Inception

I've been home for exactly a week now ~ with everything that's happened these last few days, I'm only now getting an opportunity to reflect on the mission in Brazil...

Tonight I went to see Inception, the new Leonardo DiCaprio movie about a thief who extracts secrets from within minds by entering into their defenseless subconscious minds in their dream state. As the plot develops, DiCaprio takes a job where he tries to implant an idea (called "inception") in order to get a person to act in a particular way as though the action was his own idea.

Thinking about the baseball clinic, as well as this movie, led me to compare the work of the Holy Spirit ~ through us, God's people ~ in the lives of others. We have this persistent sense that profession of faith, our salvation and our standing before God is something we do ourselves and something that we have to take care of. The truth, though, is that God "plants the seed" (inception) of faith, yet we act on it as though it was our own idea.

In Inception the "seeds" of the ideas implanted into the dreams of other people grow and influence the dreamer until that person's perception of reality is actually changed in his or her awakened state. Again, this is our evangelistic hope: that the seeds of faith planted by the Holy Spirit grow and influence the new believer until that person's reality is transformed in ways that affect his or her life and the lives of others.

That's how something as mundane as a baseball clinic can be spiritual and evangelistic - our prayer is that through a week's worth of daily contact with Believers, the seeds of faith have been implanted in children and adults who had been living their lives in dreams of their own construction ~ and that in time those dreamers will awaken to a new reality, "transformed by the renewing of their minds." Romans 12:2

Almost home!

If you go, you have to come back...

Spent Wednesday morning re-writing my column for the church newsletter while others shopped for souvenirs (it's okay, I already had all of mine...) and then Ana and Marco arranged for 3 cabs to haul us and our luggage to the Rio airport for the first leg of our flight home.

The Deadly Card Game With the Painful Penalty for losing started on the floor of the Rio airport and continued at Sao Paolo...I'm not much of a card player, so I could only cringe as others stepped up to bare their forearms and take their punishments...this may take some demonstration when I get home ;)

We lucked out on the overnight Sao Paolo-DFW flight - it wasn't full, so several of us had more than one seat to ourselves - a little more wiggle room, and much better for snoozing attempts. Still, I managed to fall asleep in an unusual position, so I'm working out the kinks...

After clearing customs (Monotone: "You forgot to write your passport number on this form, ma'am. Welcome to America, ma'am. Have a good day. STAMP. Next." So much for a warm and welcoming WELCOME HOME TO AMERICA!!) we said our goodbyes with promises to do this again together. After a little while I got a call from Pastor Kye (who was waiting for his flight to Montreat where he is scheduled to lead the music in worship for the youth weeks coming up), with an invitation to the Admiral's Club! It really IS nice to be able to sit with free WiFi, refreshments and nice surroundings while you wait for your flight. Let's hear it for friends in high places~

Only one more hour and I finish up on American Eagle to Amarillo for a reunion with Chris (next time, he's going!) and our drive home (that is, after I make a claim for the new suitcase American Airlines owes me...) and my first PB&J in two weeks!

This has truly been one of the best mission trips I've ever been on: best country, best food, best project, best hosts, best team - still sad for those of you who didn't come this time - ever hopeful that we'll be able to share it together in July, 2012...start putting a little money away between now and then, write it in your schedule and instead of saying you can't make it because of "this and that" make "this and that" move over for Belo! I promise you won't regret it!

Christ the Redeemer

This morning we headed up to see the Christ the Redeemer statue that can be seen from anywhere in Rio.

The statue was constructed between 1922 and 1931 and is 130 feet tall. It has been named as one of the Seven Wonders of the Modern World. Most recently you have probably seen it toppling over in the sci-fi movie "2012."

We took a cab about 3/4 of the way up, followed by a short walk, and then several flights of stairs (232 steps). There are enough landings to catch your breath and take some spectacular photos of Rio.

