Showing posts with label adventure. Show all posts
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Friday, December 27, 2013

The Dirt Road to Paradise


"Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ! In his great mercy he has given us new birth into a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, and into an inheritance that can never perish, spoil or fade. This inheritance is kept in heaven for you, who through faith are shielded by God’s power until the coming of the salvation that is ready to be revealed in the last time. In all this you greatly rejoice, though now for a little while you may have had to suffer grief in all kinds of trials. These have come so that the proven genuineness of your faith—of greater worth than gold, which perishes even though refined by fire—may result in praise, glory and honor when Jesus Christ is revealed." 1 Peter 3-7

Gardens at Imbabazi in Rwanda

There are gardens at a former orphanage in Rwanda which sit on a foothill at the bottom of a volcano. The only way to get to this beautiful paradise is a long, windy, bumpy dirt road. Although the road is only a few miles long, driving down it is a long process due to its poor condition. But the gardens are an incredible sight, and the journey down the bumpy dirt road is suddenly forgotten when you take in your first breath while standing before the awe-inspiring landscape.

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When I traveled to Rwanda in May of 2012, I nearly missed visiting this orphanage. I was not feeling very well that day, and, due to illness, I feared the long bus ride on the bumpy dirt road. That morning at breakfast, I wavered between whether to go with the team or stay at the hotel. I ultimately decided to brave the adventure and face the bumpy dirt road.

Had I stayed at the hotel, I would have missed the brightly colored flowers, the crisp fog over the volcano's shadow, the joyful playing of music with the children, and the luscious green landscape that was so carefully tended to by the groundskeepers. Had I stayed at the hotel, I would have missed a glimpse of paradise.

So often, I catch Christians (including myself) praying asking God to "pave a path" for us. While praying for God to reveal His Will to those who love Him is good to practice, this particular wording of the prayer is the part which has begun to trip me up: "pave a path."

What if God's intended route for us to His paradise is not a smoothly paved path, but a bumpy dirt road?

Looking at the life of Jesus, His path to the Father's Will was certainly not a smooth one. He faced ridicule, persecution, and even death in order that God's Sovereign Will would come to pass. Jesus' life was none other than a bumpy dirt road- perhaps even the bumpiest dirt road any person has ever had to walk! He was completely innocent of wrongdoing, yet carried every single sin which we have ever committed and have yet to commit with him on the Cross. Now that is a bumpy dirt road.

The Archbishop of Cambrai, France, during the seventeenth century, Francois de Salignac de La Mothe Fenelon, was a spiritual advisor to a handful of members of the Court of Louis the Fourteenth. To these individuals, he wrote a letter containing the following statements regarding bearing our own crosses of hardship, as Jesus did for us:
"A cross which comes from God ought to be welcomed without any concern for self. And when you accept your cross this way, even though it is painful, you will find that you can bear it in peace. But when you receive your cross unwillingly, you will find it to be doubly severe. The resistance within is harder to bear than the cross itself! But if you recognize the hand of God, and make no opposition to His Will, you will have peace in the midst of affliction."
 As followers of Christ, we have to be willing to take the bumpy dirt road. The road may require extra travel time, and we may have to endure several bumps along the way. It will require endurance. It will require relying on God's strength. But the Destination! The Paradise waiting at the end is worth it!

Imagine you are a child taking a ten-hour road trip with your family to Disney World. Those ten hours... in the car... as a child... while anticipating arrival at "the happiest place on earth..." likely feel like the most grueling ten hours of your life. You are constantly questioning, "Are we there yet?" But when that fateful moment comes, and you arrive, the ten-hour car ride is pushed to the very back of your mind. Your focus shifts to the excitement of where you are and who you are going to see (Mickey Mouse)!

I imagine arrival in Heaven will be a similar, yet far more glorious, experience. Suddenly, the bumpy dirt road will not matter anymore. It will be completely forgotten. Instead, our focus will lie on Our Brilliant Creator with whom we finally have the chance to see face to face and spend eternity with! Where you are and Who you are going to see will take precedence over the journey it took to get there.

