Gotta Be a Limit

there_is_a_fly_in_my_soup“Waiter, what’s this fly doing in my soup?”

“Well sir, it looks like the backstroke to me.”

I thought of that old stale joke the other morning as I sat eating my bowl of cereal. It came to mind as I casually plucked a tiny ant from the bowl and continued eating.

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Men’s Camp at Meii

Sunset at KeremaRecently I had the opportunity to visit the Gulf Region for the second time when I was asked to speak at another men’s camp. This time we stayed two nights in the village of Meii (sounds like May), and I was graciously provided a room in the officers’ quarters. For two-and-a-half days, I felt almost like just one of the villagers – and I loved it!

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The good with the bad

ImageSo 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 →

A New Perspective; a New Appreciation

IMG_5282Coffee is as much a part of me as the breath I take. It identifies me. Coffee was an integral part of my growing up.

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!)

Our dingy ride on the way up the river to Ilavapari.

Our dingy ride on the way up the river to Ilavapari.

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 →

Today’s Peaches

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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.

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Hoe Dee Yo!

Teaching at Men's Camp, South Central Division at Lea Lea

Teaching at Men’s Camp, South Central Division at Lea Lea

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 →

Lessons Learned

Sunday afternoon in Garoka.

Sunday afternoon in Goroka.

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 →

The Meaning of Ministry

Captain Buka tells boys from Back Road about God's love for them

Captain Buka tells boys from Back Road about God’s love for them

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 →

Pix from Lae

Street boys from Back Road.

Street boys from Back Road.

Check out the photo page for the latest pix from my visit last week to Lae.

Busy time, been sick, so will write more later. There’s much to tell about the trip …

Thanks, God bless, and love to all.