On mission in Mexico

Seven days, six nights in Chiapas, Mexico later, we have all arrived home safely and only a little bit of Montezuma's Revenge. A great adventure all in all, being with some old friends and making a few new ones.

The Tzotzil Indians of Southern Mexico are very poor, with little in terms of material value, but they are a beautiful and gracious people. We brought Bibles and shoes and blankets to a place called Maravillas, and we built a church building. I should say, we helped build a building. We bought the materials and gave a little bit of labor, the local folks porvided most of the manpower and expertise. We cooked on an open fire. We slept in tents.

It was a good trip to make, it is good to be at home. Many thanks to Russell and Charlotte Linscombe for their efforts and service. I am exceptionally proud of our church for seeing this project through and making it happen.

My prayer is that we will have many more opportunities to return.

Fresh

If you have hunted me down at this address before, you will see some changes. I am starting over. Previous attempts became mundane, burdensome, and awkward. And I just did not write.

So I scratched it all out, and got a fresh sheet of paper. I dont know where I am headed with this, perhaps more of the same, perhaps some wandering in thought, maybe an epiphany.

The thing is this- I want to have written. I just don't really want to write. I want to be creative and witty and insightful and cool. But I don't to have to work at it. Maybe there is something wrong with me. I don't even meet my own low standards.

With all the corny illustrations about life being a journey, this one sticks- if you never leave home, you never arrive. But if you are going to get anywhere, you must take a step and begin.

So we begin again, Blog. Maybe our road will have a destination. Maybe not. But we will never know until we travel.