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You Can’t.

Posted on 15, Feb

Before leaving on the World Race over a year ago, my sister questioned my desire to go in many ways.  The biggest question I remember hearing over and over again was, “how can you go, help these starving people, help the homeless, be with orphaned children for a few weeks and then leave them?”  It was a valid question, and most of the time I had no good answer…in fact, I don’t think I ever had an answer.

Today, I will answer it…You Can’t.

In reverse order, I will answer why that is…

Thailand – Walking down the streets of the Nana Entertainment District (overshadowed by the Marriott Hotel) I had no clue how real the sex-tourism was.  From the broken lives of the girls being treated as nobodies in this world to the hurting, lost men lurking the streets, there is not a day that I can walk and not think about the far reaching effects of Human Trafficking, and the need for people…US…to walk into horrible situations and bring Hope into them…Bringing Jesus and God’s Kingdom to them…everyday I think of them…everyday.

Cambodia – My stay was short in Cambodia, but in the few weeks there, I spent some time at the “Happy Tree Orphanage” where many kids diagnosed with HIV or AIDS were living.  I remember two of the girls, who decided that they needed to have me do a photo shoot of them, and in turn gave me a tour of the AIDS hospital.  As I walked through the halls and around the playground, it hit hard that these kids all have a very short life expectancy.  I wonder today how many are still alive, how many are sick, how many of them know what they are up against in life.  Also in Cambodia I can’t get out of my mind the faces of many victims of land mines, still active in the countryside.  Or the stories of survivors of the mass genocide that took place in the killing fields.  I saw the need for God’s healings, the need for Jesus to come into these places and truly turn around the future of the country.  I still see the need for all of US.

Vietnam – A country that I love so dearly, faces that I think about every day.  From the multitudes of orphans that have birth defects resulting from chemicals spread during the Vietnam-American War to the college students who are some of the most incredibly friendly people in the world, I can’t go a day without thinking of them all.  I remember many of the people who I encountered in Vietnam, and see how God is moving in that country…a country where the government would rather not have anything to do with Christianity, to which laws forbid much of the freedom that we have in America.  It’s a country that has prostitution and human trafficking that is growing quickly, they are in need of Jesus to use US to help direct the future of Vietnam as well as Christianity in the nation.  I remember them daily…and don’t forget any of it…ever.
Thailand (Northern) – The villages in northern Thailand captured a special part of me.  Maybe it was the growth of the church, the drug addicted villages transforming ever so quickly, the welcoming people, the smiles on everyone’s faces…there are thousands of reasons that I could speak of on why I loved northern Thailand.  There is a huge and intense need for Jesus to use US in northern Thailand as there are people in great danger and living in fear of the Burmese Army.  There are hundreds of thousands of people…humans…fleeing from Burma in fear of their lives.  It is a really catastrophic situation which needs Heaven to be lived out on Earth…through US…not a day goes by that I don’t think of them…not a day.
India – A country that was a struggle for me…in many ways…is in great need for Jesus to create a movement quickly.  A place where the government shuts down many Christian run organizations.  It is a country where overcrowded streets create for dangerous (and rather humorous and exciting) travel situations.  Many people in India come across as rather difficult and aggressive at times.  It was a difficult place for many reasons, but I know that Jesus is moving there.  The needs in India range from God breathed healings and miracules are needed for the orphaned children, the trafficked children, the lepers living in colonies, the hungry, the hurting, the lonely people living each day asking for distress…they need US…and I haven’t forgotten it one day.
South Africa – The orphaned children, the HIV & AIDS victims, the graphic living situations, the danger, the lack of value on human existence.  There’s no way that I can forget many situations I found myself in in Africa…held up at gunpoint, sitting in the dirt with orphans, seeing the white vs black struggle, the physical/emotional/spiritual hunger that rages through many in S. Africa…not a day goes by that I’m not reminded of the needs for Jesus in Africa…not a day goes by.
Swaziland – What more needs to be said about a country so engulfed in the AIDS / HIV epidemic that the average life expectancy is near or less than 30 years old.  The need for healing, food for the hungry, and education are in huge demand for this small country.  The ways that God used US in Swaziland will continue forever.  Not a day goes by that I don’t somehow think of the kids walking miles after miles for the one meal they will get in any given day.  Not a day.
Mozambique – What a time it was for US in this beautiful country.  The incredible healings that take place in Mozambique, the hunger for significance, the thousands of orphans, the grateful and welcoming people in Mozambique, the horrible roads…it’s all part of why I loved my time in Mozambique.  Again, not a day goes by that I don’t think of the people WE prayed for, the lives that were transformed and changed in this country of hurt and poverty.  Miss it daily…and never a day that I don’t think of it…
Bolivia – There’s no way I can forget this beautiful…beautiful…beautiful country.  From the incredible mountains to the lush green of the rainforest, it is gorgeous.  The landscape can’t fool you though, this is one of the poorest countries of South America, being landlocked severely limits it’s export capabilities, causing industry to overlook the country.  The constant turnover in their Government causes turmoil daily in much of the country…yet Jesus is lived out in this country.  I miss the time in the rainforest working on the orphanage…while I may not have met any of the children that are now living in the orphanage that we helped to complete, they are constantly on my mind.  Never a day goes by that I don’t think of the nights I spent with Rusty and some of the girls of our squad talking (attempting to talk) to Remberto, an amazing missionary to his country, who left everything behind to build orphanages around Bolivia with his family.  He is an amazing man…I miss him daily.
Peru – From the vast desert-like area of Chincha to the lush Amazon Jungle, I miss it all daily.  I miss so many of the people at the Iglesia Berrea in Iquitos, or Templo La Mies in Nauta…I can’t get the images and lives they are living out of my mind.  I can’t forget that Pastor Nester is living in Los Jardines, Chincha…and the earthquake torn area surrounding him.  Not a day goes by that I don’t think of those days…not one day.

