World Faith Tour

2011-11-28T07:21:00.000-08:00

Hello friends and family in Christ once again!

It has been a great pleasure for the nine of us to have had the opportunity to be in Rwanda, Africa. We enjoyed the Lord’s work that He used us all in to make a difference, even if it small, in the people’s lives here around us. Now it will be up to us as individuals to take action and obey the Lord’s calling for us even now at home ( Saskatchewan, Canada.)

Thank you all very much for your support and prayers, we couldn’t have done it without your love and support!

Your’s kindly,

The PIONEERS!

2011-11-28T07:00:00.000-08:00

Hello once again! This past Sunday(27th) was the mark of the first day of our last week here in Rwanda, Africa! It's exciting to see so much progress that the Lord has allowed us to be a part of. Nonetheless it will be different and interesting to see how things are when we arrive back home, hopefully on the 4th of December(God willing if the flights all work out properly. Unless the Lord has other plans, hah!) We've already experienced a great start to our last week. Sunday was a day that we believe we won't forget. God used us to touch families in power was, by God's strength through us(Philippians 4:13, "I can do ALL things through Christ who strengthens me!") It is true in our lives that we can do all things with God's power through us. We had the opportunity to talk about the Good News and the free gift of salvation with groups of people in a near by village just outside Kayonsa. It is a blessing from God that we were welcomed so kindly into these peoples homes! With talking, praying and getting to know the families we were able to build relationships and to see excitement grow about our Lord! We were also able to lead approx. 38 people to Christ this day!!!! Halleluiah!!! Amen and all praise and glory belongs to God our Rock! We believe there was a big celebration in Heaven that day! It has been a great three weeks here and we are excited to be used in the next week of hospital, camp, and village ministry! Thank you so much for all the support and prayer! God bless our friends and family!!! We are brothers and sisters in Christ! On Saturday we were once again able to meet up with Eddie and Bonita Mwanavanessa for a lunch at their place, along with many good conversations and cookies!! We had an interesting experience that morning. It was Rwanda's monthly community service day. And no one has stores open or drives anywhere from 8:00am - 11:00am. Everyone gets together and cleans up the city. We were driving through Kigali to Eddie's place and got stopped by the police(it was already after eight), after 40 minutes of trying to understand why we were being stopped we thought we got a pass through, so we could continue to our destination only 3km away. Little did we know we were going to meet up with Eddie(he was doing work), and we were being forced to do community service! It was a good laugh for us! So that being, there's a short update from your brothers and sisters in Christ, the Pioneers! God bless!

A Pioneers Journey!

2011-11-21T04:07:00.000-08:00

Kiersti with the kids at the hospital.

First week of camp!

Children at play around the guest house.

Our time spent in London, Paddington.

Pioneers

2011-11-21T03:34:00.000-08:00

Hello once again!

So it has been a wonderful time out here, the team has been growing together and enjoying the Lord's opportunities that has presented itself!

The past two weeks of camp have ended rather well. Better and Anna have done a lovely job of runnning the camp smoothly. The beginning of the sencond week was a tad rocky, but finished rather well. We have completed another two villages in village ministry. The poverty compared to Gahini was even more than what people were used to by now. More little kids with malnutrition signs, no shoes, dirty ripped up shirs, and most little ones without any pants at all. But it was a joy to see these children and be able to pour out God's love to them.

We now have started to go to the Gahini hospital in the mornings. Yesterday was out first day there. There were two children in particular that broke out hearts. Mogy and Maria. Mogy cannot walk on his own, he is an orphan and lives by himself in the hospital guest house. Maria has epilepse and fell into a fire. About three moths ago when she came in she was so badly burnt she was numb to the pain. But the doctor says she was singing and praising God the whole time. Even now she goes around prayer for the others in the hospital for them to be healed. Her head, legs, and arms have been burnt, and her fingers have been amputated, but the JOY and LOVE from the Lord lives and shines bright through her!

That's all for now.

Thanks for the prayers, God bless!

Mogy and his friend.

Maria.

Village Ministry - Pioneers.

2011-11-17T02:33:00.000-08:00

The Pioneers!

2011-11-15T04:31:00.000-08:00

Update from the Pioneers!

2011-11-15T03:52:00.000-08:00

Hello Brothers and Sisters, The team has had a wonderful, exciting, and enjoyable time here in Rwanda thus far. We made it safely and smoothly to Kigali on Sunday evening. We drove out to our home in Gahini, and settled ourselves in finally, rest! Monday and Tuesday were our 'planning'/meeting/refreshing days to prepare ourselves for the next month, and four weeks of camp. We started out first week of camp on Wednesday, 9th. It was definitely a joy to see so many children's faces light up with smiles and laughter! Sadly though, it is hard to see how many line up in anticipation of getting in, only to be told that there is no longer any room for more kids to register. The camp can now hold up to 150 kids per week, which is AWESOME! We've played games, sang LOTS of songs, swam in the water, taught them some of the Good News, and enjoyed a last day of camp Slip'n'Slide! Our goal this year for the camp is to bring more responsibility to the Rwandan leaders and for us to step back and get ourselves going with Village Ministry. Our first week was a wonderful success, we only had seven people help out, the other seven headed to Gahini village for Village Ministry. The reach out to the village was also a HUGE success, most days there were around 75-95 kids, and our last day we had over 100; which is basically like having a second camp for the kids coming from the same area. How rad! This second week we have already started to step back a lot. We have two people staying with the camp this week, not taking too much of a leadership role, but more so assistance. Ten - Twelve people will be going to another village around 4km away for this week. Hoping to bring a similar camp feel to it as the first week. Playing games, speaking, singing, doing skits, and basically just investing our time and energy into the children's lives around us that need to see God's love! (I mean we all need to see God's love, but hopefully these kids can see that through our actions and attitudes while spending our time with them!) Dylan and Erica have taken some time this morning to watch how camp was going for the first day of the second week. Trying to get some things together that might help Betty, who is the Rwandan leader of the camp, understand and take more control of how camp should look like. How to run it, to organize it, and make it functional. These past two days, Sunday and Monday, where days off for the team. We had a rather relaxing Sunday. We got to to a Sunday service in the church in Gahini, which was really fun, and we also got to stay and experience a good Rwandan styled church service! We were probably there for four hours minimum. The rest of the day people took as relax time, and recuperating time. Monday was an early day. Started it off with group devotions and singing as per usual, it was Erica's birthday so we sang Happy Birthday, then we jumped into a bus and headed to Kigali bright and early. Spent the morning at the memorial learning more about the genocide. Then headed to the Burban for some lunch, and then for some football! Eddie + Bonita Mwanavenassa are missionaries here connected with the NGM Church, and have a soccer ministry here. We played a hard played game against their U18 team, and went over to Eddie's place for pizza and stories afterwards. He told us about his life story and the effects of the genocide and we were able to ask questions, he's a fabulous story teller! Mainly that is our life in Rwanda so far, Thank you much for your support and prayer! God bless, The Pioneers!

2011-08-06T20:36:00.001-07:00

Camp Gahini 2011, Limitless is sending a team of pioneeers to assist Camp Gahini in its 4th year. This year I, Dylan have the opportunity of leading the team. I was part of the 2nd years team and am taking the leadership roll as kenton, dan, and jordan will not be returning this year. The camp has become quite independent, and this year we will be taking more of a supervising position. Our ministry will also be targeting the near by villages. We ask for your support financially, but more importantly through prayer! For more info come to one of our banquets in september! Thanks!

The Reason I come Back every Year

2010-11-18T05:14:00.000-08:00

As the sound of children filled the bank of the lake it reminded me yet again of why I come to Rwanda year after year. Standing on the top of the hill I looked down over the sea of 180 students all wearing their fancy new red shirts. Approaching camp gahini all of these kids come from different homes with different problems and differents levels of poverty. But as they step through the gate and are handed their t-shirt we all seem to find each other on the same level. Now there is no rich or poor, white or black. We are all red now and we are all together now. Even as I write this I hear 35 kids all in unisen reciting a bible verse in English wtih Kerri leading them in it. This is part of their drama class which her and Chris are leading along with some Rwandan leaders.

Coming to Camp Gahini this year has been a whole experience. Last night I was telling Jordan that I am little scared of letting go of camp so quickly “ its like giving up our baby” I said to Jordan and today this first day of camp has let me see that our “baby” is in good hands. With over 30 willing Rwandan leaders it is very apparent that Camp Gahini is something that will be lead well and will carry on without any lame attempt that we can offer it. So its good to be back. We are already no longer the leaders of this camp but simply the helpers.

We covet your prayers as we hand over our baby to these great people and as we as a team find our place of ministry in this beautiful land. We will seeking to do ministry in some other areas while we are here. Including village kids clubs, street kid ministry, and showing the Jesus video. Well the lake is calm and the sun is hot so I better get going, thanks to all those watching, praying and cheering us on as we serve our Lord on this red soil! -Dan

As the crowd gathers

2009-12-01T09:43:00.000-08:00

Last night I saw something I have only heard stories about. We walked up the hill to the village of Gahini, spread a white sheet accross the side of the brick church, set up an extension cord and plugged in a computer, some speakers and a projector. Then we showed them the Jesus film in the local language Kinyarwanda. As the sun went down we had a solid crowd of about 40 people as the night got darker and movie got brighter the crowd got bigger...and bigger. At the end of the movie I stood up the share the gospel with people and squinted in the dark to see about 500 people all gathered around standing to watch the film of the greatest story in all history. It was a first time experience surly to change my life. We finished our third camp now with absolute and total success. It has been overwhelming to see the providence of God on our camp as we walk forward. As we have shared memories with these kids we know and we trust there is so much more going on in the realm of eternity in the lives of so many. -Dan

The Success of Camp 09

2009-11-25T04:39:00.000-08:00

1^st and 2^nd Weeks of Camp Gahini 09 just went down in History. The simple fact is that camp so far has been a huge success. God brought us here to start something that has become very special. The returning kids from last year have jumped into the program with both feet, ready to do camp all over again, while the first timers are coming in timidly and transitioning into loud competitive team mates that have made life changing decisions.

When you step on the red soil of Africa you are bound to leave a changed person. Even more so when you are prepared early to start Camp Registration, and you open the big green gate and see anywhere between 300 and 400 kids ready and wanting to come in, it begins to feel like a camp for 120 kids seems so small. At that point it doesn't matter what kind of system you use to choose kids; it isn't a great one. You see a lot of kids turn around and walk 30 mins home in hope of making it next year. I can only imagine that the walk home feels a lot longer for many of them. It would be so great to see camps begin all over this area.

For the Kids who do come in it seems as it there is something special in the air. Even mentioning games, going swimming, or keeping their T-shirts has the kids cheering. But before we get to any part of our program the kids burn some of their endless energy the best way they know how; singing, jumping and dancing for Jesus. I often wonder if one of us didn't mention we are late for our first activity how many days straight they could jump and dance and sing. 'Would they skip lunch?' I don't know. (A toss up I imagine)

Our Canadian team + two Floridians have also created an awesome standard for what a team should look like. We are all switching roles to give everyone a chance to be a team leader. Each person has brought something valuable to the table and has demonstrated good leadership for our local leaders in training. I even see smiles on our faces when the sharp painful smell of BO burns through the sinuses during group hugs and dance circles. (don't worry team soon your sense of smell becomes totally destroyed and then it won't be bad at all)

This Camp has been all about huge upsets... We have had several games that the underdogs come through and win it all. In Team games and in Dodge Ball for example Robbie's green team had 5 kids left towards the end against one girl from Steph's Orange team, who pulled through for a huge win. As the camp 'games guy' I have seen the points go all over the place in the last two weeks, but I expect week 3 to be very stable, I expect a very consistent winner. (We'll keep you posted)

*Team Leaders for Week 3 are: Jordan, Daniel, Clinton and Kenno*

Kenno

Head over heels

2009-11-10T07:08:00.001-08:00

Africa really has been incredible so far. Our team is gelling, and is already making fun of each other. I almost cried when Stephanie made fun of my back hair tonight…o’k not really cause I knew its just cause she loves me. Everybody tries to make fun of me a lot and apparently my good buddy Nigel gave them all instructions to annoy me as much as possible. I don’t mind though cause everyone who knows me tells me that I feel loved when people make fun of me. (I’m still not too sure if this is the truth or not yet). Today as we made our daily trek down the hill we had an entire fan club of kids follow us; each one trying to hold the hand of one of the “Mzungu’s”. Zach and the team strode majestically hand in hand with the beautiful children. It didn’t take long and I began to hear them starting to sing, “I luv you Jesus dee dow in my hart…” We soon had a whole choir of singing and dancing as we trucked down the hill to find our taxi bus to the city. I was a bit afraid that Carla would try to fit one of the kids in her bag to bring with her but we eventually tore ourselves away from the children to find a bus to the city where we found a whole new adventure. Standing in the bus area it only took minutes for a crowd to gather around to watch the “show” Andrew started singing the Brad Paisley song “when you’re a celebrity” and most of the team joined in. We eventually found a bus to take us on our adventure to Kigali the capital city. It was there that my eyes were opened; I had one those feelings come over me today that only come once every few years and for some people only once ever. Its that warm weird feeling inside that anyone gets when they begin to realize that this could be much more significant than they realize. I don’t know yet if its just being far from home and here in Africa but my eyes have been opened to understand more of where my hearts really at. The climax of my feelings were met earlier today when I walked into the jewellery store to see my prize first hand. Holding it in my hand for the first time sent chills down my spine and I just quivered at the thought of slipping it on. Today I can now proudly say that I am the owner of a calculator watch. That’s right, an authentic 100% plastic calculator watch straight out of the 80’s. I still can’t even sleep for the excitement and head over heels love that is in my heart for my brand new calculator watch here in Rwanda Africa! - Daniel

welcomed with open arms...kinda

2009-11-09T06:35:00.000-08:00

After 2 very long days of travel our team finally landed down onto the red soil of Rwanda. We stepped out of the airport and sure enough our Rwandan friend from Canada Eddie was there to greet us. It was so nice to see a familiar face, but we had pretty high anticipation only to find that nobody was there to pick us up from Gahini. After finding public transport out to Gahini we found that there too we were on our own. In fact we have still yet to meet a leader or even an English speaker after 2 full days of being here. We’re starting to get a little bit nervous about this but nonetheless we have no loss of excitement, anticipation and confidence in being here. The team is all very excited to be experiencing the life changing soil of Africa with all its sounds, smells, landscape and mostly the smiles. We covet your prayers now as we prepare for our first camp this week and all of the uncertainties that face us at this time. We know God has brought us here but our hearts cannot help but feel the anxiety of all the unknown factors in play. Thanks to all you troopers who keep us in your prayers. Without the good Lord we are wasting our time and we are surly to fail. Praise Him for He’s worth the pursuit. Even all the way in Africa where we have no English translator, It makes it a lot more interesting this way especially for all our newbies!

The team from Left to right back row. Clint , Andrew, Zac, Dylan, Brett, Robbie

Front row left to right : Daniel, Kalena, Jordan, Gwen, Kenton, Carla, Stephanie.

