So much has happened, yet so much has settled into the “it’s-just-normal-routine” sphere that it’s been difficult to imagine that anything is interesting enough to write about. Could it really be that I’ve not update since my August visit to Goroka for the coffee project? Continue reading →
Dad always had a cup of coffee. Because of his severe rheumatoid arthritis, he would ask me to make him a cup and bring it to him. As a small boy I remember a New Year’s Eve midnight service where at the fellowship time mom let me have a cup of “coffee” (about eight parts milk and two parts coffee). Continue reading →
Rollin’, rollin’ on the river (or: Feeling like I’m walking through a National Geographic documentary!)
My friend Major Michael Dengi had mentioned back in April that he and Major Phil Maxwell were going to Kerema to dedicate some coffee shops, and that I should go along. “You’ll get good pictures, my friend,” Michael told me. Little did I realize … Continue reading →
My grandmother was the epitome of saving and not wasting. Old foil was gently folded to be used again, paper towels were cut into quarter-sheet squares, and shopping bags were tucked in every nook and cranny to be used for a thousand different things. She raised my mom that way, and growing up in the 70s, mom was militant about our family’s care of our planet.
Life here in PNG is filled with lots of discoveries, great and small. So please allow me a moment of personal reflection … Continue reading →
You’ve not lived ‘til you’ve heard folks from PNG say, “Hoe-dee-yo.” That’s what I tried to teach the men at the men’s camps I lead in Goroka and in Lea Lea. I would greet them with, “Apenun Olgeta” which is pidgin for “good afternoon everyone,” and then I would tell them that where I’m from (Kansas) we have a similar greeting, so if I was learning their language, they should learn mine, right? Oh, by the way, if you’ve not figured it out yet – that’s “Howdy y’all.” Continue reading →
It’s a good exercise to be retrospective. It slows you down. Of course, it also allows stuff to stack up on that busy highway of tasks and demands that rarely brakes for even bumps in the road. But maybe a detour is good for the mental equilibrium.
I was asked recently, “What are some lessons you have learned in PNG, both fun lessons and hard lessons?” My first reaction was … uh … um … Continue reading →
My mom used to say: “The hurrieder I go, the behinder I get!” And that’s pretty much how I feel of late. Some days I feel like I work like crazy all day long scurrying from one thing to the next and dealing with drop-ins and phone calls and meetings – and then I get to the end of the day,and I’ve accomplished nothing from my plan. It’s all my work, but good grief already! So I recently posted pictures from my awesome trip to Lae, in the Morobe Province, Continue reading →
Busy time, been sick, so will write more later. There’s much to tell about the trip …
Thanks, God bless, and love to all.
It’s the day after Easter — at least here on our side of the world! I slept in ’til 7 this morning, and then spent my quiet time with coffee, Bible reading and then some Facebook, and it’s been fun reading all the notes regarding Easter celebrations back home. Continue reading →
I wake around 5:45 or 6:00 most mornings, with the warm rays of the sun just beginning to peak through our upstairs bedroom windows that face the mountains to the east. The ceiling fan is beating on high speed, and the air is already becoming sticky and warm. During the night, it may have gotten cool enough that I’ve pulled a thin sheet over myself, Continue reading →