Through all of this, I come back to my sister’s question…”how can you go, stay there for a little while and leave?” and my answer is … you can’t.

Not a day goes by that I don’t wake up wondering what I’m doing of significance.  Not a day goes by that I don’t think of these countries and the multitude of things that I could be doing to help any one of them.  Not a day goes by that I don’t wonder how many people I encountered are still among us.  Not a day goes by that I don’t think of the lives that could be turned to God…through you or me.

Yet things hold us back….that’s for another blog though…for now, oh sister of mine…my answer still remains empty…while I did see so many people, and sit in awe of so many things across the world, I still must say, I don’t know how…other than it changes your life in more ways than I can count…and (not to brag, but…) I can count pretty high.
“You Can” … the more up-beat blog coming soon!!!
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Oh How I’ll Miss You India

Posted on 25, Aug

The deathbug 2008 caught up with me yet again this year…I have no clue what it was this time, but it was bad.  In comparison, I had Lyme’s Disease a year ago, and I actually think I’d rather of had that experience again than this one (other than Lyme’s had me down for 2+ weeks, this I took antibiotics and was done with in 2-3 days). I’m glad to say though that I am feeling better now, not 100% yet but soon I will be!

I have come this month to discover that building upkeep is not a high priority in India.  We have been working at an orphanage, some of us working on upkeep, some working with the children when they get home from school.  I’ve been helping out with more of the upkeep of the building as there were some pretty sketchy safety issues that I saw I could potentially help fix.  I mentioned in a different blog some of the “accomplishments” I had, but this time I decided to include some pictures to give you a slightly better picture of what we’ve been doing!
Wiring when we got to the orphanage…all metal you see was indeed full of 230 volts of electricity, fully exposed
What the inside of the box looks like
The wires that connect the light are fully exposed, above the light, the hot wire had electrified the whole metal roof
The fan wires hanging down (red and yellow) one of the kids would twist together with the light wires above to make the fan work…
I replaced 4 switches and got rid of the nasty contraption, along with replacing some wires to make the fans work and the lights work properly…safety in this room fixed.
Near the orphanage
where we shop…it’s kind of like playing where’s waldo to find the store you want…or iSpy…hmmmmm.

This month has been a rough month for me…India this time of year is hot, dusty, and LOUD (I wish I could honestly have yelled that into your ear for emphisis).  The roads are bumpy, traffic is a nightmare, and no plan ever goes as planned.  For instance, we got a call last night saying that our driver went on vacation so he probably wouldn’t come to pick us up today…just like that our plans for today fell through…but wait, this morning they called and said he’d be by in 20 minutes to pick us up…so let me get this right, plan A didn’t work so we went to plan B which oddly enough turned out not necessary as we could do plan A afterall just a little later than usual…did that make sense? If it kinda did kinda didn’t, it would explain the month in India, it all kinda makes sense but kinda doesn’t at the same time.