Be blessed, From Team Rwanda and Limitless Ministries

Thanks

2009-01-12T19:49:00.000-08:00

Thank you so much to all who have played an important role in Camp Gahini 2008. Team...you were amazing and we are all hoping to be back next year. To our donars....wow the support we recieved was amazing. We still have money left over from the camp that we can turn around and use for promo material as well as for Camp Gahini 2009. We dont have our website as of yet but if anybody knows someone who designs websites. we are in need of one, so until then send us your thoughts on our blog and we will do our best to keep everyone updated about what is going on with Camp Gahini and future Limitless ministries. Also if you are interested in having us do a presentation in your school or church please contact us and we would be more than happy to make this happen. Dan

Keeping It Real

2008-12-05T23:11:00.000-08:00

Camp Gahini was all in all an incredible experience. For a dream like this to come together so quickly and so well, is truly amazing. God was working powerfully through this camp. This camp is unique in the effect it has on people, despite challenges and barriers, such as language, kids were affected and changed in awesome ways. It is humbling to see the ways God can use us despite our inabilities. I never knew what to expect from this experience, I never knew what Africa was like or even how this camp would affect kids better than any other method we could use to help the African people. So I stepped into this adventure trusting that God would take this camp and use it, and he did. My perception of Africa before I came was the pictures most people in North America know, a world vision commercial is all they every see, so they assume that is what Africa is. But this adventure opened my eyes. I realized that it is awesome to give money or support in any way you can; however African kids need more than money. They need opportunity. And that’s what this camp gives. It gives kids opportunity to just have fun, to learn and to feel loved. For us to show kids love and tell them we do what we do because God loves them is a profound concept for them. That is why to me it is important for us to be here. Money is great, but love is a necessity. That’s what we are here to give. It was extremely fun to watch as the kids had fun and learned that they can worship God in whatever they do. I feel that I have learned so much from the kids and from the whole culture in my short time here. I am excited to see where the camp will go in the future. All of us involved have ideas and dreams of what is possible, but none of our dreams can match up to God’s plans. That is why I believe this camp will be powerful for years to come. Caleb Davis

Speechless

2008-11-19T02:12:00.000-08:00

I am speechless daily over the kids that surround us. Yesterday I stood under the shade of a tree and preached about love to a crowd of Blue as they sat on the grass and listened. At one point I wanted to hide behind my translator Georges just to hid the fighting tears as I talked about my love for money. Most of these kids have no understanding about the god of money for they have probably never owned any of their own. I asked them to pray for me and to pray for my country for I dont think I will ever understand simple faith the way that people here in Rwanda understand it. I find myself daily learning from these kids as I see pure joy on their faces. I hope and pray that God will break my heart for these people and for the people that God has put in my life at home. God's love for us is more pure than anything we will ever understand and all He asks of us is to love Him back. I guess in these past weeks that is the message that I have been preaching. These kids have been incredible, as I was speaking about love to them and how much God wants us to love Him and to love each other they began to put their arms around each other. Again I needed to fight back the tears. My best memory of this camp was watching the biggest smiles you could imagine as kids went shooting down the slip n' slide that we set up leading into the lake. Everyday I embrace smiles of children experiencing true joy. I learn so much from these kids and am daily challenged in my life. I know that God has good things in store for this camp and for the people of Rwanda. A couple of days after we arrived our main camp leader and translator Betty told me that weeks previous to our arrival she had been praying for a camp In Gahini and even called all the people she knew trying to organize one. only days before we arrived had she given up on the idea of having a camp for the youth here in Gahini. God knows our hearts, He knows His children and the more we seek Him the more He will put us where He wants us to be whether thats in a job or traveling or school or even living in a foreign land. When we let God's love overtake our lives and lead our steps we are left speechless. -Daniel

A Sea Of Blue

2008-11-18T03:12:00.000-08:00

The second week of camp has concluded, it has been a myriad of emotions, chaos and fun! I often walk through this sea of kids wrapped in blue camp Gahini shirts and let the reality of this venture hit me. Just over a year ago it was a dream that God had placed into our hearts and now here we are half way done the first year of camps! It is overwhelming to ponder, the greatness of this God we serve.

This morning I was reading about Elijah and Elisha and how they went for a walk one day and as they came to the Jordan river they hit the water with their robe and it parted, so they could walk across on dry land. This is the God that we serve, the impossible becoming possible, dreams turning to reality. These past two weeks have been an incredible stretching process for the entire team. We have experienced so many trials, whether getting sick physically, dealing with cultural differences or the ever prominent language barrier. It has been such a blessing to watch as each team member takes on the responsibility given them and also continually picks up the slack for those sick or tired or just weary from the cultural differences and needing a break. We have had two camps thus far, each camp having roughly one hundred youth attending. In every camp it has been surreal to see the change in these kids lives, to hear their questions during team devotionals about where God comes from or where He lives. I have loved seeing smiles on their faces and even the tears in their eyes as the last day they walk out of chapel giving hugs and speaking in their broken english, "I shall never forget you". It is these smiles and tears that inspire and encourage us to continue to dream, and to trust that God has big plans not only for our lives but for the lives of each and every kid we have been able to get to know these past couple weeks. One story to leave you with; When we first arrived I was in meetings with the church leaders here in Gahini. As we went over what the camp was going to look like and all of the small details that are involved with starting a project of this magnitude my good friend and the man in charge here spoke up. He told me that this camp is not only our dream but has been their dream as well. The idea of bringing kids out of their day to day lives and letting them be kids for one week, of giving them good memories to replace all of the pain and hurt in their lives and showing them God's grace love and joy. This he said is something that has been needed here for years and is an incredible blessing to this country. Please continue to pray for us as we have two more camps left to go. Jordan

Great Comments

2008-11-18T02:16:00.000-08:00

Thanks so much for responding to our blogs and corresponding with us. It is wonderful to hear what you are all thinking... It seems that we often make the mistake of not expressing ourselves to the fullest with each entry. Perhaps we forget about those who haven't the slightest clue of what we are doing and only tell small portions, and perhaps we also keep it too short and brief as we neglect to give our blog the amount of time it demands of us. For this I apologize.

First off, our lack of knowing the blogging world is why we are continuing a blog that was created for a different journey. This is our way of sending our stories home. For those of you more interested in this mission to Rwanda we have not expressed our hearts for this, and our mission statement to the side of the page here is more in regards to the World Faith Tour.

The connection between our last journey and this mission is this; We still have the same heart for seeking out our calling, to live as God would have us live. Our stories are those filled with adventures and excitement. We hope people who read this will be encouraged and possibly inspired to dream.

"Getting back into the Game" hopefully this saying isn't taken so seriously that we can base our theology on it. I find that in many ways we are getting back into something different. I personally don't feel as if I will be a different person in or out of the game. But as we prepared to leave our home and enter into a foreign country, everyday life becomes a little different, almost like a game. Suddenly nothing is familiar, the people treat you differently by our white skin. The prices get hiked up and people try to scam you on the streets. But in no way is this mission, this chance to teach kids, a game. We take this responsibility seriously.

For those of you who have been supporting us. We send you more "thanks". Your prayers have been needed. Your finances have been important. Many of you would know that we have gone through the organization of AYMI, who you sent your checks to. This relationship between AYMI and ourselves has benefited us as a way to keep our finances accountable to someone.

I would like to answer a few good questions asked by Kim;

Q: Is there need in Rwanda? Greater or lesser than Canada?

A: I feel there is a big need in Rwanda and we are here to work towards changing that. I could possibly write a book on the needs of this place and why I came. In the blogs to come I hope that some of the needs are expressed, and any of us are more than willing to share in person our understanding of the situation here in Rwanda. Canada too has a big need, in which we are all responsible for. Personally, I don't know how to measure greater and lesser need. There are many ways to help make Canada a better place, we should all do what we can.

I find it odd being here and hearing how so many people here wish Rwanda could be more like Canada. I often tell them, I wouldn't wish that upon you. Rwanda has many strengths that we don't as Canadians. I often mention to Rwandise that in Canada we often worship money.

Q: Are you fulfilling your desires for adventure?

A: Absolutely! I hope I speak for everyone on the team, its full of ups and downs, mostly ups.

Q: Is the money going towards a Project that is sustainable?

A: We hope so. It is kind of an expensive one-time thing to do here. So far many local leaders have taken an interest in using this program and performing it in smaller scales around the country after we leave. Thus far we are getting closer to setting things in place for next year, to make things better. Our plan is that this camp will be running locally in less than 5 years from now. It seems to be catching on so fast it may be less!

Q: What is it that attracted you to Rwanda?

A: Jordan is the guy who had some dreams and visions of this camp when we were here last year, so we committed to coming back in a year to make it happen.

We hope that our blog has not given you the idea that living 'extreme and going overseas' is hand in hand with obedience and righteousness.

Kenton

Familiar Red Soil

2008-10-27T04:37:00.000-07:00

Sitting on a bus in Kenya my nostrals were filled with that very familiar B.O. that can only be found on this continent, Nigel says it is a warm inviting smell, but I am not so sure I agree with him on that one. Warm, and Inviting is how I would describe being back in Rwanda. Someone told us the other day that the first time you meet someone in Africa you are their guest and the second time you are their friend and the 3rd time you are their Brother. So it is such a great feeling coming to a place where I am a friend. It feels incredible to be walking on this familiar red soil that has the power to change lives. Kenya was beautiful and after only a day we got on a bus to Uganda and then here to the peace of Rwanda. (32 hours on a bus later)We got to Gahini Rwanda on Saturday night and were woken early Sunday morning being told that we were doing Sunday School. I have been waiting for a year for this!! The kids were in a huge circle and we jumped into the middle of it and sang songs and laughed. Kenton did the story of Noah getting all the kids to act as animals and again everyone laughed so deeply. It all just seemed to fall into place so fast. From the moment we have arrived we have felt almost as if we are visiting old relatives and as if the work here is second nature. Things seem to be falling into place around us and we daily see the ripples of a hand larger than ours shifting the waters. Thanks for your prayers we need them desparately for if we do things on our own we are destined to fail. Blessings, Dan

And we're BACK IN THE GAME!!!!

2008-10-19T09:28:00.000-07:00

Well I am still pinching myself in the reality that almost a year has gone by since we returned home after our world faith tour. As I pulled my backpack out of the closet and brushed all the dust off to put it to use once again I just had to shake my head. I dont know if I have even looked at that pack since november of last year. Ya maybe it sounds weird to you to dwell so richly over my back pack but you gotta understand that for a world traveller my back pack is like my best friend. he goes everywhere with me. At times he's a burden to carry but he always delivers great prizes like...clean underwear, and socks. well hopfully clean anyway. So I filled her up with all I thought I needed and now we are off. Only a week ago I can recall sitting in the truck at work with the guys, looking at our unfinished house and shaking my head saying "guys, how in the world are we going to do this." At the time we had about 3000 dollars in our budget for the camp and a house that needing the outside to be finished. Now here I am sitting at the computer with my flight only hours away with over $15,000 in our camp budget and a house that's pretty much done on the outside (sorry Daryl, have fun!). People keep telling me that I must be so excited and I just smile and nod and say "ya...excited...I guess" yes I am excited but I suppose its a different kind of excitement. its different than the excitement of going to disneyworld, its kinda like the excitement of swimming with dolphins (cause all of us know what that is like) your excited but nerveous cause anything could happen. so we covet your prayers today and for the next weeks. We have high hopes for this camp and believe that God is going to do amazing things. blessing everyone and we will do our best to keep up posted. please reply if you can commit to praying for us everyday, we would really really love that. Dan

So, What's Next?

2008-01-19T11:54:00.001-08:00

Coming home to Canada and finishing the biggest adventure of our lives felt very melodramatic. Since that day we have accustomed to life in Canada very quickly...almost too quickly. When a person comes home after something like this we must ask ourselves....what next. We can't stop dreaming, now we have to dream bigger. So this is it, the next dream for the lowly world faith travellers, PROJECT RWANDA, We hope to begin in November of 2008 bringing people and materials to begin a camp for youth in Rwanda. the location is already steaked out and now we need you. we need direction and eventually we will need a lot of money. If this is something that interests you please leave a comment with your e-mail and we will be sure to contact you in the next months as things come into place, or please send us an e-mail at one of addresses listed in our profile. Thanks and be blessed and dream big for the God we serve is so much bigger than this little world we live in at such a time as now. Daniel

The Final Days

2007-11-15T14:42:00.000-08:00

I am sitting here in the shotgun seat of my friends motorhome looking out at the sun setting and driving towards home. Its a strange feeling that I am crossing north america yet again on my way home, but this time from a trip that has transformed my life. I cant explain all the ways that I have been changed but I for sure have a deeper sense that the God of the universe is just that. He is the God who holds everything in the palm of His hands, who is bigger and greater than I could ever imagine. Which is so exciting for me. He is not this god that I built and place in my home, something I understand and is tangible. Because why would I worship something I can understand. Before I left on this trip I was talking with a friend of mine who said that going and experiencing something like the world would surely destroy my faith. Well he was right. The immature faith that I had a year ago has been destroyed. I now have a faith so much deeper and more intense. Like nothing I have experienced before. I feel confident to step out, trusting that He will catch me, trusting that He is beyond my understanding and faults and that He loves me. I wish that I could put a years worth of experience and adventure and teaching onto this page for all of you to read. But the truth is, it takes a year. And reading it would not come close to the experience. Seeing the worship of idols in India and the secularism of europe, the freshness of Papua New Guinea all needs to be seen first hand for it to transform the soul. If you read this and your a person who does not know Jesus, I say start looking around, He is there in the places that rationale and western thought never look. He is in the eyes of the poor, the hands of the sick and yet fills the sky with glimpses of His glory! That is the God that I worship with excitement and awe.

Blend

2007-10-21T05:12:00.000-07:00

Basking under the Italian sun with the Colosseum in the horizon and thousand year old ruins behind me was a memory to hold. As I shiver now in the damp cold of England I can hardly believe that only 2 days ago that was my backyard, then 2 days before that it was the water streets of Venice and a day before that it was giant statues of Hungary, before that, Romanian, and before that, Ukraine. You get the picture, its been a blend of countries in a blend of days. Looking back this morning it all seems to blend together in a mixture of culture, languages and confusion. It was hard to leave Josh's comfortable Polish apartment but with every new adventure comes a slight sacrifice. After a long night on a smelly hot bus of Ukrainians we arrived to the thriving metropolis of Le Viv. We soon found out that unlike the rest of Europe Ukrainians don't bother to learn English in their schools and the the Ukrainian alphabet unlike most world languages uses completely different letters so as we stood in the bus station looking blankly at the sign in front of us it was difficult to decide where to go next. Well as always the good Lord was looking out for us and we met a translator after some time and went back to the bus station to get our ticket to Romania. Then we spent the day eating authentic Ukrainian borscht and having our own personal Ukrainian tour guide who was also our much needed translator so thanks to Nadia for being a sweetheart to 3 homeless bums in our time of need. The days really did blend together now that I think back and I know looking back that it was all by God's grace of where He has brought us today. A bed become a luxury and a shower a weekly activity as we toured Europe in what seems like only a few days. 12 months ago I think the Dan I used to be would have whined and complained and wished for a bed but it seemed to be part of the journey and I wouldn't trade it. I remember one vivid night where we slept in a train station for lack of anywhere else and we soon found out that it wasn't really a waiting room for the train but rather a haven for the homeless. The smell quickly faded but the weirdo's came in and out. This one man sat next to me around 3 in the morning gave me a look and grabbed my hand and shaking it profusely he rambled on and on in Ukrainian. I tried to motion that I didn't understand but I soon learnt that he wasn't really talking any language and wasn't too understanding of most coherent things around him. He soon pulled out a deck of cards and would have played all night had I not finally refused and curled up on my wooden chair to make it through the night. He periodically shook me through the night and would try to tell me something but with time came the morning and we got out of there as fast as we could. Europe is beautiful and the time left is short, its hard to describe the emotion I feel being so close to the end, so many stories, so many lessons spinning in my head and heart. The anticipation of familiar soil fills my dreams but I thank God for every waking moment in these next days and weeks as I am filled with His grace to be here. Daniel

A Warning To Humanity

2007-10-12T08:25:00.000-07:00

Auschwitz concentration camp has transformed from a place where people would never want to go, to a place where all of us should go. It is a reminder of what humanity can and has done to its self. Perhaps this plaque shows the vastness of terror and evil that took place here, but until I stepped foot in these two Auschwitz camps I wasn't aware of the horror that took place. The people who were brought here were not only killed they were tortured and stripped of the things it means to be human. Jordan and I did an extensive tour of the camps and Dan also saw a lot of what they show. We gained a little bit of perspective of why those men who fought in that war, who saw these horrors and then came home are not wanting to talk about their experience. I can't imagine wanting to tell people about the things that happened here if I was a true witness to it. There are rooms here that display some of the items taken from the prisoners: Shoes, suitcases, and toothbrushes. They even shaved their entire bodies and gathered the hair to be sold and made into socks for the Nazi soldiers. We saw a room with 2 tons of hair left behind not yet packed. We were also shown the gas chambers where the most killing was done. It would be an underground bunker with 3 major rooms, one would be a room that was where all the prisoners were told "to undress themselves, and remember where they left their clothes so they would not be lost after their 'shower'". They would then move into the next room where they could fit 700-2000 people tightly depending on which camp they were at. At this point when they were all tightly squeezed into this huge shower room, a few cans would drop through the roof into the room. The cans were opened and filled with crystals that give off a gas that stops the oxygen circulate in your blood. This caused the people to internally suffocate, causing a very painful 20 min death. Often they left a loud truck running outside the building, to muffle the sound of the screaming. Then the bodies would taken out of the room into the third room where they were incinerated. Several incinerators all very easy to use would burn the people quickly afterwards. Those last rooms even had tracks in the floor for carts to load bodies and push them with ease straight onto a metal table that could slide into the fire and out with just the ash remaining. All of this would be happening to about 80% of the people who got off the train their first day, because they were 'unfit to work', and that was decided in a three second glance. Those who were fit to work were doing jobs like shaving the new prisoners, sorting their things, and even hauling the dead bodies to the fire. Those who did that particular job were considered to be dangerous because they were the strongest and they knew too much, so as a result these workers would be killed and replaced every two weeks. The short life for these prisoners was very terrible, often working them to death, sometimes with that exact purpose. Even time on the toilet was limited to 10 seconds twice a day. The people in this camp were tested to see how far they can be pushed before dieing. Experiments were done to see how little air a person could live with in their concrete cell, or some were made to stand in a cell too small for sitting for the night, all while being forced to work the next day. Many were starved as experiments, or cut open to have their living organs examined. The horror of it all is sometimes more than I can comprehend. I find the more I hear about what happened here, the more I tend to separate myself from it. It doesn't seem real to the life that I life today. But just being here... seeing faces... looking at their hair, I see it's not a movie. Its very real. And the evil mastermind who put it all together, The King of lies, still wanders to and foe in this world causing pain and suffering. And it is only by God's grace that His power came through and has restored peace in this place. I imagine that Auschwitz concentration camp was very close to hell on earth, but one thing Satan didn't take from those people was that... 'to live is Christ, and to die is gain'. That's a promise we all have from God. Kenton

Adventure Outlook?

