September 19, 2009
-
enough randomness might add up to something good. or not.
these are on the side things that add up to random posts on xanga…
i am in charge of 46 ladies at college, putting on a weekend school-fair tent all about teaching children English the fun way. Now I remember why I spent last semester at FALUB sitting in the same chair and not raising my hand. Because once you say something, you have a lot more work. I gave a suggestion for a theme, and was elected director, coordinator, organizer, and general person in charge of everything. This is getting interesting. instant popularity in a glass. i’ve never been good at popular.
Sunday mornings the sea calls to me. And two hours, two busses, and $6R later, I am at the beach. I get whammed against the head with days like these—where I just have to be alone. Where people bother me. Where my soul feels empty and I need to REFILL it. And this requires aloneness. (this is why I am very not ready for marriage, let alone kids. Too many days like this.) I wasn’t sure which bus I needed at the transfer, and so asked a nice older man for help. He showed me the right bus and then told me his life story in the ten minutes we waited for the bus to come. His wife cheated on him. Twice.
Junior and I got lost in a sugar cane field. They are so big and rolling that the city gets hidden quickly. They are harvesting now. I am not exactly sure how this works, but it involves a lot of men with big knives and then huge trucks about to topple over. And then they burn the fields, which makes it rain little flakes of black over the city. The bits float and smudge when they land. Smudges everywhere. It floats in doors and windows and makes it impossible to keep a clean white tile floor. Junior and I went jogging, following one of the many wandering paths through the fields. We just picked the wrong one that went to nowhere. We got to a clearing, ran down one hill and up another, over the ravine, and found our way back to the dirt road behind the city. All with the twilight sun blinking behind us. Sublime. Adoro.
I slept all night in a hammock…for the first time.
I bought what I thought was green beans at the feira. They were not green beans. They were red beans. And everyone laughed at me. Because they are not green beans.
Tortillas have finally arrived in Carpina. And the Americans have bought them all. Hopefully they will restock.
(pause for a moment of reverent silence of this glorious news.)
“What if our goal should not be to get (20 somethings) into the church? What if the same energy could be applied to mobilize them to BE the church? We’ve discovered a short window of time during the teenage years when students need to experience something beyond church as a spectator sport. If a young person is not challenged by hands-on, personal ministry, their faith will likely be sidetracked and even sabotaged.” –Reggie Joiner
“There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal.” C.S.Lewis
ok. i admit it. i sit and think about what things to put on my facebook status. like “Rachel Winzeler is running away” or something. now you know.