I came out of Africa struggling with a lot of things, getting worn out from this marathon of a “race” I’m in, but knowing that it’s now that I need to put the most into it, I’m just not sure what’s left to give (keeping in mind that I’m still on antibiotics and not physically feeling that swell).  It’s actually quite exciting, living every day wondering where your strength is going to come from…then realizing it’s all coming through grace from God…

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Marathon

Posted on 21, Aug

A Marathon of Sorts…

This month in India, I have been working on an orphanage, using some electrical skills I’ve acquired over the years (thanks, dad!). While I’d like to say that I’m an electrical expert and can figure anything out, I’d be a liar if I said that…instead yesterday I got zapped with 230v of electricity as I attempted to get a simple ceiling fan working. While I’d also like to say that I’m doing this in a safe way, the truth is that I was standing on top of a chair that was on top of a table that was wobbly. The day started out with 1 light and 2 fans working properly in their main gathering area…it ended with 3 lights and 4 fans…I conclude that it was a good day!

Of course nothing is exactly easy in 93 degree heat.

I like the fact that I’m once again using some of my talents in the world. Some days I’ve had to question my purpose on the World Race as many ministries stretch and challenge me. Working with electricity has always been a passion of mine, one of my favorite jobs while working for my dad. At this orphanage I realized the need to help when I saw that they have to turn the fans on with a pen to avoid getting shocked, or when it rains the metal roof gets electrified. Seeing the rats nest of wires going every which way prooves the need for someone like me at this place…and the fact that there is little way of knowing how to turn off the electric to work on this stuff only makes me happier.

I have to say, however, that I’m feeling like a marathon runner at the moment. Everything…EVERYTHING is getting to me. Delhi is a tough place to be at this point in the race because it’s a noise pollution definition. A simple walk to the corner store to get something to drink involves getting honked at from 3 motorcycles, 2 cars, and 3 rickshaw bikes must ring their annoying little bells all right in my ear…in case I didn’t know they were there. While my ears continue ringing, I step over cow poo, walk around a cow, and smell some really nasty scents. I am over it. I think it’s funny, still. I must admit that after yelling at the drivers to shut up and stop honking at me, I laugh. What if I brought this culture to the States? What if I decided that the lines in the road were optional? What if I took 1 million cows and released them in New York City, declaring that you couldn’t so much as touch them? What if I honked at everyone just to let them know I’m around them…every car, bike, pedestrian, cow? What if I busted up the road to make them so pothole covered that you needed a 4×4 to go anywhere? What if I took away all the Wal-Marts and malls and replaced them with mini stores that you could get 3-4 things on your shopping list at any store and had to go to 4 stores to get all the things you wanted for dinner? What if?

I’d leave…that’s what.

I laugh at it, it’s the 3rd world I’m living in right now. The place where I get on the back of a bike and have some guy pedal me around for 30 minutes for 30 Rupees (about 75 US cents). At the end of the ride your insides are jolted around so much that you are looking for a bathroom every time you stop…it’s to the point where every bump I hit, every horn that’s honked, every person who begs, I’m ready to go off on. It’s not the right attitude at all, I know. Jesus, I need an adjustment (but not to harsh, please!)…I need an attitude adjustment…I need an outlook adjustment…I need a patience adjustment.

I must keep going though. The race has turned into a marathon. A race is exhilarating, quick, and the end is in sight…but right now I feel like I’m in the Boston Marathon with wet soggy shoes…and because of the fact I have to hand wash my clothes, the soggy socks are from days ago! It’s hard. I could be sitting in a chair (no chairs here) at home in air conditioning (none of that here) with freedom to do what I want (yep, lost that too)…but still, I choose to be here. I want it. I love it. While nothing much makes sense in the 3rd world mentality, there’s something about it that’s comforting. When I figure that out, I’ll be sure to let you know!

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PS…I still need about $600 support to finish the race, THANK YOU to all of you who support me through prayers or finances, especially now, as the race draws on and times get tougher!

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the tree is up, the fire is lit and the countdown is on!
get ready for the best christmas ever!