2007-10-04T11:30:00.000-07:00

The intoxication of sleep deprivation had fully settled upon both kenton and myself. We arose from the well lit storage room that was accessible from a stairwell at the back of a catholic church. It was a room full of spiders, scorpions and other creepy crawlies I am sure we only imagined. But it also contained some hard Styrofoam that took the chill from the cold concrete and was the perfect setting for us to get out of the rain and spend the night. As we hit the road again to try and make it to Cieszyn and meet up with Dan and his brothers friend Josh we hoped for better luck during the early hours of the morning than we had the previous night which led us to that dungeonesque accommodations of the previous night. Until then our journey had been splendid, we were privileged with a ride that blessed us with twenty euro, an especially large sum of money for a backpacker on a tight budget and many miles still to go! But maybe what goes around comes around for real. Although as we stood on that road side in Poland now where the euro was not accepted and no one would exchange a dime with us or even point us in the direction of an ATM, our stomach's growling and minds still hazy from the lack of sleep we were blessed yet again. A chief prosecutor walking by stopped to help us, over coming the fear that had held so many others back from talking with us. He helped us to get to a ATM where we took some currency out and then helped our selves to a hardy breakfast from the super market before hitting the road again. This last short jaunt was cold but we thankfully did not have to wait overly long before a ride and then another getting us to Cieszyn in time for lunch! Now as I sit writing on this wonderful Mac laptop, smelling a wonderful meal cooking in the other room and having a bed close by to chill in for the night that's warm and safe from scorpions, I laugh! During adventure it can suck, but usually the greatest trials make the best stories and through them we can always look back and see what a rad God we journey with! Be blessed. Lehmann

Intimidation

2007-10-03T10:10:00.000-07:00

As Karstin drove away in his German station wagon I stood at the gas station with nothing but the open road ahead of me, I wouldn't admit it then but I felt nothing less than intimidated. I walked around the gas station is hopes of finding English and friendly Germans which combined would get me a ride. I gotta admit I didn't want to leave my homeland of Germany. Staying in the home of Patrick and then Kathrin and Karsten was just a little too comfortable. Sleeping every night in my own bed, delicious German breakfast's every morning....mmmm. I had to chuckle as I stood at that gas station preparing to leave Germany, I just spent the last week with two amazing Germans and their families, people 11 months ago I didnt know existed. We met them 10 months ago in the tropical mountains of Costa Rica and now to cross paths in their home was almost sereal. Germany did indeed treat us well, from Suzie's cappaccion's to chilato's with Patrick followed by what felt like 2 sets of grandparents and a big brother and sister with Kathrin and Karsten, it was... about perfect I would have to say. It wasn't long until I found English and a friendly German and I was on the east bound road. I spent the day in a lot of random fast German cars driving whatever speed they were comfortable with on the famous Autobon. And when I wasn't in a car I was waiting, bundled up in everything I had; at exits, at gas stations and wherever I could find slow traffic. Eventually I made it to the Czech city of Prague, a beautiful city of rich Christian history. Unfortunately the only Christianity in Czech is just that... History. Being on the open although intimidating at times was a feeling like no other. Its the feeling of freedom, like I can do anything and go anywhere and no matter what happens it will be an adventure. There was times standing on that road with the sun going down that I didnt think I would make my destination but somehow I just knew that something bigger than me would get me there at just the right time. I got to Poland late Monday night and met the man my brother talked so highly of and I am thankful to find out why. Looking back on these few days of travel, of hitch hiking on the open Highway in a foreign country with foreign languages I know that the Daniel who left Canada 11 months ago could never have done it. There's something about stepping out that makes all of the following steps seem just a little bit easier, all of a sudden the world doesn't seem so big anymore, language barriers don't seem to matter as much and no matter where I go or what I do somehow I know that God is in fact leading my steps as I go. I think stepping out in faith will always be intimidating, but to let intimidation alone hold me back would be robbing myself and the world of what could have been. With only 4 weeks left I pray I will step boldly into the intimidating moments and to experience all that this small world and the Big God who controls it has to offer. Daniel (oh and this last pic, is us busking to make some extra cash... 1 euro 63 to be exact)

2007-09-23T08:09:00.000-07:00

Arriving in Europe has been like waking in a fairy tale dream. The castles on the hills and the quaint little cafes on the street corners with well dressed students sipping their espressos and talking about philosophy. Having a stove that when you turn a knob it heats up instantly and you are ready to begin cooking. All of these creature comforts that but a year ago we took for granted, have become part of this surreal experience that is so enticing. Since coming to Germany we have been amazed with the efficiency and detail with which things here are done. But it has not just been a mechanical way of life but it has a great culture and history that fills the place with a certain brilliance. We have trekked to Cologne where we saw the wonderful Cologne Cathedral a wonder of architecture and God's majesty. The massive building is stained with the black smoke from the bombs of WWII and has a certain aura to it that captures ones imagination. On the inside the giant pipe organs haunting voice echoes throughout the hallowed place making it a magical atmosphere that tingles the senses. All of this has been just the beginning of our journey here. The struggle though has changed to an inward battle as opposed to meeting it face on in the day to day poverty that we have become accustomed to seeing. Beggars no longer seem in dire need, and we have become the ones looking shabby and forlorn instead of like the rich white people. That in itself has been a unique change, we are no longer celebrity status, but instead normal people living out their lives. So with that understanding we must begin to press into the word even more and realize just because Europe seems more like home, we cannot become comfortable and stagnant. With poverty slapping you in the face turning to God and asking why and what can I do and just seeking was a mandatory start to each day. But with practical room service some days here in Germany the need of a God who is bigger and guiding your every step almost seems quizzical at times. But its then that we truly need to press in the most. God has plans for our every day and that doesn't change depending on the continent we stand on. Lehmann

Holding Hands

2007-09-05T23:54:00.000-07:00

Anyone who has been to Africa would probably know things are so different here it can make your head spin. The other day Jordan came walking home with our video store friend and had his hand held the whole way back. The joke has been that, if one of us is missing someone or feeling lonely, you just need to go for a walk with someone to remind yourself of those good times feeling loved. Now, I can't speak on behalf of ALL western men but, something about having a very prolonged soft grip with another guy's hand seems to throw off the rotation of the planets and life becomes different. When we began to first experience this holding hands phenomenon, initially it was just purely awkward. I began wondering how close this was to crossing over from being "different" and moving into "just wrong" or perhaps unnatural, as I liked to think. Each time it would happen my mind began thinking about the things that need to be done in Africa. The starving kids need food, the governments need accountability, the environment needs more respect, and men need to stop holding each others hands. I wonder if there are a lot of people who have thought about Africa and formed opinions, as I have, about what is wrong, or what needs to be done. But recently I was awkwardly holding hands with a man and had a thought. Maybe we have been treating these countries in Africa so much like charity that we have left them feeling less then us, and we feel like more than them. It's hard sometimes to get past the cultural differences and meet people where they are at. Where is the equality and the friendship? I feel challenged to offer more to these people. To stand with them, or even just to encourage them to love their own country, and to love themselves. When things get tough in life it's all about what you do in response. When hope is lost, your not left with much. In life we all want a HAND TO HOLD, someone who will stand and care for us, someone who will build hope in us. Its hard to miss that when you walk down the street here. The relationships I have here mean a lot to me and have challenged me heaps. Here is a few of our friends. The people we have met here are Awesome! Kenton (1) Our very funny friend, Moses. (2) Henry, who is looking for a wife. (3) Some of the youth, (between 13-45 years old). (4) Grace, our wonderful host.

Uganda's Greatest Memory!

2007-09-04T02:36:00.000-07:00

It was a rainy morning, the thunder bellowed in the sky as we set out for the tournament. It was to be a day unlike any other here in Uganda. A day of blood sweat and muddy clothes! We approached the field to cries of muzoongoo muzoongoo, football!! The draft for players went out and three powerhouse teams were formed on that hallowed field. The first was Keno's which took the name "Barcelona" the second was Dan's who blazoned the crest of "Liverpool" and last but not least Jordan's team who were titled with "Manchester United" possibly the greatest football team to ever play the game! The first game was a battle between Liverpool and United. The rain was still soft and the condition of the field was slimy but playable. The teams took their positions and the fight began. It was back and forth, slide tackles, fancy footwork and finally a goal by United! The crowd went wild with cheers of Man U, Man U! Liverpool left that game heads hanging low. Next the mighty Barcelona charged the field against the leading United team. The rains became heavy and the thunder roared as Barcelona took up the champions cry and annihilated the United firm. It was a hard loss, but the game was fair. So with that loss United left the turf to be replaced by Liverpool. This game was invigorating. Liverpool had a fire in their eyes and wanted victory at all costs. Barcelona scored first, and the crowd cheered! But within a matter of minutes Liverpool's strong offence retaliated scoring their own brilliant goal!! The crowd was split, half chanting for Barcelona and half for Liverpool, fights broke out, tears flowed from children's eyes! The air grew thick! As the time ran down Liverpool with an amazing feat of footwork blazed a trail to the net and scored to win the game! The crowd went wild with excitement! The last game of the day was for all the glory. Manchester United pinned up against Liverpool! The rains were hard and the field had turned into a terrain of rivers and mud. The officials tried to call the game on account of bad conditions but the players would not hear of it. They took the field as if warriors of ancient Greece, not backing down, no fear in there eyes, only the thirst for victory engulfing there very soul! The whistle blew and the teams collided! It was back and forth neither team could gain an inch. The crowd's cheers were lost in the heavy rain and pressure of the game. Just as it was looking to be a draw match, Manchester United put it all out on the field pushing towards victory, and in one grand assault they took the win 1-0!! The fans rushed the team raising them to the air and shouting victory chants as the rains poured down. It was a spectacular event one for the history books of football! The tournament ended with photos of the teams. We all were covered in mud and tears, some of joy some of sorrow! But as we walked off that field, we all knew in our hearts that something special had taken place that day. A time of playing in the rain, fighting for victory and enjoying the crowds and chants of the stadium. A memory to be cherished. Lehmann

Moments in time

2007-08-31T06:07:00.000-07:00

Well Africa is filled with those moments in time where you gotta stop and shake your head to make sure it is real. I went for a walk the other day through the dirt streets of our small village. I passed many small vendors along the way, each one selling their 2 or 3 items of either banana's and pineapple's or old refurbished shoes or maybe they were deep frying something. All the while I am being yelled at from all directions, "Mzungu!" Some little kids look up at me with a smile of pure excitement, like a child seeing a monkey in the zoo for the first time and giggling at how funny it looks...that's how I usually feel and seeing as how they always want to pet my arm hair I kinda feel exactly like a monkey in a zoo. Its a lot better than the other kids who scream and run for shelter behind anything with black skin, so long as the white monster stays away. I tried overcoming this reaction one day by using candy but that just seemed to make it worse not to mention I felt like one of those strangers parents warn their kids about in Canada when they say "never take candy from a stranger kids". So I was walking down this road and it wasn't long until I could hear the laughter of children playing. I came around the corner of a mud brick home to find about 50 kids or so playing some football or (soccer) in an open lot in front of a mud house with a step. Most of the children huddled on the step watching while a few of the kids played a "heated game" consisting of a small plastic soccer ball and 2 small bricks propped up to make a small net. The game stopped abruptly when I showed up and I felt like King Kong in New york, they all just kinda lost interest in their "heated" game and starred up at me, some of the smaller children ran for cover and then slowly they walked up and held out a hand. I pointed to their ball and it wasn't long and I was on a team and running around in mudded feet kicking around this plastic ball with my new friends. The crowd on the step got a little bit bigger and many of the parents were now watching from a bit of a distance. I eventually managed so tear away from the kids and said I'd come back. Some of the parents came over to me and said "thank you for playing with our children, please come back and bring your friends...thank you so much" and I did get my friends, my two mzungu buddies and the next day we went back. This time we prayed that God might provide someone to translate for us, well as the game got going I sat on the step with the fans and amidst my arms getting pet from the kids huddled around me I met an older girl who had great English. I soon asked if she would translate so that we could share a story and she was more than willing. It wasn't long and we had the 50-60 kids all singing songs about Jesus and listening to a story about Jesus calming the storm. As we walked away the second day I really had to do another retake and I couldn't believe the moment in time that I was in. One of those moments where you can tell the whole world how much you love your God because He is more than faithful. Daniel

Uganda Pictures

2007-08-23T07:40:00.000-07:00

*** EDITED TO ADD***

Sorry, I am Keli and I accidentally put Rwanda as the title of the blog post. When Dan sent me the pictures I mistakenly put the wrong place. Sorry for confusing anyone ...

2007-08-07T03:44:00.000-07:00

The faces of Africa have been beautiful and warming. We have felt like kings living here and have not had a lack of things to do. I am in awe of the faithfulness of God and the way that He has led our every step. Arriving to Africa was an intimidating mystery to us but since our feet have touched this red soil we have been nothing but blessed. Spending our days amongst the laughter of children and swimming in the green water of Rwanda has been nothing less than fulfilling. We've made friends of all ages and from all cultures. I already feel that tug on my heart that so many feel when they touch the soils of this great continent. I see and feel a love and joy for life that is not found in materials but only in faces around them. The Bishop of the parish in Gahini where we have worked said to us the other day, "Western people take such good care of the body that they forget to take care of their soul, here in Africa people take such good care of the soul that they forget about taking care of the body" It is very true in so many ways but I am not here to criticize my country, I am here to soak in the culture of Rwanda and let it change who I am today and who I will become tomorrow. I have never talked to a person who come home from Africa disappointed or unchanged and it so easy to understand why. It only takes few days here and my heart feels changed, challenged and renewed. Rwanda has been a joy to experience. A country of a bloody history now sitting in a great peace, a president who loves God

and revival on the doorstep. I am blessed to be here, to be challenged be these beautiful faces and to enjoy the laughter and joy of life that comes only from human relationship. Daniel

oh, and as usual I am trying to be culturally aware in my appearance and fit in as much as I can.

Big smiles

2007-08-06T09:29:00.000-07:00

1^These guys with us all were doing so much at the conference here in Gahini Rawanda. Next to me (Kenton) is Micheal Morrelli who has preached to hundreds of thousands all around the world sharing the gospel. We got the chance to hang out with him lots and we were even able to get him out in the middle of the lake with the leaky row boat with us. Between Jordan and Daniel, is Bishop Alexis. His was the only name we knew coming here, and he fully took us in and got us helping out with the children. We have been able to see more of his vision for this area, and the impact that can be made here. To the far right is a man with style. He was involved with a choir from Tanzania, that had heaps of talent. 2^What a precious child. And that baby is pretty cute too. 3^When we get home ask to see these pictures... we have too many to put on here, but the amount of people that came to this conference was so huge! 4^ Each morning we had teams that would go out into a village, and teach Bible stories, sing songs, and play games with the children. There were 6 different teams and the numbers of kids per village varied from 150-800 kids. 5^After each day with the kids we would come back to Gahini and spend time around the centre. We could spend time with the people there and play in the park area, or in the lake.