Until that day, we may be required to travel down a few bumpy dirt roads. We may be required to bear more than a few crosses. But do not resist those crosses. Carry them with dignity. Have perspective to know that you carry them with a Great Purpose.

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Gardens at Imbabazi in Rwanda


There are gardens at a former orphanage in Rwanda which sit on a foothill at the bottom of a volcano. The only way to get to this beautiful paradise is a long, windy, bumpy dirt road. Although the road is only a few miles long, driving down it is a long process due to its poor condition. But the gardens are an incredible sight, and the journey down the bumpy dirt road is suddenly forgotten when you take in your first breath while standing before the awe-inspiring landscape.


Thursday, September 12, 2013

Cambodia - July 20, 2013

[The following post is an excerpt from my journal as I traveled to Cambodia. The inconsistency in the entry title and datestamp is due to limited internet access while I was on the trip. These experiences were documented in real time, and I am posting photoblogs now that I have returned. In order to protect all those involved with the organization that rescues children from sex slavery and works to prevent others from being trafficked, I have intentionally omitted specific names and locations.]



Saturday, July 20, 2013 - Somewhere in Cambodia

"And Jesus said: 'Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Therefore, whoever takes the lowly position of this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven." Matthew 18:3-4

This afternoon was particularly special. After an educational morning of touring the town on a tuk-tuk (a moto towing a small cart) while learning about this country and soaking in all of the information and cultural experiences, I had settled into the mindset of an adult.

Sometimes I wish I could be a kid again. Sometimes I think I grew up too quickly. Having graduated college at just 19-years-old, I entered the adult life much sooner than most people do. While I don't regret having finished school so quickly, I do often fall into a slump of feeling older than I actually am. I catch myself taking the smallest details of life far too seriously from time to time.

That being said, this afternoon, we took the girls from the safe house to a water park. I was timid at first, as I usually am in new situations, but it didn't take long for one of the girls to convince me to go down one of the shorter water slides. [Come to think of it, I'm not sure how much of it was 'convincing' and how much was her pulling me toward the staircase.]

Once I had remembered how much fun water slides are, I decided on my own accord to go down one of the taller slides. I was wearing basketball shorts which practically provided zero friction on the slide, so I flew down at a speed which felt like 30 mph. Once the girls witnessed this, my decisions were no longer my own- they would be making my decisions for me. And they would decide that I was going to go down that slide over and over and over and over and over again.


It was an endless cycle- slide down, get met at the bottom by another girl, get pulled out of the water and back up the rickety rusted metal staircase, then slide down again. One daredevil girl even convinced me to go down backwards. Let's just say I'm thankful I had a swimsuit on underneath my shorts because somewhere between the takeoff and the landing, the shorts got lost in translation, and at the place where they settled, the waistband would have been more properly named a 'thighband.'

Despite the minor wardrobe malfunction, it was so much fun to let loose and be a kid again! For me, to be a child again is remembering the joyful memories of the past. It's remembering what it was like to have no worries in the world [well, at least not ones that actually mattered]. For these girls, it is opposite. Being a kid again means overcoming the past. It's forgetting about the worries and the scars of being trafficked. But despite the opposite paths we took to get there, today we met in the middle.

We were on the same level this afternoon, the same journey- the journey back to childhood.  We were learning to be carefree children again. I imagine that some of the girls were learning to be kids for the first time. Regardless, we were standing on common ground, swimming in the same direction, sliding down from the heights of adulthood and splashing freely into the joyful pool of childhood. It was a blast. It was refreshing. It was wonderful.


[The following are pictures from the tuk-tuk tour. For the girls' safety, I was not able to take any pictures at the water park.]



























coconut sticky rice AKA deliciousness
























brick kiln





child labor :-/


raw bricks (pre-firing)