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Delhi, with Photos!

Posted on 11, Aug
I buy popcorn from this guy…he cooks it fresh for me!
These guys have been working on a house next to where we are staying
Just an average day in the Delhi transporaion grid.
Planes land overhead every 15 minutes or so…this is from the roof of our house.
Delhi, an amazing place…where no matter what, you can find 5 forms of transportation to get from point A to point B…and none of them would pass as transportation in the States!
Our squad is working on a wide variety of things this month…
1. Painting at an orphanage (painting a mural)
2. Rewiring some electric disasters (when the electric fans are on the roof has 230V of electricity in it!)
3. Working in a Leper colony
4. Working with a Burma refugee camp
5. Working with a college ministry
Yes, we do our best to keep busy…transportation nightmares are constantly making me laugh, and keeping me on my toes…oh yeah, and I am now moved into our squad’s logistic planning guru…yikes!
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Getting Around Delhi

Posted on 7, Aug
My friend Andrea posted this about our latest World Race near death experience…
So, apparently, driving is very different in Delhi, India than in the rest of the world of road rules. Allow me to share with you…
We have been in Delhi for almost two weeks now, and the sights and sounds and heart-stopping close encounters still amaze me every time I get into a rickshaw or any other moving device.
We have been counting the modes of transport on the Delhi roads, and I believe we are up to 11: automobile, bicycle, rickshaw, motorcycle, auto-rickshaw (moto), foot, push cart, horse, horse-drawn carriage, cow and tractor. (mind you, the automobile category includes everything from the miniature Smart car to the incredibly eco-friendly buses that take your breath away).
Our main area of expertise thus far is with the rickshaw. They are not exactly time or sweat savers, but are always an exciting experience. You never know if this particular rickshaw ride could be your last.
Don’t be fooled though, the rickshaw is not the only mode of transportation in which you feel you are going to lose your life.
Just last night, myself and Mark decided to be good squadmates and take our dear friend Caroline to the airport via taxi (she will be returning shortly, her brother is tying the knot this weekend). And on the way home from the airport, I literally don’t have words to describe to you the antics our taxi driver engaged us in.
I will just give you a few of the highlights, (and lucky for you, you know we made it out alive as I am writing this email relatively unharmed).
It began when our driver realized that half of the Delhi streets were flooded due to the mere two hours of rain we had just had. At the knowledge of this flooding, Mr. Driver Man decided he wanted to get creative. Or maybe put on his Jason Bourne hat for the night. Or maybe he was a getaway car driver at one point in life. We’re not really sure what his inspiration was, but whatever it was, it was intense.
We drove up to 120 kph at many points in the ride, weaving in and out of rush hour traffic on 4 lane highways (which means in Delhi that you can really squeeze in 6 lanes). We drove through numerous puddles, let me correct myself, obese pools, of water in our little four door sedan. We got diverted at one point, and decided the best route would be to drive the WRONG WAY on the extremely overcrowded 4 lane turned 6 lane highway for about 15 mintues. We stalled out in the middle of traffic twice because of our puddle antics. We were in a few very suspicious parts of town at different points. And we about took out roughly 36 different people, cars, motorbikes, and the like during our road rage.
It was pure bliss. Sign me up with Mr. Drive Man every day, please! (I am being incredibly sarcastic here). I think I had a pure white face and the look of death on several occassions when Mark glanced back to see if I was still breathing.
Nonetheless, we are still alive, still riding rickshaws, still dodging cows, still living the Delhi life. And still depending on the One True God among this land of hundreds to keep us alive and well.
More to come later on the life, antics, and near-death experiences of this World Racer.
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I Want Myself Back…  ( I wrote this last Saturday, I’m just now able to post it…I love overseas internet!)

Landing in India was a landmark for The World Race for me.  It was the end of Africa, and the beginning of Asia, our last continent for the year.  While it was great to realize that in less than 4 months I will be back in the US, it’s sad that this life will end once again as I know it.

Today, this exact moment, I’m spent.  We had a great location for our last debreif thanks to many who helped us secure a place with air conditioning and beds.  To all of you who helped make that happen: THANK YOU.  It was truely appreciated and needed.  Thanks also to Michael and Kathy, our coaches, as well as Jake who came to be with us and help work some life back into us…all of you are loved and appreciated more than we could show.