Africa

2007-08-03T06:40:00.001-07:00

Entering into Africa was a whole new world yet again. We flew into Uganda and the airport was a small strip of land that was being developed. We were picked up from the airport and treated like gold by the missionaries here. It was just a short stay in Uganda, and then we caught a bus to Rwanda for a conference in Gahini. As we arrived in Gahini we were expecting to be working with a small church and just a tiny youth conference. But as it turned out this conference was bringing people from around the world to help out. There are representatives from Saddleback church in California, from Washington DC, from Australia, from the UK, from all over Africa and we three from Canada! Many of the volunteers from the West have been working with the different kids ministries in the surrounding villages. My first day going and speaking with the kids was absolutely incredible. I got to share about Jesus Christ and how He loves and cares for us, and wants to be in relationship with us with over eight hundred kids! Then just today I was speaking in front of another three to four hundred kids in another village! It has just been such an incredible honour and privilege to be sharing Christs love and praying over these young children. God is doing so much here, it stops one in their tracks and you realize just what a great King we serve! During the days there are thousands of men and women showing up to hear speakers from around the world share with them about Jesus. We have had the privilege of getting to know one of the main speakers Michael Morrelli who has done evangelistic type events all over the world. This is the 22nd country he has been to, which was cool to hear because it is our 22nd country on this trip that we have been able to experience. He has been a huge encouragement to us and just inspired us to keep on sharing what God is doing around the world and in our lives everyday as He provides and leads us. The people here in Gahini have truly welcomed us as if we were ambassadors of Canada. They have given us a fantastic place to stay, three huge meals a day, drivers to take us around and just really gone all out to make us feel special. And for three guys backpacking around the world who just happened to luck out and be here at this time for this event it has been even more incredible! And a true testimony that God is leading our every step, day by day. We are so excited for what else God will do during this time in Africa. Its a country of amazing people and a wildness to it that keeps one intrigued and excited. We were told that there was an electricity in the air when one came to Africa and it is true, here your hair stands on end if you stick around! Lehmann

Expectation

2007-07-27T02:01:00.000-07:00

There are moments in life where we all question why, we all wonder, and we all strive in vain, wishing it could be some other way. Expectations in life can be a dangerous thing, as can dreams but without them what would life be but a mere day with a sun up and a sun gone down. I am not satisfied with a life without dreams with a life of no hope or no expectations of a faithful God. To hope and believe in a faithful God is a vulnerable thing but one without disappointment. To expect things from God...well we must, it is our act of faith to expect that God will pull through for us but we some how miss the point when our expectations fulfill our own gain. I feel stupid time and time again when I have to realize that the God of heaven who made the universe obviously knows better than I do. When things don't happen as I expect them to I can know that God is doing better things, but at the time my heart is only filled with these selfish questions, why can't it be my way? To let go for a guy like me...not easy. To trust...I fight it. To believe that God has something better in store...I must. True expectation of a faithful God is not about how He can fulfill my dreams but how I can fulfill His. About how my life becomes one with the desires of God, and before I know it I am walking in His footsteps. I guess that is what faith is really about isn't it? Coming in line with the Divine and perfect will of a perfect God? Well my faith has certainly been stretched these past weeks to open my eyes and see the movements of a faithful God. I have certainly had to let go these days and trust that the things God has in store for my life are far better than the things that I could wish for in my life. Tonight I get on a plane for Africa, by tomorrow at this time I will be standing in a war torn land of poverty and need. I expect God to do amazing things there and I know already that it is not how I could imagine it but only as He wants it. May this same faithful God lead my steps there as He has here. Daniel

Greece and Bulgaria

2007-07-26T03:31:00.000-07:00

I don't enjoy putting up posts as much without photos to go with it. The last while our camera has been giving us difficulties. Now that we got it fixed, I'm excited to get lots of photos on now.

Basically after we were spending time with all the locals in Sulcuk (Effisis) we took a ferry to Samos island in Greece. We experienced the unbelievable beauty that was there. Then we went by ferry to Athens where we went to Acropolis to see the ruins on the mountain top. From Athens we went up the east coast by train to Katerini on a quest to experience a pure form of the Greek culture we were still trying so hard to find. Unfortunately we found it to be a mini Vegas on the beach that was packed with Eastern European tourists. From there we went to Sofia in Bulgaria, which was a cheaper place to stay and to see the churches and parks in the city. Now we have returned to Istanbul Turkey, where we will fly out of on Friday to Uganda.

To be honest I've felt a little let downs since we left for Greece. I had expectations of finding someone or something that would give us a new great experience. That I would somehow connect with the culture and have an experience that would be uniquely Greek, but yet I feel we hardly experienced the culture at all the way I hoped to. We have often prayed that we will meet someone either at the ferry, the hostel, or where ever. That a person would offer us a place to stay or to introduce us to his circle of friends. It is not just a way to save money but to experience what life is truly like for the people in each place. The three of us were hoping and praying that we would see the Greek culture this way. But it didn't happen. We saw it from 'the outside', like a tourist. These last weeks I've felt a lot like a tourist, we just need the flower shirts to go with the image. It's the times like this on our trip that I question how useful I really am, what purpose I have here? I still trust God has called us to tour the world, to go where we have gone, but I sometimes fail to see why. Perhaps there is a lesson in this that I must learn. Maybe our journey is not always gonna look the way I expect it to. That my will doesn't always line up with God's. That I need to trust He is using us the way He desires. I have seen some cool things these last two weeks: we saw maybe some of the most beautiful ocean water, and rocky islands while were in Greece. We saw the Greek Orthodox churches that stand on top of little mountain peaks and experienced the effect the religion has on the people's lives. We've also met heaps of travelers, people from all over. We have shared the gospel of Jesus with them and listened to all different questions they have. Many of them have their own views of God, life, and the world. A part of me thinks I have heard it all, but I know that I've only scratched the surface of what there is out there. I imagine that as we arrive in Africa on Saturday we may be entering into a whole new land of different worldviews. I expect that I will continue to be stretched while I'm there and I don't expect that Africa will be much like anything I've seen before. We have 6 weeks in Africa, after that we will be in Europe until November, and we are asking for the strength to finish strong. There is so much more to do and see. We covet your prayers.

Kenton

I'm not sure who this kiss is for...

Time Travel

2007-07-13T09:26:00.000-07:00

Thus far our time here in Turkey has been an adventurous one. Starting from getting caught up in a big scam in Istanbul, to experiencing the collide of muslim and christian in the Hagia Sophia museum. Then upon arriving here in Solcuk we have had the rad experience of going and checking out the ancient city of Ephesus, as well as just today we made our way to a beach on the Aegean Sea where Dan and Kenton found a cliff to huck ourselves off of. These experiences intermingled with meeting the people has made Turkey a wonderful place for the three of us.

In the early morn of our 244 day travelling we ventured first into the Blue Mosque. It was absolutely brilliant in all its magnitude. The outside was a fantastic architectural feat, while the inside could not help but take one outside of themself and think on a bigger scale. From there we crossed through a wonderful plaza with a gushing fountain and tourists from all around the world, to enter the gates of Hagia Sophia. From the outside Sophia looks to be a run down shadow of her former glory. But as one enters through the large steel doors and first lays eyes upon the breathtaking interior you realize what a true gem she is. The mix of muslim and Christian art intrigues and confounds, so opposed and yet inhabiting the same building for all to see. It was from there that we travelled the ten hour bus ride to Solcuk the town that now resides on the outskirts of ancient Ephesus. This place was another incredible experience for me. Walking through this city that was once the epicenter of the whole world, brought so much life to Pauls words in his letter to the Ephesians. We got the unique opportunity to catch a glimpse of the lifestyle and culture of those times. From the worship of Artemis, to the openly public brothels, and the opulent wealth that was Ephesus. Then just today we made our way down to the beach on the Aegean sea. It was rather a normal beach except for the superb cliff jumping that was just around the bay. Dan and Kenton spent a bit of time exploring and finding what looked like and excellent place to jump. So after little hesitation Dan hucked himself from the five meter cliff, praying that it was deep enough!! As the afternoon continued on we found ourselves wanting to take the next step and to begin diving, so there Kenton took the lead and dove from the highest point possible! After that Kenton encouraged Dan and myself also to take the plunge. So one after another we spent the rest of the afternoon diving off of these cliffs into the clear blue waters below! We even met some other crazy locals that joined us and we became friends with. They invited us to hang out for the evening and so after getting back from the beach we chilled out with some of the local guys and even got to share the gospel with them and why we believe that its the truth, and applicable to all people. It was a cool night, the people here are incredibly friendly and were excited to hang out with them more as the week progresses. So those are just a few of our recent adventures here in Turkey. While you read this please pray for this country also. It is predominantly a Muslim nation with very little Christian involvement. Yet there is so much hope, as we have talked with the youth here, many of them believe in a god and say they are not muslim, but instead searching. Thus be in prayer for transformation and understanding, prayer truly does revolutionize nations! Lehmann

2007-07-10T12:43:00.000-07:00

We find ourselves walking ancient streets once again. Istanbul Turkey is a city of fascinating history. Once known as Constantanople this city was taken over by Islamic rule hundreds of years ago and the result is a country devoted to the god of Islam. Here Islam is most definitely prominent as Mosque's fill the landscape in every direction possible. I am glad to be in Turkey though and I am expecting great things of this country. Though I see the face Islam everywhere I am confident that the workings of a faithful loving

father God is moving in this country. We still have no idea our purpose here or where we will go or how long we will stay but I know a God who knows all those details and in His good time we will also know. I remember a morning a long while back walking the streets of Eston in a thick fog early one morning and I was asking God to know my future, I wanted Him to just tell me what I would do and I heard the voice of God so clearly that morning tell me "look down the road, you can see less than a block but its all you need to see because as you walk you will see more, that's your future. You don't need to know what is farther down the road, I know what's beyond the fog and I will show you what you need to see. Just keep walking" It was a moment of revelation in my life and something I have to really obey these days. We all trust that God has been leading our journey from the beginning but sometimes sitting in these moments its a lot harder than telling the story after the fact. So as the Lord leads us we will continue on in hopes of meeting people and seeing the fascinating history of this land. Daniel

This could be you

2007-07-05T12:59:00.000-07:00

Ya I know some may say the whole mullet thing is getting old primarily Kendall but you gotta understand I am in a culture of mullets and I am just trying to fit in, so go easy on me I really am innocent. Nice yamakuks huh?

this is the famous wailing wall of Jerusalem where thousands come daily to pray for the restoration of the temple.

we try to party like its 1999

There's some paint for you The mount of Olives

Flashbacks to the good days

Well just wanted to give some extra visual to the whole stories thing. Dream big cause there is no reason these pictures couldnt be of you! Life on the road gets tiresome but the blessing always weigh heavier. Looking back on 8 months of travel now it is incredible to see the hand of a faithful God in a broken world. Well I hope you enjoy and that you have a blessed day. Shalom and blessings to all. Dan

Jesus Walked

2007-07-02T01:40:00.000-07:00

The history I have studied about the land of Israel has given me a picture of it being like a knot in a rope that is being used in a 'tug a war'. The borders are always being hit with blows from both sides. Many of their wars, even within the last century, have been miraculous victories (or even just survival) with uneven odds that are working against them. Many people claim that God's hand is still protecting this nation like in the days of the Old Testament. As a result of all this fighting these people are tough. They have had to live much like a 'boy named Sue' where you 'get tough or die'. Even the women, we have often seen them at all the check points, dressed in the full military attire. Even the ladies you see on the street that are wearing the trendy and fashionable clothing are sometimes packing an automatic rifle, as they are chatting on their mobiles. Last night Jordan noticed a pretty tough truck that was jacked up with big mudder tires, getting fixed right on the side of the street by three ladies our age. Two of them were underneath the truck one was under the hood, their tools in hand. They seemed prepared for any unexpected problems, wearing their white pants. He probably would have gone over to say, 'Hi' but I think he was scared of getting beat up. This country truly has a thick skin and you seen it with all the check points and the racial screening. Arabs can be full citizens here and will still not be allowed to buy land. Israel has a fear that someone may be plotting against them. Who can blame them when you think of the surrounding neighbors, Syria, Lebanon, Jordan, and Egypt who have at one time or another waged attacks with Israel. Even within the country there are Palestinian states, the West bank, and Gaza, who are usually not very peaceful. So this is what we see in the Holy Land today. The place God promised to His people through Moses. The place where Jesus Walked. Jesus did walk around in these hills, and even when he heard about His dieing friend, Lazarus, it would have been a 3 day walk to go see him. Today those paths are a little flatter and covered with a smooth layer of asphalt. And so we too, decided to venture out and explore this land on a 'road trip'. The group was Scott, Anthony, Jordan, Daniel, and I. The trip was called, 'Aqua Adventures in Israel' or 'Canada Day's Beach Party in Israel'. The mission was to circle the entire border of Israel and swim in all 4 bodies of water and the Jordan river in 24 hours. Scott has perfected the Arabic language, and Anthony was able to loosen up most check point officers with his Witty Hebrew. And the three of us were able to... well we're Canadians eh, so our bases were covered with the different neighborhoods we would be entering. We woke up at 4am and were on the road at 4:45. We went over to the Dead Sea (again, but this time on the Israeli side) and drove south down the shore as the sun was rising over the Jordanian mountains across the sea from us. We passed by the high mountains as we drove south through the Arava Valley passing by the caves of the 'Dead Sea Scrolls'. We made a quick stop to have our bodies healed and every bodily opening burned in the waters of the Dead Sea. We went further south, past garrison of Masada where, in the first century, each Jew on the hilltop committed suicide before their defeat by the Roman Army, that was camped in the valley below them. The valley lead us all the way down to the Red Sea, where we found it to be like a beach town. It was really nice clear blue water that we could see some colourful fish and the reef as we swam. From that point we could see the hills of Jordan, Saudi Arabia, and Egypt while swimming just off the Israeli beach. After our short swim, we moved on up along the border of Egypt, cruising through the dessert. We passed over the hills and through the valleys, seeing many different places that I imagined to be the battle fields of some of the largest armored tank battles the history of the world, that took place only around 40 years ago. I tried to imagine the scene of such a large amount of land mines, being hit as rows and rows of tanks would be advancing into enemy territory all firring shells. Seeing fighter jets doing fly by bombings and 'dog fighting' in the air. All of this would have been to a greater scale than Hitler's battles against Russia in the WWII. We were stopped at a check point when we were advancing towards the Gaza Strip. We were advised to take a route further from that border, unless of course we had guns. There was no joking here, it seemed that the next check point in that direction was only letting people with any kind of gun go by. Since Jordan forgot his air soft at the church we felt we shouldn't risk it. I guess 3 rockets had fallen from Gaza that day already. Our secondary route took us through one huge hole in the ground. It has been there a long time, so no one really knows what happened. There are two theories I heard; because the rock that they find on the bottom of the hole, people think it is either a huge space rock that hit, or some kind of volcanic activity. I think it may have something to do with Star Wars. Either way we enjoyed standing on the edge of those big cliffs throwing big rocks down and watching them explode into dust when they hit. Later on, we did actually find ourselves getting right up beside the border of the Gaza Strip where we could see into what seemed to be a very normal peaceful town over the border. We didn't make any stops there, we just continued over to the Mediterranean. We happened to find a beach with some waves that people were surfing. So we were able to ride in the waves for a few mins before we drove on north, up the entire coast. It was a beautiful drive, that sort of reminded me of the North American west coast. It was a very beautiful drive that we all enjoyed. Although Dan managed to hurl hummus and bread onto the road and on the side of the car after we ate, it was alright we had all finished by that point. We had to drive through Tel Aviv and some small towns during rush hour and we were put behind schedule, so at that point we were rushed to make it to our next point which was a mountain top that borders Israel and Lebanon, where we hoped to see the military forces cruising around at that very tense border, and to see the sun set from that point. We managed to be just a little to late and were only able to see the lights of the border and towns around. From there we went for Pizza and continued to the Sea of Galilee and the Jordan River for a swim. We knew the sun wasn't there to dry our shorts after our swim to get back into the car, so as a result we decided to not post those photos of this swim on the blog. Our drive back to Jerusalem was long and dark, each one of us was fighting to stay awake. (I usually loose that fight) But after a few driver rotations we made it back with a little time to spare. Our Mission Was Accomplished! All around this awesome country in 24 hours.

Kenton.

