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Hopefully pessimistic

So, CNN tells me that NASA is “cautiously optimistic” that Hubble repairs will work and that black voters are “cautiously optimistic” looking toward the election.  And, did you know that Capcom Inc., Australian retailers, the book industry, and the international coal market are all “cautiously optimistic” about future sales?  Cautiously Optimistic…..what the…. does that mean anything!?!?…

Everybody laughs in English

I think one of the hardest things we’ve had to endure in our time here is loneliness.  I know, I know…you were hoping I was going to say something more dramatic like Dengue Fever, or giant tarantulas, or maybe spear-chucking natives.  Sorry, loneliness wins.  Maybe if I lived a more death defying life my loneliness…

Old wives and their tails…er…tales.

The first time I went grocery shopping here I was surprised to find the eggs neatly stacked on shelves in an ordinary isle in the store. Completely unrefrigerated and almost naked without their tidy styrofoam cartons keeping them ordered by twelves.  I had never seen eggs in sets of fifteen before, but that was unimportant.…

Bummer.

I was going to go work with the chicitillos in Las Cuadras this morning. So I got my kiddos off to school – Stephen leaves at 6:15 and the bus picks up Dyl and J at 7:05 – and then I raced about trying to get ready and out the door on time. I know…

Note to self: Learn Spanish.

So I went to meet a Spanish tutor this morning. We reviewed irregular conjugations for preterito perfecto. It was painful. But, she did teach me some bad words in Spanish which I’m sure I’ll find useful. And, her command of English swear words was….well…..wow. Let me just say, I’ve never known anyone that could fit…

We live like Kings.

If you had told me yesterday that my standard of living is ridiculously high, I would have laughed in your face. True, it’s hard to stay grounded and humble when you’ve been without electricity for 30 hours, reading to your kids and tucking them in by flash light, taking cold showers, and standing by while…

wow….i suck at this.

I have probably started about 9 new blogs since I last posted on this one. And by started new blogs, I mean that I created a new gmail account, and then a new blogspot account where I wrote a little introductory message, and then promptly lost or forgot my username and password leaving me unable…

Leaving

We left Folsom on May 28th at 8:00am. It was the official beginning of our lives as “missionaries”. We don’t live on Coventry Circle anymore. Steve isn’t a Cop anymore. We can’t watch the sun rise on the Sierras and set on Lake Natoma anymore. I cried until about noon that day, as we drove…

The Church of All Cynics

As I have traveled all over the world, I’ve met pastors, elders, administrators, missionaries, professors, students, and everyone in between, who are dying to spill their guts in frustration over their churches or The Church, or both. Usually both. They suspect their churches may have grown over programmed and under challenged. They’re annoyed with the music,…

Hello again.

Hi. So showing up here after more than a year feels a little like walking over dead grass in summer and wondering if it will come back to life when the dry season is over. Was the death of this blog just a seasonal quieting down? I guess we’re about to find out. I never…

Last Days in the Desert

A long time ago, in a desert far, far away, I found myself standing in a half-circle with a handful of professional Christians on a film set in the middle of effing nowhere. I was invited there, along with a pile of smart people, for a sneak peek at a little indie art house production,…

Missionaries probably shouldn’t be jealous of a strippers. But sometimes they are.

I’m really looking forward to speaking the Love Made Claim annual fundraiser this Saturday, in Denver, CO. If you’re in the area, YOU SHOULD TOTALLY COME! (ticket info here) Anyway, I was sitting here preparing my talk, when I remembered this old post from back in the day, so I thought I’d throw it out there again, for old times sake. I…

How Going on Vacation Might be Better than Going on a Mission.

The other day someone asked if we have any big plans for this summer, and El Chupacabra and I looked at each other and smiled because we do have big plans for this summer. We have really big plans… WE’RE TAKING OUR FAMILY TO AFRICA! WHAT?! I KNOW!!!  I CAN’T BELIEVE IT EITHER!!! SQUEEEEE!!!!!!!! When we…

You Can Never Have Too Much Sofa

We bought our little house in California one million years ago, in 1997. And it’s a good thing, too, because that was the last year our oldest child was our only child, and it was also the last year we could ever have afforded to buy a little house in California. It’s a typical, boring,…

You can’t give what you don’t have.

The first time I flew on an airplane, I watched the safety demonstration like my life depended on it. As instructed, I checked that my seatbelt was properly secured, identified the nearest emergency exits, learned how to inflate the life-vest, and noted that my seat cushion doubled as a flotation device. I was keenly interested…

Jesus, save Christmas.

I promised myself I wasn’t going to be a total grinchhole about Christmas this year. I also promised I’d have the tree up before December 10th, get all the shopping done and gifts wrapped early, give beautiful plates of homemade goodies to all of my friends and neighbors, and not eat my weight in fudge.…

When we are all Priests and Levites.

On Friday, the world fell to its knees in sorrow as the media brought us the horrible aftermath of a coordinated, multi-site, terrorist attack on Paris. The outpouring of love and support was swift as status updates declared our collective heartbreak, Instagram became a sea of candle lit prayer and Eiffel tower peace signs, and…

Before you get that tattoo…

On my 40th birthday, I went totally crazy and got drunk and blacked out and woke up with a huge tattoo. RELAX. I’M JUST MESSING WITH YOU. I mean, I did get a tattoo on my birthday – but it wasn’t a surprise and I wasn’t drunk. …Unless you can get drunk on the Cracker…