More photos of the trip are up (thanks Jen!).
Click here to see them.
Yeah, but it got your attention, didn’t it?
We had amazing talent on this trip to Brazil.
I could just let that sentence stand by itself and it would be enough.
Since there was such amazing talent, I want to start showing it off! We had two dynamite and professional photographers with us: Amber Currin and Jen Griffin. We had a professional videographer, Travis Currin. We had a professional band (and they are really good, too!): Wrent Band (Brady and Jennafer White). We even had a professional Brazilian band: Megafone. Then we had the super amazing, traveling road show GFB “choir” composed of Tiffany Poston, Hannah Morrison, Bonnie LaClaire, Kelly Cannon, Josh Stephens, Patrick and Christy Loyd, Garry and Barbara Colsen, Hal Griffin and keyboard/guitar virtuoso Paul Tyndall.
Some of this talent will be finding it’s way here in the form of images, video, sound, etc., over the next few weeks.
But I’ve got something to show you right now. If you will follow this link, you’ll get an eyeful of some of the activities that occurred on this trip.