Politics

2007-06-29T13:42:00.000-07:00

So I was digging a grave the other day here in Jerusalem and was talking with Remise the maintenance man and our right hand man on the job site. He was telling us about his work days, "I always try to leave my house a half hour early, you know just in case the roads get closed because of a bomb or in case I get questioned by the police for a while on my bike ride to work." The three of us kinda looked at each other with one of those "is this guy serious?" looks but after a few days in Israel it all seems to make perfect sense. Everywhere in Israel we see signs that say "pray for the peace of Israel" and I have to admit I always think to myself, "fat chance" the turmoil in this country is really surprising and incredibly accurate to the image that the world has on Israel. Politics in Israel is like a continuous passive civil war. Here is a land where 2 very strong and distinct people groups have their claim of history and culture. Two very different cultures trying to co-exist in a country of incredible beauty and history. Well co-exist they do but co-operate they do not. Every day I seem to hear more stories of how oppressed the Arabs are by the Jewish government, how they cannot travel or even take a picture without being harassed by police. And then on the news we hear of another bombing in a Jewish neighborhood somewhere. And so the conflict continues, It really is heartbreaking to see a land so beautiful so torn apart. So though I feel the pain of Israel and fail to see the resolve I say this, "Please pray for the peace of Israel. "

The last few days we have been beyond the great concrete wall into what the locals call Palestine. It is here in this land of 100 percent Muslims we share the good news the best way that we know how, we pick up a paintbrush. Together with Richard we restored and gave life through color to a small kinder garden room in a small village in the middle of Palestine. We had many little visitors with lots to say unfortunately none of it in English but we show them love in a way they have never seen. It is a cultural assumption in these parts that you only help your own people group out, those of your religion and family but we are 4 white guys painting and fixing a classroom asking nothing in return. That my friends is the gospel to a closed nation the true good news of Christ.

Being in Israel is everything I hoped for and more. Having a taste of home working with the Christian Alliance church has been nothing less than exciting. Scot and Carrie Dresler and their 4 awesome kids have been like a family to us. Most evening we sit in their living room holding a child on our lap...OK I'm usually in the toy room playing cars or something rad. But they are great. As we see families like this who leave everything behind I am humbled to think of what I can possibly do to serve my God around this little place we call the world.

Daniel

24 Hours

2007-06-19T04:03:00.000-07:00

The past couple of days have been a blur of travelling. Last night I got my first decent sleep in 24 hours. We left New Delhi India three days ago and started our trek into the middle east. We all were very excited for the change in spiritual climate as well as an environment that was quite a bit less noisy and substantially less garbage. We arrived into Amman Jordan thinking that we where about to have a long day of sitting in the airport. Our layover there was ten hours, and the entry visas were a little pricey for a day trip. But to our surprise because of our lengthy layover the airport issued transit visas for the day. This gave us the privilege of going and touring around the country a bit. So we hopped a bus into the city of Amman. The drive was stunning and had all three of us commenting constantly on the sites all around us. Amongst the hills we saw mansionesque estates everywhere. They had wonderfully lush trees and greenery in their yards which was a stark contrast to the desert that lay just outside their walls. The city of Amman was filled with inspiring architecture and busy with construction in every direction. All the buildings blended with the colors of the desert to create a very earthy look to the city. After departing the bus we hired a taxi to take us to the Dead Sea. Like most countries we have experienced the first man we tried to hire was scheming to get as much money as possible from us. Luckily though we escaped the scam without losing our shirts in the deal. After that we found another taxi driver that was a real stand up character and hired him for the day. The drive out to the Dead Sea was an hour long through the country side of Jordan with the windows rolled down and driving on the right side of the road. The best way to describe it was that I felt peaceful as we drove, no cares or worries, just driving! When we arrived to the Sea it was a barrage of tourist traps and fancy resorts, so we asked our driver to take us to a local spot that was free. We ended up at this great little spot with the hills all around us and heaps of locals watching us strip down to our boxers. When we got into the water it was as if we had entered a whole new world. It was like nothing any of us had ever experienced. You could float effortless, hands and feet sticking out of the water and still not sinking. The water burned the mouth, nose and eyes so badly if ever you tried to swim under the water. On the surface of the water it was like a translucent oil film covered the sea. It made ones body feel smooth and silky! We played in the water until we finally had to head back to the airport. The drive back was equally refreshing, looking out over the hills in awe of the landscape that God had created. Then with Jordan behind us we boarded a plane that took us to Tel Aviv. It was there that we caught a bus to the old city in Jerusalem. We arrived late into the night and found a cheap hostel to settle into, getting our first decent sleep in 24 hours. The middle east is a fascinating place and we are so excited to see what God has in store for us here. Lehmann

Faces

2007-06-13T07:41:00.000-07:00

Standing in a pit of dirty laundry at the Mother Teresa house this morning my mind drifted away to the many faces that I had just walked by in some kind of haste like I was late for some sort of meeting. Truth is I wasn't late at all but there is something deathly terrifying about looking into the face of a people so broken and poor. The Question is, "what is better, to ignore them or to look and in so doing risk the breaking of your heart" Walking to the home there wasn't a direction I could look without seeing heart breaking poverty. Naked children sitting crying on the curbs, blind, lame, dirty and poor, they were all there; In every direction. The slightest glance with gain you a rubbing hand for at least a block and if you give any money at all, you all of a sudden become an ATM. So with arms tied behind my back I walked those streets in complete awe of a world so broken and hurting. Stepping into the Mother Teresa home is not much better; for the place we are serving is labeled "A home for the Dying" Here I can look long and deep and hard into the faces of men from every age with every kind of disease and infection you can think of. Holding their hand or rubbing their frail bodies. Mother Teresa's heart was to show love and give some kind of dignity to the dying and I am so unworthy of carrying on this dream. As I changed soiled pants and fed the lame I couldn't help but pray a selfish prayer "God let me die young before I ever end up this way" In a place where I feel that they have lost all dignity and pride having young white kids change their pants it occurs to me that this is more dignity than most were ever shown in their life time.

I stamp the laundry until I think its clean and then proceed to wring it out to be rinsed and my mind drifts again. Who decided that I be born in Canada and these children to be born on these streets. In India the hindu faith makes a lame attempt to provide this answer by saying it is a punishment from their last life and they deserve to live there. I say Bull! what if it was me or you born in that little frail body, what if I was raised on the streets of Calcutta with only a begging hand to make my living. We live in a world where most things don't seem fair. Some like to blame this on God, I see their point but the fact of the matter is it didn't start with God, it started with man and an evil serpent. Satan came to this world to steal, kill and destroy. Wherever people give him reign he doesn't mess around. Every street corner has a different idol or a different picture of some god or goddess. 30 million gods in total in this country and if that isn't a reign of Satan then you obviously don't believe in Satan. Justice seems far from the people on the streets of Calcutta, but justice isn't what they need. They need freedom, they need grace, they need mercy....They need Jesus!

-Daniel

Living in the Clouds

2007-06-03T05:36:00.000-07:00

The last few days have been spent in a village about 35 mins from Darjeerling, in a cloudy place called Rangbull. Each of us wake up to a sunny day in the mountains where the view is enough to keep us quiet. The little community is quick to pick out the visitors, and each person makes an effort to get to know you. The common questions are: Where are you from? What are you doing? Where are you going? In that order. Answering these questions seems to then make you a friend after passing by the next time. The thing they don't understand is that we seem to be working... Why would a foreigner work? It seems that people seem to think that we foreigners don't understand the concept of work. We some how swim past all the bills of life. Each day as we walk to the church in our work clothes often carrying tool or material for our fixing job the people look at us with a puzzled expression. The bottom level of this church building is in serious need of repair, so we have taken it upon ourselves to make an attempt of making some improvements. (We have no idea what we are doing) But as I said before we look like we do. No need to worry once it is painted it should at least look better. The couple we are staying with here has been so generous to us. They have opened their home to us and fed us so well. We are so thankful for their warm welcome and our individual beds. Each day with them has been so much fun. They have introduced us to so many of the people in the village. In the short time we have been here we have been invited to two birthday parties, to many homes for tea, and even a momo cooking party. (which is like the chinese version of perogies) We were also asked to share in church this weekend as well. I shared for the Sunday School, Jordan shared with the youth and Daniel was the pastor for the adults. We have enjoyed our time and our time here, and we are expecting to continue staying with these people until Tuesday, by which time we expect our renovation project to be complete unless there is more momo's on the menu. Kenton

Movements

2007-05-29T01:28:00.000-07:00

The life of a traveling bum is all about moving. Here in India movements are always delayed but always quick. Walking down the street I still jump every time I hear the ear piercing horns inches behind me. It doesn't matter how far off the road I am the horns always continue to blare! And one must always be aware of the vicious monkeys. I am always a big fan of a fury animal, it reminds me of myself but when too many surround me I move fast cause rabies doesn't interest me too much. And of coarse there are the quick and sudden movements that come as a result of the curry...And then of coarse the need to move on from here. Today we venture down the mountain a little way to see what we can find with an awesome couple from Argentina. Sometimes I long to get nice and cozy comfortable in a place but it seems that every time we find any comfort at all we must keep on moving. But really there is a movement going on that is much bigger than us. The movements of a faithful God. Coming to India I so desperately wanted to see what and how God was and is at work. In only a short time we have seen the fingerprints of a father who loves His children here in India. Going to the deaf and dumb school with a ywam team last week we saw 11 young guys give their hearts to Jesus. Then later that week we heard from that same team who reported that they had been in the home of a Hindu family when a lady suddenly dies in their arms (literally) after a while when no pulse was found they began to pray to the one and only true God of heaven and then, Bam! they heard a gasp and she was back to life, True store happened just this last week!, that same team saw another 10 kids and 2 teachers in a school give their lives to Christ as well. There must be something real in all this I think to myself and daily I continue to pray that God would increase my faith. For us the movements we see are a daily faithfulness and a deep encouragement. As I sat in church the other day between a Hindu man and a Buddhist man both earnestly praying to God I was humbled and reminded again that the God I serve is indeed making His movements across the globe. Daniel

Phantom Pains

2007-05-27T06:28:00.000-07:00

I have heard stories of how sometimes when a person loses a limb or a part of their body, they will have phantom pains. Basically this is their minds fooling their body into thinking that the body part is still there. It can be anything from an itch to even a sharp pain in that spot. Recently I had a very similar experience. Just a little while ago I had an incident that was quite traumatic and I lost one of my extremities. First there was the feelings of shock and then a scared feeling of "what just happened." But it was not until just this morning when I had my first phantom pains that it really hit me. I woke up in our hotel room and was getting ready for the day, when suddenly out of the blue there it was, the phantom pains. I went to put my hair into a pony and the pain hit like a semi truck hitting a deer on the interstate. No longer was I a whole person, there was something missing, that possibly could never be replaced. I stood there almost to the point of tears knowing that I had entered a new stage in life. I had joined the ranks of men and women around the world who would always think back to when they were a whole person. The pain comes and goes, but it is only when people stare, that my heart really drops and I think back, to the good ol days. A time when I could go out and not feel like I was different. So if anyone reading this can relate to my story I just want to say that your not alone. After my trip to the Barber I am no longer part of the elite group of mullet sporting people in this wide world! Lehmann

Thanks For The Tea

2007-05-24T05:56:00.000-07:00

Here we are in the incredible town of Darjeeling. It is a unique place where Muslim, Hindu, Buddhist and Christian all live together in peace. On one corner you can see Buddhist monks playing cricket and then with just a glance in the opposite direction you can see a variety of Hindu temples and Muslim Mosques.

Its a place renown for its tea. But many people and especially backpackers that come

through here are on a spiritual pilgrimage to find enlightenment and truth. Therefore it has been a perfect place for YWAM and also for we three to be wandering the streets. Upon arrival into this small city in the Himalayan mountains we found such an incredible group of people here. The team that was in from Oz was just so life giving to the three of us. We had the opportunity to worship with them, share stories of our different adventures and just be revived. They also let us tag along as they hung out with a school for deaf and dumb kids. That was an incredible time as well. I got to just hang out and talk in sign language with some of the kids there. It was slow going but over time the alphabet came back into perspective and I remembered what I had learnt as a kid working at camps. Now we are getting into some practical work here painting and building bunk beds for our friends that are living here in Darjeeling. We have also been able to really live out our faith though in day to day life. Just the other night walking home from supper we met three backpackers that were stranded without a place to stay for the night. So after talking with them for a while and sharing about our trip and what we were doing here, we got the opportunity to show them what we were talking about. Our friend here said that we could sleep on his floor and therefore these three could have our hotel room for the night. With this news we grabbed their bags and walked them across the city to our hotel talking the entire time about the amazing God that we are in relationship with. They ended up being able to get a room of their own at the hotel, which worked out great. I don't think that our talk with them changed their belief in God but maybe it changed their view of Christianity. And just today we were visiting with the new group that showed up here and they were saying that last night they had this great conversation with three backpackers from Europe. As the story went on it was pieced together that it was the same three, and they totally remembered us and were amazed that only a day later they were meeting more Christians that were challenging them to think more about Christianity. So our time here has been quite eventful already with meeting some amazing new friends from all over the world and also being able to really get involved in the community. Lehmann

The pics for India

2007-05-24T05:07:00.000-07:00

When they honk at you, you GET OUTTA THE WAY!!! (check out that gun)

Tashma Hall. (That's as close as we got... )

Temples everywhere...

Ladies watch out!

Kendall... good luck...

Gateway to India.

We were on this train for 26 hours. It was a lot of sleeping, and eating.

Here we were just doing our best to find a ride. Sitting on their roof seemed like a good idea.

India

2007-05-20T22:30:00.000-07:00

Our time in Thailand is over and we are now experiencing all the wonderful things of India. We arrived in New Delhi on the 14th, with very little idea of where we were going and what we were doing. With a spirit of encouragement that our parents left us in Thailand we were feeling optimistic about this friend who replied to Daniel's email. This in itself showed great promise. We got ourselves involved with a small business that sets people up with tours around northern India, in order to book ourselves the best way to meet with our contact. We began to to experience the smooth side of Indian business people who are willing to be your best friend before selling you anything. This new best friend of ours explained our best route to Darjeeling... that we would need to swing by very close to the Tashma Hall, as we waited for our train there. So when we did arrive in Agra we spent our night in a hotel he had booked us in. The next morning we were ready to meet our driver for our tour of the town and of Tashma Hall, followed by getting on our train. The problem was, our driver explained to us there was no train for us to get on, and that if we wanted to catch the train he booked for us we would have to go straight back to New Delhi to make it in time. We had no time for tours, we just had to get right back in that car and drive four hours back. On the way back after driving a while our driver gets another call that we don't need to rush the train we are booked on now is going to leave the next day. We weren't very impressed with the situation and were not very willing to turn our car around to do the tours for the day, so we decided to continue back stopping to see different temples along the way. It was beginning to quite hard to keep that positive excitement that gets you through the hard times. Along with India's cultural differences, like crazy traffic, car horns that seem to be trying to cause people's ears to bleed, and a high expectation for foreigners to leave a hefty tip for every act of service. We were in serious need to find a place to chill (quite literally, 42degrees) and really find some people who were following their hearts by serving God. Our contact here was exactly what we were searching for. We came way up into the mountains into the city of Darjeeling, where our friend met us and helped us find our way around. This city is now in it's warm season as well, but we have found it to be the coldest place we've been in the last six months. These mountains are within viewing distance of the largest mountains in the world, (even Mt. Everest which I've decided to climb, maybe..) So we have now connected with the Christians in this area, and we hope to find a way to keep our days filled with work, Bible studies with the locals, and just meeting the people who live here. There are teams here also doing different programs, which has been a way for us to find good fellowship and have times of worship with them. We're praying God's blessing and protection over you guys as you move on through India. Take care. Kenton. Side note: we're looking into finding a map of this city for our friend to have and we're not very computer inclined, if anyone would have suggestions of how we could piece together a big sweet map of Darjeeling from the Internet, (maybe a good website) let us know...

A Few Pictures ...

2007-05-10T08:09:00.000-07:00

Here are a few quick pictures for you to enjoy ... Kenton's Parents (Ed & Darlene), Dan's Parents (Jake & Loretta), Dan's brother and sister-in-law (Jon & Purdy) and Jordan's Parents (Rick & Caron) are all here in Thailand to visit us.