Back to being spent…odd as it is, yesterday afternoon we came back to the house we plan to spend then next several weeks at…Delhi right now is extremely hot, and humid…and our house has fans, no air conditioning, it has beds with materesses that are like sleeping on a car tire.  One thing I have never dealt real well with is heat, so that alone is stretching me, but wait, there’s more.  For 4 years I lived alone in North Carolina, now I live in a house with 25 other people.  That’s another change, but that’s not all.  In Delhi, we can’t wander off on our own…not even to go to the corner store to get a snack, and if that’s not enough, the girls need 2 people to go with them because a guy and a girl can’t culturally go out alone together unless they are married.  OK, so I went from keeping my house air conditioner set at 68 degrees all summer to it being 95 degrees here, from complete independence to needing to escort people to the corner store…let alone being escorted there.  Oh, and this morning?  Yeah, we woke up this morning to the power going out and being out of running water for several hours.  Just something else I have to get used to.

I’ve lost the freedom to do so many of these things.  The freedom to be cool, the freedom to go wherever I want, the freedom to sleep in a comfortable bed, the freedom to eat yummy food, the freedom to microwave popcorn and TV, the freedom to being alone, the freedom to wander around, the freedom to sanity, the freedom to whatever else I used to feel free to do…it’s all gone…for the sake of the cross.

I have to look at the cross at times like this.  I get too selfish.  “Look at ME!  What about ME?  I’m suffering!  I want to go home!  I want my old life back!!!”  But then I look at the life of Jesus.  Talk about sacrificing things for others.  I’m sure that He sweat…I’m sure that He slept on the ground…I’m sure that He didn’t watch TV with microwave popcorn…all these things I think I’ve given up start to seem less significant…I didn’t get nailed to the cross, left to die alone.

But still, I admit, I’m selfish.  I want to be in a nice, cool house…I want to get in my car and drive to wherever I want to go…I want to eat Outback steak and have free refills on a Coke (or Dr. Pepper)…I want to nuke some microwave popcorn and sit with friends…I want to sleep tonight on my super comfortable bed…right now, today, I want all those things…does that make me a bad person?

Well, The World Race is NO vacation…but I do admit that I wouldn’t trade it for the world!  I know it sounds weird, but I actually enjoy it all.  While I may suffer with some inconvient things every now and again, ultimately I’m living in the moment.  I’m in India (reality check #1) living with great friends (reality check #2) experiencing God’s Kingdom firsthand (reality check #3) learning what it means to really press into lasting friendships (reality check #4) growing in God’s hand (reality check #5) finding out what’s real in life (reality check #6) helping the unhelped (reality check #7) etc etc etc (reality check #etc etc etc)

So yeah, I want myself back…I want my freedoms back.  But I don’t get it.  Still after all this time, I simply don’t get it, do I?  I’m experiencing real life, and I want my old life back?  I want that life of mundane-ness?  Seriously?  What am I thinking?  I think the heat of India is getting to me…

Yes, it is…I wouldn’t trade this in for anything.

Thank you to all who’ve made this happen for me…seriously, THANK YOU!  I’m down to $1,000 left in support to raise to finish the year, if you’d like to help with that click SUPPORT ME! On the upper left hand side.  It’s been a long journey so far, and soon enough I’ll be back to USA soil, probably wondering what’s next, and soon wondering, why am I not on The World Race?  Wow, I have a lot to figure out!

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Understanding

Posted on 30, Jul

Understanding..

We all go through things that we don’t understand or like. A little over a week ago, one of those things happened when our squad got robbed at gunpoint by anywhere from 3-6 armed gunmen. While there are tons of questions about the entire situation, one thing is for sure…they took my stuff. I guess that you could say that in some ways they took what I like to think of as a part of me. Ask my squad-mates…firmly attached to me was nearly always my camera, waiting for the next shot that I wanted to get so dearly. I loved the camera that I had, a Nikon D-50, a camera I bought quite awhile ago as an ambitious attempt to take pictures that would be better than most. Somewhat of a competition I suppose you’d say. I have been told that I need to pursue that interest more as this year has gone on, but last Tuesday that part of me was stolen.