Bitter Sweet Moments

2007-05-08T08:42:00.000-07:00

Moments in life are precious and for most of us we need a good slap in the face to be reminded of how truly blessed we are. Half way done, or half way to go, depending on which way we look at, but lately for myself it has been half way done and only 6 more to go. Every traveller hits a point where they feel done, finished, ready for home, Well entering Thailand I hit that point. I felt tired of everybody selling me something, tired of having to find a new home every night, tired of ...well everything, Then to my great dismay I lost a dear close friend. Matthew was a great man. Everyone knew him for his laugh and his amazing video's. He brought so much joy to so many people and had a unique presence that made the school FGBC a much better place. The night I lost Matt I felt like giving up. Walking home in the warm night rain on the streets of Bangkok I felt so alone and abandoned. Most people would. Losing somebody close is like having a peice of yourself ripped out and you can never get it back. I know that Matt had so much love for so many, I never felt more encouraged by any person that I have ever known. Matthew had a way of making those around him feel appreciated, feel like every word or every deed that they did mattered. Death has its own way of slapping us in the face to look at our lives, to look at the moments and to cherish those around us and mostly to look up to a loving God and admit our anger, our hurt and even our dissapointment. Just when life seems to fall apart my soverign God always seems to be there. Last Sunday all of our parents came to the Bangkok airport and one day later my brother and sister Jon and Purdy came. It is the kind of moment most people dream about their whole lives. Spending my moments on the other side of the world with most of my family is a dream come true. It is the bittersweet moment that I know came just in time for a man with a broken heart. I cant even begin to share the stories but the days are filled with laughter, excitement, sun and a whole lot of brand new experiences. My heart hurts for Matt and yet I know he is experiencing a deeper peace now than he would have ever found in this life. So as I look to my moments now I cannot help but shout it out that we serve a loving good God. When life hits us in the face with pain and confusion we cannot forget the one who made it all begin. Thanks Father I am a blessed man.

Dan

"Why God..."

2007-04-16T10:47:00.000-07:00

My best friend told me the other day that every time I share a new story with her of God working in my life it reminds her of how intricately God is involved in our lives. I was thinking about this and all the conversations I have had with people all over the world. It seems that everywhere I go people are trying to come up with an explanation to replace a loving caring God. I don’t quite understand this, it almost seems as if a loving caring God seems too good to be true so people try to explain Him away or replace Him with some other religious practice that involves more rules. Well I have always been a loud preacher that our God is intimate and how He will show Himself to those who are available. Well here I am, I couldn't be more available than right now and yet it has been a really hard past few weeks. Looking back today I can of course see God's hand every step of the way but in the moment I remember being extremely confused and I even remember looking up to the raging PNG sun and wondering if God was really there. I remember the morning we tried to cross the border into Papua New Guinea. Everyone told us we needed to apply for our visa's ahead of time but the consulate was closed until the following Tuesday and this was a Saturday so we conjured up all our faith and put ourselves out on the line. I remember riding in our little mini bus on the way to the border, my 40 pound bag on my lap and having such a strong confidence that God was going to show us a miracle and get us across that border. Well 4 hours later we were back to the border town now with no money, the bank closed and huge disappointment on our hearts. I felt hurt like I had been wronged for having faith. It's easy to look back today and tell everyone "oh it was a good character building time, God always uses those moments to test us” but in that moment, I remember sitting on my backpack in that empty gravel parking lot looking out onto the open water of the ocean and asking, "why God...you really hurt me today" not that God had to get us to Indonesia, in fact He doesn’t have to do anything for us I mean really hasn’t He done enough? I have breathe everyday, that’s from Him isn’t it? So I guess what I am trying to say that in those moments when you feel like the world is falling apart and God has let you down don't forget who gave you breathe in the first place. We had a tough weekend waiting for that border to open up but I must say without it being cliché that God was leading our every step and yes my character was stretched. The day we finally got to Indonesia we caught a flight all the way to Jakarta where God blew me away. As we were standing in that airport our hearts beating faster as our bags didn’t show up I remember turning to the guys and saying, "this could really turn into a blessing, lets see what God has up His sleeve” Well a few hours later we found ourselves in a beautiful home, a bowl of rice in front of us and the experience I have always dreamed about. Do you know those times when you imagine something and how amazing it would be? "Oh that would be so cool if we could...” Well mine was to stay in the home of a Muslim family. It was a dream come true, sitting around a table shoveling down rice with our hands and talking about our faiths together. We even asked them to say their prayer in Arabic before the meal and we said ours. Lukeman, Uni, Nova, Feby and Jimmy, here's to you, you are amazing. It is times like those that make me really wonder if the God that we are serving is so much bigger than we think He is. Well to give a brief update things are looking on the up and up for us. South East Asia is an interesting world of scooters and squatty potties. We are always doing our best to be culturally involved but there is something about squatting over a hole with a water hose in your hand that just doesn’t seem right. But I suppose Malaysia is an upgrade from the Indonesian culture, which will look at you funny if you use your left hand for eating because the hose doesn’t exist in Indonesia but rather a bucket of water, you figure out the rest. We had great day touring the booming metropolis of Singapore and hope to be in Thailand in 2 days time. We are all excited to be on the road again and can’t wait for our parents to get here in 2 weeks. Things are feeling pretty positive for us and on the bright side of things Jordan finally saw the doctor about his rash he has been hiding and the doctor tells Jordan he has got to start wearing underwear, if only he had listened to his mother a long time ago, but as all rebellion has a consequence now Jordan has met his, so after he figured what size he might be after the last time (10 years ago) he got some brand new briefs. So Jordan is feeling much better and should be up and kicking in at least a weeks time. As for my skin fungus my stubbornness has yet to give in and it only grows but I am sure it will go away any day now. Well as the good Lord gives us breathe and leads our every step, we shall follow. Daniel

Jakarta

2007-04-14T20:49:00.000-07:00

After leaving PNG we had a strong sense lingering with us of caution. Thinking 'what else will go wrong?'. For example when we sitting on the plane to leave Jayapura, still we questioned if we were truly able to leave, or if at any moment the flight attendant may come and ask us to get off for some kind of delay. However, I had a strong hope and belief that God will not delay our plans any further as we left PNG. On Wednesday we caught a flight across Indonesia Landing in Jakarta in the evening. When we got off the plane to collect our bags we could not find them, any of them. I remembered our ticket stubs for our bags were on my ticket, which I had left in the pocket in front of my seat on the plane. We had no bags, and no proof that we had bags. It happened to be a flight where we left more things in our undercarriage than ever before. Panic struck the three of us, and perhaps anger towards me for the loss of the stubs. We stood there in the empty airport in a foreign country with no bags, no plan, and no one we knew. Hard to imagine that God was working out a pretty sweet deal for us. An airport worker named Lukeman walked up to us with his airport uniform, he asked us what our situation was, and began working to solve our problem. He sent people to retrieve the ticket from the plane, called all the airports of our transfers, and began doing everything possible to track our lost luggage. Lukeman assured us that perhaps the flights tomorrow would bring our bags if we came back the next day. But he was unable to get us a hotel because he could not contact anyone to authorize that payment. He began to look for anyway to help us, and found that all he could offer was him home. We were shocked, he was willing take us three foreigners into him home until he found our luggage. A few minutes later he received a call from his people that were searching. They informed Lukeman that our bags were found in a warehouse and would be 10 minutes for them to get them to us. We when we finally had our bags in our hands, and our stress lifted from us. Lukeman said to us, we would still be able to stay with him in his home if we liked his offer. We did like it and took his offer and went home from work with him, and met his entire Muslim family that soon became our huge blessing. We spent the next three days with the family, eating with them in their beautiful home and going with them to the Fantastic World Theme Park with the family. In our 3-day stay with the family, we learnt so much about the Indonesian Culture, the Muslim traditions and met new people who we hope to someday visit again. We found that having our luggage misplaced was the way God lead us to meet a different culture in a foreign place through a very great family. Kenton

Escape From PNG

2007-04-14T20:26:00.000-07:00

What should have been a simple two day exit route became a stretched out Jail sentence of two weeks. No matter how hard we tried we could not get transport to leave the country. We took a PMV to Madang and even on the way there, a simple taxi ride, the driver got stuck in a river and we had to help to get unstuck and outta the river. Then once we arrived in Madang, we booked our boat tickets to go to Vanamo. But then outta nowhere the day we planned to leave on the boat, there was a tsunami warning and everything was shut down. The boats were delayed, everyone had abandoned the city. People were left waiting for food in restaurants and everyone was running down the streets in a panicked state. So then we had to figure out how to get a refund for our boat tickets and get another way outta Madang. We found a plane ticket but it only went half way, so we took it. That flight brought us to Wewak, from there all the boats and flights were cancelled because of the tsunami, so we spent some time there trying to get away. Finally a guy gave us a ride to the next town and said that there would be boats from there. So we took the ride and went to Adepai where we ended up having to wait again for a little banana boat to take us to Vanamo. After watching heaps of boats leave with out us, a local man helped us to get on board one of these little vessels. From there it was a five-hour ride filled with big waves, water splashing and really sore bums. But we were excited because we had made it to Vanamo, and therefore we were just a short one-hour drive from the border and freedom! But then as soon as we got our hopes up the famous PNG saying, "Expect the unexpected" happened yet again. Because of the Easter holiday everything was closed down for the next five days. The consulate was closed, the borders were closed, all of the stores were closed, and even the banks were not open. So during that time we lived off of crackers and noodles. Once our money ran out we started a tab with a little snack shop so we could still get noodles to eat. It was a complete ruckus, and we were not impressed by the whole scenario. But after a short five-day wait there we finally got a visa to enter Indonesia and we caught the first PMV that we could get and made our escape from PNG! I am really hoping that the movie about this part of our trip is released soon. Although I am not so sure if it will be a suspense movie or a comedy! Either way we escaped and we are now on our journey to meet our parents in Thailand! Lehmann

2007-04-01T17:55:00.000-07:00

We will be entering into a stint of travel from Madang to Indo. Where we may not have much internet access, so we will be having to respond to you emails and comments at a latter date. Off for now. We have a boat to catch.

Ukurumpa Life

2007-03-29T00:13:00.000-07:00

Our time here in Papua New Guinea, although different from what we had anticipated has been full of blessings. The renovation project on the teen center has been coming along slow and steady. Which truly is encouraging to see. It is something tangible that is growing each day and we see the results of our labor. Also we have been blessed so much by the community here. Different families have gone out of their way to have us over for meals. So here is a big shout out to the Clements, Russells and the Banks. Thank you so much for opening your homes and tables to us and especially thank you for the friendship that you have shown to we three. Just recently the opportunity came up to go on a medical excursion to a small village. As we pulled up in our land cruiser all of the small children of the village ran behind the SUV yelling and waving with big smiles on their faces. In the village everyone was bare feet and lived in small grass huts. Playing with the kids and entertainment fell upon us as the nurses examined the babies and sick in the village. So we played games with the kids and mostly ran around laughing and chasing them. We also had the chance to put on a small concert for the village which was a fantastic sight. A whole village gathered around the three of us while we sang worship songs and praised our Lord. They kept shouting for more songs every time we tried to stop. But eventually one of the guitar strings gave out and it brought the music to an end. This past weekend we were honored to be asked to chaperone the grade 12 guys road trip to Lae, a small city on the coast. The weekend was an amazing time of swimming, playing full contact sports and having some amazing talks with the guys. It was such a privilege getting to know these young men who are about to be stepping into a new world of work, university and figuring out a new step in life. We got to share our stories about college and what we have experienced since leaving high school. We are hoping to see some of these guys in November when we get home attending FGBC, the college we all went to. Tomorrow is our last full day here in Ukurumpa and although we are excited to get back on the road we will also be sad to leave such good friends behind and the distinct land of PNG. This far corner of the world although remote and difficult to get to is an amazing place. It is a land of contrasts, people who can be ferocious warriors and also the most friendly loving people willing to walk an extra mile to help a person out. Because of the tribal living here it is still a country of different dialects, tribal warfare and close family bonds , but it lacks the unity as a whole nation because of these unique aspects. I do not think that we will find a place like it in the rest of the world. We have been blessed to be here, it has left a mark on all three of us in many distinct ways. Lehmann

Life on the Colony

2007-03-10T18:19:00.000-08:00

A few months ago when booking plane tickets I thought to myself, If we fly into Bali Indonesia it's really close to Papua New Guinea so we should have no trouble finding transport into the country. Well we did find transport but I wouldn’t exactly say that it was easy. After 2 small domestic flights, 4 days stranded in a small town, 1 day sitting in a consulate office for visas, 5 hours in an extremely smelly cramped mini bus and 1 walk across a river we have arrived. I would like to say it is the hardest travel we have done so far but fortunate for us most people in this county actually speak English making finding information extremely. I must say that the people of PNG are the most friendly people we have met in the 12 countries so far. Everyone we meet goes out of their way to guide us around. We even had a fellow take us around the entire town of Vanimo. Vanimo is a small town on the border of PNG. We arrived to this town in hopes of catching a boat south seeing as how roads do not exist. We found out the boat comes once a week and just left the previous day. So we booked a flight hoping to leave the next day. After them filling the plane without us we had to wait out the weekend, then on Monday the plane didn’t show up and so Tuesday late afternoon we took the 2 hour 10 passenger plane to the city of Madang, city of flying foxes (gigantic bats filling the skies). With hearts of expectation we entered PNG and being stranded in Vanimo was one of those moments where you keep looking over your shoulder wondering what God had up His sleeve. Well, we were quickly introduced to the Mr. John Barry. John came to PNG as a lay missionary years ago and today runs a shipping company and grocery store. We were told he had a cheap guesthouse for us to stay in. What the town people don't know is that by cheap he means free! Vanimo is a peninsula beach town and in fact feels just like a small island. Every person we walked by said hello and most shook our hands. We quickly found ourselves on the beach with about 25 little black kids, throwing them through the air into the water and building sweet sand castles. We had a great time and yet again God was faithful to cross our paths with many people giving us multiple opportunities to share our faith. We eventually got to Madang and took the 5 hour van ride up to the mountains of PNG. The highway bridge was out so we walked across and transferred vans a very interesting experience. When we arrived to Ukarumpa it was like nothing was had expected or hoped. We are pretty much living on a missionary version of a Hutterite colony. This is a center for people translating the Bible into the surrounding tribal languages and so the missionaries all kind of conglomerate together. I am positive it is the biggest missionary center in the world. With over 1000 missionaries all living in one small gated community. So we found ourselves doing to prep to frame an addition on the youth building. We had high hopes of living and working in some foreign village in the heart of PNG and this place is sure foreign alright but in a whole different way. The people here are great and we know that God has things in store. The work that Wycliff does here is fascinating and we are pleased to be a part of it for this short time. Dan

Prayer Request

2007-02-25T18:57:00.000-08:00

Well we are at somewhat of a standstill right now in our journey. We just arrived here in Bali a little while ago and the plan was to travel slowly through Indo to Papua New Guinea and there build a school. But it looks as though this is going to be extremely difficult and very expensive. So apparently there are no flights from here to PNG unless we go back through Australia. Which would cost around three thousand for us to do that. So now we are looking into taking a shipping route that leads us from Dempansar to Jayapura. Then from there we would have to somehow charter a boat into PNG and then take transport of somekind to our destination in PNG. This is all a lot to consider and pray about. Our desire is to be in the will of God wherevere that leads us and whatever that cost may be. We are aware of the many different ministries here in Indo as well as all around South East Asia that we can get involved with. But we are truly seeking the Lords direction for what to do. So please we ask that anyone reading this would pray for wisdom and discernment for the three of us. That we would know without a shadow of a doubt where our next steps should be. We are stoked for the unknown adventures that lay before us and what God has in store over the next little while. Thank you so much for your prayers, we look forward to seeing where they take us. Lehmann

Bali

2007-02-25T00:34:00.000-08:00

As we walked out of the airport here in Bali, we were able to pause and smile as we look around seeing the prices. Australia was wonderful, and God provided for our needs while we were there, but I've found a bit of ease coming to a place where you have such cheep prices.

Yesterday I was laying on the beach and was approached by a man selling a cross bow and a blow dart gun, both of which you would clearly need while relaxing on the ocean side. I began considering how ridicules it would be for me to buy this. So my response was clear that I didn't want it. However, because of my persistence in not wanting to buy, the price began dropping rapidly... By the time I had Him down to $1 U.S. I began to inspect it and ask him to demonstrate how well it worked, as I was suspicious of my incredible bartering skills. It seemed like a great purchase but as I thought of trying to explain to officials at customs the reason for carrying a blow dart gun, I decided not to buy. Jordan although, came to Bali with an agenda, as you find in the picture above, he was able to find a few ladies who were willing to give his mullet braided extensions. As we all know the anticipation of having a long flowing mullet is just excruciating, and he was able to speed it up for a small price. Unfortunately the braids were not able to withstand the crashing waves of a few days of surfing, and he will just have to wait the old fashion way. As the saying goes 'good things come to those who wait.'

We have been able to rent scooters since we've been here, and go surfing which has been a blast. But the interesting part of being here in this country is their rituals. The Hindu life is so incredibly different, they have such a respect for people pasted on and it is seen everywhere. People each day lay burning incense with special flowers and crackers all over in respect to their Hindu way of thinking. There is a large spectrum of what people think about religion or purpose in life. Often the travelers of the world we meet, are very open to many things and committed to living life as they feel is right. Now we are meeting a culture of people who have a belief system that leads them to perform rituals each day, and it has been a part of their lives from a very young age. We hope to explore more into the thinking of the Hindu religion to find more of how their worldview allows them to find purpose and happiness. It has been so incredible meeting so many people and learning about how they live and what they live life for. It has been cool to even sometimes share our own view of life. For the next little while we will be traveling an unknown path east, and would appreciate your prayers. Kenton.

Meeting Mick Dundee

2007-02-19T04:15:00.000-08:00

The three weeks in Australia is coming to an end. It has been a fascinating time of meeting amazing people that have blessed us immensely. I have found that coming to Byron Bay has led me into a time of rejuvenation. I have been inspired to dream and think of fresh new ideas for my life and for the future. There is a brilliance to this little surf community that inspires the soul and makes ones spirit jump to life. A big part of this inspiration is just the accepting people here. They have reached out to us so much and just made us feel at home. And truly it has been not like just visiting, but instead a place where we could be ourselves a true home filled with family. We have discovered so many individuals that just on a day to day basis go out of there way to demonstrate their faith in practical ways. Whether that is taking a hitch hiker the extra five miles, or just taking the time to listen to how someone is feeling in any particular moment. I have drank deep of this unique culture, the surf, the BBQ's and the people, and that has left a permanent mark upon my character. Lehmann

One step at a time

2007-02-16T13:29:00.000-08:00

Landing into Australia was almost like coming home, I say almost cause it is plus 35 instead of -35. Everywhere we turned we could hear English, it was a beautiful sound. The streets are paved everywhere we can communicate with everyone and they even have real Nacho's. Yes coming to Australia has been a very nice breather. Before arrival we all really felt like God had something in store for aussie so we didn't make any calls except to the legendary Cortez who has been our fourth traveller for the past 2 weeks. After meeting Curtis in Sydney we rented a car and went inland where we found ourselves picking pumpkins in the 36 degree sun. It was less than exciting but more than boring and we payed for our time here in aussie. We hit the North Coast and found ourselves in a town called Byron bay not knowing a soul, where to go or what to do. This is where the one step at a time comes in. I have found that it is in the moments of complete availability that we really see the divine hand of God in our lives. And when we step out He is more than faithful. We found out there was a YWAM base here and so showed up after many wrong turns we were welcomed with open arms and have had a blast with them ever since. We also found ourselves in a little church called the surfside church, upon the first 10 minutes of arrival Pastor Sid asked if we would do the service on Sunday morning. So here we are I still have to try to think of how in the world we got here. I remember the 3 of us prayed one night in Tahiti and God giving us such a peace that He had something in Store for Australia and that He had people there that He wanted us to meet. Everyday we are meeting new people and sharing our faith and the stories of our lives. YWAM does some awesome things. We did a free BBQ yesterday and leave right away to do another. God is moving in Australia and we are delighted to be a part of it for this short time. Dan

Tahiti

2007-02-01T22:07:00.000-08:00

We arrived in Sydney Aus. today have been waiting to write more about our time in Tahiti. As you can see Tahiti is absolutely breath taking. It has so much beauty in every corner of the island, however this beauty has a cost. Tahiti is one of the most expensive places in the world. When we arrived in Tahiti to the capital city of Papetee, we were still very unsure of what the Lord had for us while we were there... like most places. We began staying in the down town area of Papetee the first few days while we became familiar with the people, the culture and began preparing for the youth night that we were guests for. The church had organized an outreach night for any young person who was interested, right in down town Papetee, called Marama Night "Light Night". We prepared by handing out flyers to the people on the streets, (all to french speaking people) simply telling everyone to come to our party. We each prepared a testimony dealing one with faith, another with hope, and the last being love. We performed a short skit, and did a few English song for them. It was a very fun night as we shared with the people through a translator and watched other people share as well. We were really able to experience the flavor of the traditional culture of Tahiti during our stay. There were traditional dances and songs that were very unique to island culture that was really great for us to experience. After Marama Night we moved out to the rural area of the island and stayed at the church, where we were surrounded by mountains, rivers, ocean, and waterfalls. The two greatest things about Tahiti for me was the beautiful creation of the island, it was something that was able to often stop me in my tracks to simply stare and be in awe of God's had of beauty in creation. The second was the people in the Church. This church was an obvious example of people being a light in the darkness. A large reason I decided to travel the world was to see the different lights in the world and to see how each one reflects God's light uniquely. This Church was truly seeking to know God more, and to seek after a Kingdom of God here and now. This Church has shown us that God has plans for the people in Tahiti, and things are underway for big changes. This has inspired the three of us as we spent our days with them that we can truly, offer everything to God for him to prove his faithfulness to us. We have been beginning to see that God desires to bless his children, and to show himself as miraculous, as Jesus knows and even his disciples began to understand God to be. In return for all that the church has done for us we were able to help repair their floor and extend the front stage, and a few other odds and ends. I do feel that as we helped out with a few jobs at the church they most definitely did so much for us with meals and beds to sleep in. Our time in Tahiti should have been the most expensive 10 days of the trip, but has proven to be the time we spent the least, to the credit of the Tahitian generosity. We were very excited seeing the Lord's will unfold while we were there. And we also pray that God has used us as a vessel for His message to His people in Tahiti. Kenton

Soul Trek

2007-01-26T10:08:00.000-08:00

Life over the past number of weeks has been a journey of distance and of the soul. In Bolivia we had many adventures of going 4x4ing and getting stuck in the jungle, taking a group of kids to the zoo in Santa Cruz and building great friendships. But for me it was travelling from Bolivia to Los Angeles that really made me think and realize many things about life and the culture of Central and South America and also the culture of North America. In South America we live in a mentality of orphan children, it’s a place where many have no father to look up to and have been abandoned to the streets or abusive homes. The country of Bolivia has so much beauty that is hidden behind a veil of poverty and oppression. And these things people think can be solved with money and economic development. But then when I return to the United States I see a different view. It is a country of beauty hidden behind a materialistic and shallow mask. A country that has the money and a developed economy. But what they lack is the same as those that reside to the South of them. It is a lack of love and acceptance. We all feel the insecurity of being vulnerable and therefore we put masks over our true selves. Whether it comes across as a tough street kid who will never let himself cry or as a man driving a new Bentley and only thinking of himself and his world. Maybe we all try to hide behind a mask of some sort to protect our true self. When what we need is to open up and be vulnerable to the only person that can save us from ourselves. I am really not sure of the answers but I know that I want to make a difference in people’s lives. I want to love people unconditionally just as I am loved and who knows maybe it will rub off and create a chain reaction where we all begin to let our true beauty hang out. Hey I also want to just give a big shout out to Ken Switzer our friend and great host, also to Jake and Dorothy for the great home cooked meal and last but not least our family in the United States the Trosts, thanks for the short but so sweet fellowship while we passed through and also to Jackie and Danny, thanks for putting up with all of our antics! Much love, Lehmann.

Dream

2007-01-24T20:14:00.000-08:00

Have you ever had one of those moments where you have to keep pinching yourself because you could swear that you were inside one of your dreams. These last 2 months I have seen things I never imagined and found myself in some pretty amazing situations that I will always look back on with a large smile but this past weekend for me was a completely different story. I was literally inside one the dreams that I kept having. Tears fill my eyes sometimes when I think of the people in my life. I have heard the saying that a true friend is someone willing to lay down their life down for another but how often does that really happen, I mean really we throw that off like some distant ideology of a friend but when it comes down to it many of us are not willing to take the worst seat in a car for a friend. However I do have a friend who takes this to a whole new level. Sacrifice describes him in so many ways. He has done something for me that I never thought possible. He may never understand how much it meant to me and I have no way of telling him. I would say this. When God puts amazing people in your life, don’t look over their shoulder but cherish them, sometimes the people we idealize are right in front of us. I had the best weekend in my life! We had a great breakfast with the Trosts on our way through Orlando before spending the weekend in LA with Jordan's really cool cousins. Our plane ride to L.A. was the longest one I have ever taken not in literal time but in mental time. I found myself 30,000 feet up in air and shaking uncontrollably, my hands sweating, and my heart taking the liberty of beating double time. I don’t know if I have ever been that excited in my life, and I must say that I get excited often. We landed and I found myself in the arms of a beautiful young woman, My very lovely girlfriend Kendall, Yep its true, at least I think it was cause I pinched myself enough that I still feel it. Walking the streets of Los Angeles and running our toes through the sand of Santa Monica beach was a memory sure to stick in my mind. Renee and Kendall flew down to meet us for the weekend and what a refreshing, heart wrenching weekend it was. Talk about being in the moment of your wildest dreams and that was it! Words do not do any justice to say how much I appreciate the people in my life and the sacrifice some of them make. So Nigel here's to you, I couldn’t ask for a more true friend and Renee you rock any time you want to swim in sub degree ocean water I am by your side and I must tell the world that I have the best girlfriend in the world She is the most beautiful, sensitive and understanding person that I know and the whole world ought to know it, So thanks Kendall. What I am trying to say is I am a blessed man. I don’t deserve any of this and yet I have a heavenly father who delights in giving good gifts to His children, He Loves to do things like this and smile down on His kids. I am finding that the more we make ourselves vulnerable to our God He does things like this that really blow a person away and question the reality of their existence. In moments such as this past weekend I have to really question dreams vs reality and how phenomenal it is when the 2 become one in the same.

Daniel

Rubbing Shoulders

2007-01-12T12:01:00.000-08:00

Last night we had a great opportunity. We me up with some Ywam'ers and hit the downtown streets of Santa Cruz. Walking down those dirty streets rubbing shoulders with the poorest of the poor is one of those things in life that you will always look back on in life when you are complaining about your food not being hot enough or too much sugar in your coffee. Its the flashbacks to those images that I know will pop up next time I open my mouth to complain. The poorest people in Boliva live here. Bolivia is the poorest country in the America's next to Haiti. So you can imagine despair. Most of the people we interacted with in our short time were having their wounds properly cleaned by the Ywam'ers or leaning up against cars sniffing some illegal shoe glue in order to get a high and escape their world while the missionaries spoke words of love to them. These words of love go a far way. People need to know they are loved by something greater than their world. It would be great to rip them off the streets and put them up in a beautiful home but reality be known, many would wander their way back in a matter of days. It breaks my heart to see the pull of drugs on the dear lives of God's children, and not just drugs but toxic glue! It opens one's eyes to see this hurt in the eyes of Gods dear children. It makes the ministry of Nacer and so many other children's homes in Bolivia come alive when you see where these kids are coming from. Just 2 nights ago I was sitting playing worship songs in Spanish with the very guys who have successfully walked away from this world. Jordan and I also had an epic water fight with two of the guys late at night, (how many times can you say that about January huh?) Well Bolivia has been great, hard to believe in less than a week we will be on the West coast, and from there the tiny Island of Tahiti. The adventures ahead are intimidating but exciting we look forward to what God has ahead in the next few weeks. Daniel

Seeing More

2007-01-06T04:49:00.000-08:00

Hearing from home has been awesome, it turns out that since we´ve left everyone has decided their gonna get married. This must have been the most romantic Christmas holidays ever. Maybe it was a little something like this Latin culture we are seeing; in the parks, the restaurants, back streets, front streets. They let everyone know they´ve found romance. "It´s not wrong it´s just different." That is something Ken has reminded us of often, usually when we are in traffic or paying more then their advertised price. (ALWAYS... probably cause we´re white) Right now the boys from the home are at camp for the week, and Ken has taken us to Cochabamba, to show us this very beautiful city. It was a 9 hour drive through incredible mountain scenery. The road varied from smooth pavement curves, that you would simply love to drive a sport bike through, to a wash out with rocks and mud and no pavement. We had a nail pop into a tire when we were near a summit (far from anywhere) that we had to hurry to some village to find a tire guy before we got flat. When we finally did stop to fix the tire, we had it fixed with a plug and were charged $1.50 and Ken also gave him his coke. These mountain people are very often poor, working very hard for very little. They have a short stature often with round wind burnt faces. Many of these women come to the cities to beg on the streets with their children. Unlike Canada, there are no government social programs for these people to get money. It seems that instead of welfare we are all faced in person by the people that we should all contribute to. This poverty is very unavoidable and forces to you ask yourself if you will give to the poor, and how much. A very difficult challenge day to day. This lack of money seems to disprove the old saying `money is nothing´ for these people the importance of money is very real, and quite sad. Because I find that with the constant worry of having enough money, and it having such an importance, other valuable and important things are lost. Some have lost joy, hope, and their faith is tested. Some of these people need to find someone to lift them up. I have prayed that they would receive the hand of God in their lives, and bless them, with faith, hope, and love. God may want to do this through people that are able and I also pray that we would all respond to our calls. Jesus´ life example and message of the `The Kingdom of God´ is much more than a personal message of how I should live. It should also apply to how we should all work together as a church, community, province or country to live that example. Perhaps greater than ourselves, we may have a calling as church, town, country that is very real and not to be ignored. Lets pray for these people. - Kenton- (Feel free to comment more on this more.)

Pictures

2007-01-01T13:57:00.000-08:00

Hey ya'll we finally got our pics figured out. They are a little out of order but that was kinda part of the process of figuring out how to get them on the blog again. Well enjoy and be blessed. Lehmann

Feliz Ano Nuevo

2007-01-01T12:29:00.000-08:00

Well it is the new year. I can hardly believe that 2006 has slipped through our fingers so incredibly fast. I can remember back to the beginning when I was thinking about the fact of going back to school. It was a very exciting time, where I did not know what to expect or how things would go. But that semester went like a flash, from getting my sweet dorm room with an incredible balcony that overlooked a sea of openness. To the excitement of ditchboarding behind Mavis' truck and the epic feeling of graduation. Then there was the summer of working different jobs and dreading work until I was taken under the wing of Daryl Bueckert. All of a sudden waking up in the morning and going to work was a chance to go be with some of my closest friends. A place of encouragement, somewhere that made time speed by from day to day. And soon after we were moved out of our place in saskatoon and prepping for this trip. This journey has been a blur of latin culture. People that speak from their hearts, and are filled with life giving energy. These past two months on the road have humbled me and taught me the love of Christ. A love that stretches to all people and needs to be shown by us the body in practical expressions. I have seen the need for father figures, financial aid, political changes, social programs and more importantly a church that lives out their convictions. I have seen how beautiful she looks in places and I have seen nothing in places. In all I am so grateful for the experiences of this past year. They have developed a depth of character in each one of us that excites me and will hopefully have prepared us for whatever lies ahead. Lehmann

Green Christmas

2006-12-24T10:29:00.000-08:00

We finally made our destination. It feels so good to be staying in a home and to be far away from buses. I haven't ridden in a bus or a taxi for almost a week and it feels almost heavenly. Since we got to town we have been helping a mission in the city of Santa Cruz who is feeding 4500 homeless people for Christmas. We are the delivery boys I guess you could say, hauling ovens and an entire cow, in parts of course. Last night we went to the streets and began to hand out meals to the homeless and we literally saw people crawl out of the sewers to come have a meal. Once again I am humbled, I have learnt that I need a lot of this whole humbling thing in order for God to use me. When I look at what we have done for work in the past week, month I can´t list too many things and it frustrates me sometimes cause I am a real doer, I like to see physical accomplishment. But all three of us can quickly agree that their has been a dynamic work in progress and it has been in our hearts, in our character, the way we treat one another, our attitude towards the frustrations of cultures and the list carries on. I am beginning to grasp the concept that God will always be stretching our character and causing us to grow for as long as we all live. It is marvelous really to think that the God of all the earth takes delight in us and is not content to leave us where we are. Christmas is a heartbreaking time for us and we cannot help but think of home. When you really love people I think you really can actually hurt to not be with them. The missing home changes from memories to a pain in ones heart that makes you want to do anything to take your mind off of home. I love my family, I love them more than words can describe and I cannot help but image them at home today surrounded by all the beautiful snow. Bolivia is a different world at Christmas, there are lights everywhere and loud music to celebrate. Traditionally here the Christmas starts tonight and goes all night with loud music, lots of food and lots of family and friends. We will spend our Christmas eve at the home for homeless boys. It is where we are spending our next month. Hanging our with boys ages 10-19 who have literally come to the home straight from the streets. Tonight we will celebrate the Lords birth with them. It is truly a time to celebrate as we can see the redemptive power of Jesus in the lives of these youth. So as we are missing home in our hearts we will celebrate with our Latin brothers and sisters a green Christmas here in Bolivia! Daniel