Of course, what digital camera is of any use without a Macbook to go along with it? My computer was my next attachment…always attempting to find some kind of wireless internet connection to post pictures online, yet again, it was stripped from me. It was a part of me, a thing that connected me to the “outside world” whether to family or friends, supporters or blog followers. My Macbook was a part of me, it had character…it had a sticker on the cover, and duct tape holding the front together (thanks to Chincha, month 1 and the outragous sand). It worked just fine though, and I liked it. Not only was it for me, but many others on my team used it on countless occations, be it for blogs or “borrowing” my photos for their blogs. Now, someone else has my computer, probably wondering why they went through the trouble of taking a computer that requires a 4″ piece of duct tape so that the insides don’t come out.

Both of those can be replaced…with money…but the worst is yet to come. I lost both of my external hard drives. Yep, those can be replaced too, I know…but seriously, I can’t replace the photos that were stored on them. On www.markstratmann.com I have all of the pictures stored, but they are compressed images, with lower resolution. Smart as I try to be, I have many backed up on CD at my parent’s house, and others backed up online, but my originals of my month in Swaziland are lost forever. No longer can I enlarge any of my Swazi pictures for decoration on walls of my house or give them to schools (if any of you teachers want any of my photo files to enlarge for walls at school let me know!). And yet again, it’s still stuff that I no longer have.

A large quantity of other stuff, and my backpack were all taken from me that day that replays itself in my mind time and time again. This week is a time of reconsilation for many of us, attempting to deal our way through the events. Talking through the event in great detail, from colors we saw to smells we remember. Its been amazing to talk about it in detail as we all remember different parts from that night. We have to wonder though, why did it happen?

Well, I do believe that the Devil has something to do with it. He’s mad at the fact that we do lots of great things for the Kingdom of God. I see how The World Race this year has effected not only me, not only the people I minister to daily, but also to you, the people who follow my blogs so wonderfully. Any blog I posted lately that didn’t include pictures would fairly quickly be followed with an e-mail from someone wishing I had included some photos…which I had to sadly appoligize for and promise that the next one would have extras! The Devil sadly tried to strip away my joy in that area…he’s a jerk.

But with everything, if there’s a will there’s a way…and with a few calls back to my relative Craig, and I was quickly taking advice on replacing my camera. A quick decision and help from my parents, my new shiny camera was in route to India to meet up with me. While currently I’m still struggling with some operating ways of an Olympus camera unstead of my Nikon, I’ll be back on track with taking pictures for you all very soon. Devil: you didn’t get me there…though it was funny, I saw a guy today with a camera similar to the Nikon that I had and I was staring at it thinking, hey, that’s like my old camera…and Gretchen (my squad-mate) caught me and told me to quit drooling!

While I have my camera replaced, I still have one small problem. I am no longer able to update my website as the computer my sister so happily offered to let me use is not an Apple…so I have no clue what I’m going to do with all my pictures from now till the end of the year. It was a Mac only program that I used…but without a Mac to use for it I’m still trying to work out a solution for this problem. I don’t have the money to buy a new one, but also don’t want to stop posting pictures for all of you…I’m taking suggestions on what to do about it all…if you have any means of helping me, please let me know!

While financially I lost thousands of dollars worth “stuff” (Bible and journals, my backpack, and electronics) I must thank God for sparing all of us from injury.

To those who stole our stuff: May God bless you. May you go through my bag and read my Bible. May you read my personal journal of the year…the notes and memories that you took with you…and read them, see the stories of the lives transformed through Christ…see the difference of my transformed life over the past 7 months. I forgive you…

With time all things will work out. I was an experience that rocked our world, yet didn’t shake us off course. We saw God’s grace and power by replacing passports and India visas in 2 days, not interupting our journey at all.. Generousity has poured out from many, and it is not unnoticed. Many of us lost stuff, but we still have God.

Thank you for your support efforts. I have a mere $1,000 left to go in support for the year, and I’m extremely pleased with that! Thank you to those who have helped that out in the past few week!

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India!

Posted on 28, Jul
Just a quick note that we indeed have landed in Delhi, India after a long couple days of flying.  Another quick tour of Abu Dhabi and we are now in the heat of India.
More posts to come…for some reason my e-mail doesn’t load here at the nearest internet cafe so I will have to find some other place to try, but I wanted to let you all know we made it here safely!
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