Seeing Snow

2006-12-18T12:05:00.000-08:00

It was late last night that we three passed through the Andes Mountain range. It was a long and cold bus ride, something that we did not anticipate. But as the sun arose over the great peaks I saw my first snow of the season. It was illuminated brilliantly by the sun and reminded me of home and the deep snow that has engulfed our farm over this past month. Since leaving Quito we have been blessed abundantly in our travels. We had the oppourtunity to meet four other travellers that spoke english and who were wandering down the same path as us for a brief time. They were incredible people and encouraged our spirits greatly. There is something about good conversation that can just transform a 35 hour bus trip into a highlight. Along with these amazing new friends we have also been able to see much of the unique country side that is solely Peru. From Ecuador to Peru the landscape has changed in drastic ways. Ecuador was a magnificent view of mountains and thick vegetation. But it was almost as if a line had been drawn between the two countries. Peru´s coast was an absolute desert. A place filled with massive dunes and rock. And then along the road small communities of people who have carved an existense out of the barren wasteland. In Lima we stayed with our friends in a nice little hostal close to the ocean. There we had an oppourtunity to surf and hang out with some of the locals. From Lima we ventured out to a small oasis town in the middle of the desert called Huacachina. It was there that we got to try some sand boarding on the dunes of Peru and also cruise around in dune buggies. We are slowly learning that no matter what the sign advertises it is rarely that which you expect. Prices and times are constantly adjusted to whatever the sign is not saying. So with only one more long bus ride ahead of us we are all sitting and waiting here in La Paz with anticipation. Please pray for patience as many things on this journey have seemed to get lost in translation with the locals. Also pray for our time in Santa Cruz with Ken Switzer, that we can be a huge blessing and encouragement to his ministry. Lehmann

Quito

2006-12-09T16:32:00.000-08:00

It´s beginning to look a lot like Christmas. Shops filled with gifts and shoppers, Santa is visiting in every mall. There is shiny wrapping paper and Christmas candy in each window. The palm trees are being lit with many different lights, and the weather has dropped as low as 20 degrees C. We found ourselves playing in a Nativity scene, on a shore line park of Panama City. While we were in Panama we saw the Canal, many ships, and beautiful views of the large downtown of Panama´s tall skyline. It is very beautiful there. We found that, like Costa Rica, Panama is very Americanised. Even their currency is American dollars. Our short stay in Panama held us back from a deep look into the Christian lives being lived. The people of Panama, were incredibly loving, and warm to others, but it is an openness that is not searching. Perhaps the 'in your face' message of the fires of Hell we saw while we were there, is not the Grace and Truth Christ intends for these people. To relate to this culture is with warmth and love. The most foreign part to these people, is good examples of father figures, who display commitment and responsibility to their children, who will also be those supporters in the future. Now we are in Quito, Ecuador, searching for direction in our travels. We are awaiting God to teach us about this country, to show us his sorrows and victories. We are living in a hostel, that is very cheep and has been a very in depth look at a specific need God has in this City. We feel we are called to spend some time praying for victory in a spiritual battle, and to ask for Cleansing. If you can help us pray for this break through, change will begin. We expect God has us called here to be his, and that we would share his love with people here that he loves. Today our experience of the city was very rich, we went to a hill top that looks out over the city of 2 million people as we suspect. An incredible view of the city´s rolling hills, spotted with large catholic churches everywhere. We even got to check out Huge Cathedral Tomorrow we expect to seek deeper into the life of Quito, and maybe find more to do. In the next few days we will be continuing further south by bus to Peru, and down to Bolivia, where we are excited to meet with Ken Switzer. Thank you for praying for us. Kenton

Panama City

2006-12-07T09:03:00.000-08:00

We are here in Panama city. Our back up plan of leaving will be flying further South on friday, but we are also searching options of transportation possibly water. Today we went to the Panama Canel and watched a huge ship pass from the Pacific on it´s way to the Atlantic. We are very excited to see the plan unfold, as we continue our journey to Bolivia. We would ask that you would pray for our hearts and minds to be open to hear God as we plan, also that we would have unified thinking. We are very greatful for the many blessings from the People in Costa Rica and pray blessings over them. The Guys, in Panama City.

Words cannot do Justice

2006-12-04T12:36:00.000-08:00

This morning I woke up once again needed to look around the room for a while before realizing where I was. It's still hard to believe I am in Central America, a completely different world from my home. Words cannot describe nor pictures contain the experiences that I already hold in my heart after only such a short time. The small town of Poas on the side of a Volcano now holds not only memories but experiences, the kind that sit deep inside your soul and begin eroding away at some of the deep misconceptions you have had about people, and the way you thought life ought to be. Tico people are simple yet so incredibly vibrant in color, affection, music and worship. From the first day I felt that I was at home in a foreign community with a foreign language. I really have to laugh looking back now only days later. We went to peoples homes who didn't speak a lick of English and our Spanish has been very limited to the point of what Tico's call Nada. Yet amazingly it was not so much the work we did at the farm or the singing in church that I think back on as the impact we left rather it was the times sharing meals in homes. Often after our meal of rice and beans was finished they would find a guitar take me to a relatives house where all the rest of the brothers, nephews, neices, grandparents ect. ect. were and they would kindly ask me to sing a song or two, or many. I was overwhelmed at these experiences my heart bouncing not with nervousness but a joy for singing love songs to my Lord with my spanish friends, some of whom likely were not Christians. Then the best part always came when they would sing some songs for us! I cherish those times of deep fellowship. It taught me that you don't always need words to truly connect with people, the smiles and the gestures exchanged between them and us spoke a lot more loudly that most words I have spoken. It has really been a blessing to have music and I am content that I don't need any kind of special talent in order to do so. Just two nights ago we sat in the small apartment of some newfound German friends and had a wonderful time of worship, to them it spoke much more loudly because in Germany worship in such a setting is an unheard of event. God has been faithful to open our eyes everyday to see glimpses of His heart in the people we meet. One day last week we took a drive to a place they call ''little hell'' it is a large drug traffic area with elementry schools all around. We met a man and wife who feed the children in this broken neighborhood out of their own income which comes from selling temales wrapped in Banana leaves on the street. My heart was broken I couldn't help but think about all the things that I have, usless toys, clothes I don't need, junk food I always buy and mounds of usless expensive things that to a North American seem like a staple. Their income was less that 400 dollars a month and from that they feed over 70 children a day! Wow. I want to let the Lord break my heart for the things that break His heart. I believe this was one of them. I have learned a lot about culture and I have seen a lot of glimpses to things that I want to learn. Mostly things of Character as that is what traveling usually seems to do. I can feel myself changing from the man I was a year ago or even a month ago. Today I turn 24 it is a sobering day for me because I feel very far from home, I often feel like I need to be acclomplishing things in my life and learning some kind of carreer and here I am playing with kids and lounging around in Costa Rica. But if I have learnt one thing in my 24 years, it has been that there is no better place in the whole world than to be in the will of God. He has so many good things in store for each person if we would only stop and listen. Obedience means sacrifice but it leads to a world of blessings that can never be found alone. I miss home today my mother always made the best cakes. If I could ask for one thing for my birthday it would be to have strength to walk in obedience every day of my life and that it would speak loudly so others might desire to do the same. Thanks again for your prayers we can literally feel a wall of protection in dark places. Daniel

Pura Vida!

2006-12-02T11:44:00.000-08:00

Status Of Faith

2006-12-02T00:02:00.000-08:00

Today was a dose of reality for the three of us. For today we left our home in Poas and returned to San Jose. This past week has been a time of challenge, refreshment and more than anything a time of becoming family. It started off being blessed by a fellow Canadian who owns a bed and breakfast here in Costa Rica. His name was Martin Borner and the place was Posada Mimosa. When we arrived the sun was just beginning to set below the mountains. The flowers seemed to be illuminated from an inner light and the air was moist and warm. As I looked around, the view almost brought me to the point of tears. It was a glimpse of Heaven reminding me that we are only passing through, the great treasures lie on the other side of life for those who choose them. The evening consisted of a wonderful meal, poolside, with fantastic company and conversation. It was a blessing like no other I have had. From there we journeyed to the magnificent city of Poas, where we spent the next week. To try and capture this experience in words could never do it justice. The people are so vibrant and filled with life. They embraced us as family and took us into there homes for meals and fellowship. We felt so welcomed into their community, that leaving has been quite a difficult ordeal. The youth of Poas were incredible, not for a moment did we feel like outsiders, despite the language barrier. Thinking back, I have what seems to be a lifetime of stories just from this past week. And although I do not have the time to wright them I ask you to think of truly incredible relationships in your life and cherish them. I have realized that we three are in a school of grand proportions this next year. Where we will have the opportunity to learn from so many individuals. The people here taught me the embrace of hospitality and fellowship. And that to give of self is more precious than any amount. So I ask that if your praying for us pray for unity and that we will be developed into men of Godly character. I desire to learn hospitality and to be someone who reaches out to those around me. Here are some pics of the people and scenery from this past weeks adventures. Much love and Pura Vida! Lehmann

Weekend at the Beach

2006-11-20T20:40:00.000-08:00

Friday night we decided enjoy the company of our hosts by cooking a meal for the family. It may not have been the best meal, but we did enjoy their great German flavored company. They also told us a place we should visit this weekend, on the Pacific coast, called Jaco. So as they advised us we took the bus over to Jaco for the weekend to meet the culture of the coast. We spent the weekend there, hunting for the great low prices of Costa Rica. When we did see the beach we were simply awe struck by the incredible beauty of the coast, and the surfing waves that crashed up on shore. After returning to San Jose with our very sun burnt bodies, we had an evening of Latin dance with Rene's wife and her friends. We are determined to be incredible dancers very soon! Kenton. Note: to post comments click to the right of each posting's title. We enjoy hearing back from you.

The Dump

2006-11-20T20:00:00.000-08:00

Friday, Jordan and I were able to spend the day with the German people at a recycling building, and exploring the San Jose Dump, while Dan was with the Children from the Boys and Girls club he wrote about. The city of San Jose has a bad habit of tossing everything in the garbage or streets, and to help the environment recycling places like this one have been built. Jordan and I wanted to lend a helping hand. (Right) Seriously the worst smell we've ever encountered.

Costa Rica's beautiful ninios

2006-11-16T19:46:00.001-08:00

As you can see we mostly play. We arrived to Costa Rica only two days ago but we already feel very much at home. Except for the simple fact that we can't talk to anybody. We were picked up at the airport from a German missionary who has been very gracious in letting us stay in his home while we work with a different missionary. We took the bus for 150 colones , about (20 cents) down the street where I could see a large factory. the factory turned out to be a tortilla factory and on the other side of it was a coffee factory. We walked down a long dirt road along side railway tracks until we could see small tin shacks covering the riverbank. Water was flowing from every direction and I thought there must be a lot of little waterfalls around here all running toward the river until I found out later that it was in fact the sewage system. The church is a small Lutheran church nuzzled in the center of this community. it was once illegal squatters mostly Nicaraguan but has since become land they can rent legally and once they save enough money most add concrete exterior walls and floors. The church has a small room above where the children of the neighborhood come to play during the day. today we did a puppet show but since we know very little Spanish it was very interesting. The children really are incredible. They have the most beautiful innocent smiles but they come from terribly broken homes. My eyes were certainly opened today. As I looked around the neighborhood I could not help but re-evaluate my own needs of comfort. what I carry in my backpack is probably worth more than most of the homes around me. I am glad to say tomorrow I have the gift of waking up, walking 10 minutes to the bus stop paying my 150 colones and spending another day with the ninios. Take care and pray for the children of Costa Rica Daniel

Costa Rica's beautiful ninios

2006-11-16T19:46:00.000-08:00

This is the street of the church where we are playing with kids. I say play and not work because that is what it is. most of the houses are tin and some cement but as you can see it compares to wall street.

sorry no pic on this one

2006-11-12T19:20:00.000-08:00

It's really me to blame mostly for our lack of pictures for today's blog. We have been using my camera, it has been new for me to remember that we need to have it with us. I feel that I'm letting you down Scott, I'll pick it up. I'll start off letting you know that I could have a picture of right now. Since our last blog, Thursday was filled with roofing all day, that night Robbie and our Team we went to Shaun Murray's house for a Bible study. They were going through the book 'Blue Like Jass' by Donald Miller. A few people were there like from Correct Craft (Air Nautique); the owner the Chief designer for the company, a guy from their marketing team, and a buddy who rides pro with Shaun. Everyone was super welcoming to the four of us. "Thanks for having us Shaun." Friday was roofing all day, Saturday was roofing in the morning untill we finished the job, which gave us time to pick up a few things for the trip, before we went to my first Florida high school football game, and it was huge! Nice field, Lots of fans, lights on the feild for a night time game. It was great. I decided to wear Robbie's Jersey from his school and sit on the wrong side of the fans, where I was told I would be beat up. We stirred up the fans when our team scored our only touch down in the 4th quarter after we had been scored on about 5 times. But I managed to escape without being hurt. It was fun. Sunday we were at the Church that Dan worked at the summer of 2005, and were prayed for in our journey. Florida has been very busy with work, and very little time to mentor or meet with people, but we try hard to speak with our actions and try our best while were here. Tuesday we leave for Costa Rica, so our time is short here. We feel Florida has helped us far more than we've helped them. I ask that you pray for our strength and energy, safety flying tuesday, and for my girlfriend Kalena as she is starting to settle into a new surounding in Guam, she is excited about God's work over there! Thanks.... Kenton.

Away!

2006-11-08T17:55:00.000-08:00

Yesterday I walked out of my room for the last time in a year. It was a weird feeling knowing that for the next twelve months I will not have a bed or a definite place to stay every night. At the airport some of our friends and family came to say goodbye, I will miss there faces. And in the lonely times that I am sure to have throughout my travels I will look back on these faces along with the many others left behind. Our flights were quite eventful. We met the native police officer from Corner Gas in the airport he was pretty normal! Also on the flight from Toronto to Orlando I sat beside two people from Israel. They told me all about the lifestyle there and then told me that when we get there we should call them and they would help us get around in the country. (Guy in red sweater) God is so rad! Already He is hooking us up with contacts that we never expected. Being here in Florida is a nice transition stop. It feels more like a second home, than a first stop. Although it is kinda cold here, I think today it only got up to around 20 degrees. And the pool is a little chilly! Well I am off to bed, be blessed yall. Lehmann

Thanks to FGBC

2006-10-27T13:15:00.000-07:00

The Team came together at FGBC this weekend at the Stubble Bowl tourney. We were able to take time on Friday to share with the collage, what we know about our World Faith Tour. I have been so excited about the support we have received from the collage. As we were prayed for I have gained so much more confidence. We have so many people to thank for support prayer, and words of wisdom we have received. I have a new found confidence and excitement because of this support thank you all so much. Last week all I could think about was how much I still have to do and how short it is until our dreaded leaving date, and how hard it is to be away from from friends, family, Kalena. Now I am far more willing to just go, and to focus on what God has in store for me this next year. It will be so exciting to live each moment in God's miraculous, as he brings us through the year with His Love and Commitment. I am excited about what the Lord has in store in many different countries in the warmer climates this next year. Maybe replace the snow with fresh oranges, pineapples, bananas... Right On Kenton

Trippin

2006-10-18T10:27:00.000-07:00

Our trip is that of a dream. The sort of thing where you wake in the middle of the night not knowing which side of the conscious mind you are a part of. This is a journey that will take us past the point of return. To be honest we know that we are in over our heads, and that just adds to the enticing nature of the trip. We plan to swim out so far and so deep that if the hand of God does not reach out and show mercy, then surely we will be lost at sea. This is an adventure, an epic voyage into that which we know not. -Lehmann

Faith

2006-10-16T19:30:00.000-07:00

Good morning, or afternoon, or evening. Whatever it is I hope its good. This is our first entry to the world of blog, isn't it exciting, intriguing, ravishing....OK so it's kinda cool. So this is the part where we tell you why we have a blog. We are three young men seeking to Follow God on a faith journey around the world. We are leaving from the Saskatoon Airport on November the 7th and will fly south to Orlando where we will stay one week before making our way south to Costa Rica. This is where the faith part comes in, we still don't know who, how or what we are doing there but we feel called and so we are going. From there we will go further south before heading west. Right now we covet prayers as time is running out and responsibilities are piling up. who would have ever thought going around the world took so much planning. Ah yes planning a word young men do not enjoy. But may the good Lord be gracious to us in our lack of administrative gifts. Well we Believe God has called us to this and so this is what we are doing. We have no idea when we will be where or how in the world we will pay for everything but we serve a very Big God who has always taken care of us and we are confident He always will. This is Daniel Wiebe singing off, (I hope this blog thing works) thanks to Matt for teaching me the wonderful world of blogging. -Dan