There are lots of visitors and it's pretty crowded at the top. Lots of people lie down on the tile patio at the base of the statue and take photos straight up. A little weirder are the people who pose with their arms outstretched like the statue...or you can hold your hand out flat and get a photo that looks like the statue is sitting on your palm...(hey, I'm just sayin')!

We heard some American accents at the top ("Wish I had a Dr. Pepper...") so we said hello and discovered that the people were a group of about 100 Baptists from Texarkana who were on respite on the way home from doing missionary work with one of the Baptist churches in Belo!!

After lunch at Subway (we're running out of money...Rio is costing a little more than we expected, mostly for food and transportation) we went to the beach to sit in the sun and wade or swim. It's winter in Brazil, so the Atlantic is cool - but not cold - and the sun is still hot when you're out in it (the air temperature is around 75 degrees, though). We rented a couple of umbrellas (in case my dermatologist is reading this...) and sat in the shade, did a little wading, talked to a fisherman and looked at the things vendors were selling...the sand is very clean - no seaweed or litter anywhere - we "crashed" the Copacabana Beach (in front of the exclusive hotels), and we're sure we saw "somebody who looked like Madonna" and maybe even "somebody who looked like Beyonce." Lots of bikinis on beautiful and ordinary women...not as many Speedos as we expected (thankfully!) ~ this is school vacation time in Brazil and there were lots of families doing the typical beach holiday.

Our current favorite beach food is churros - a fried tube of dough (like a crispy donut) that is filled either with either caramel or chocolate creme. You buy them from street vendors for about $1.25. Somehow I don't think this is what the girls in the bikinis are eating!

I'm still a Belo fan, but it's nice to have an opportunity to actually see a place I've only heard about.

Heading home tomorrow afternoon - Rio to Sao Paulo, Sao Paulo to DFW (where we go through customs), and then about a 5 hour layover for me in Dallas before heading to Amarillo (I messed up my return flight - used the wrong Brazil itinerary before it was changed - so it will cost to switch to an earlier flight...oh well!)

See you soon! Can't wait!

Life is full of choices: Sleep or coffee; learning the Samba or mowing the grass; Rio or Cleveland?

This morning the team was up early at Robson’s for a breakfast of a variety of breads and jams, cheeses, ham, juices and good Brazilian coffee. I find that the ratio of sleep-to-coffee is 1:1 (as in, 4 hours of sleep at night requires 4 cups of Brazilian java to get moving in the a.m.)

Several members of the church came over to say some final goodbyes and others to help drive us to the airport. On the way to the airport I rode with Robson and we brainstormed about what kinds of projects the Brazilians from IPMB and the Americans from Binnerri might partner with FPC to accomplish in Guymon. We are thinking of possibly having a week-long series of daily projects: A workday at the Oaks and Loaves and Fishes, working on the community garden or other things we haven’t thought of yet, followed by praise and worship each evening for a week led by their musicians. This is something that we will consider in more detail at home and then plan in detail during the coming year.

At the airport we were met with the typical looooooooong line of folks waiting to check in. Robson ran interference with the gate agent and our group was allowed to check in ahead of time, so we didn’t miss our plane. The flight to Rio was only an hour, and we arrived in the late morning in time for lunch.

We stopped in Rio on the way home partly because the plane fare to DFW is less expensive from Rio than from Belo, and partly because most mission ventures end with a respite of local fun if it can be arranged. Our hotel is the “Copacabana” in Rio – it’s in a safer neighborhood so we can come and go with less worry. Our guides are our friends from Belo, Robson’s niece, Ana Carolina and her friend, Vivian, an English teacher. They were already in Rio for a professional conference, so it was convenient for them to stay a few days longer to show us around.

One of the things we drove by on the way to the hotel was the Samba school – it had a campus as large and spread out as some American community colleges! Yes, I mean a dance school where people come from all over the world to learn just one dance: The Samba. Ana said that the school was so busy that she was able to substitute as a teacher almost every evening that she’s been in Rio for her conference. Yes, friends, there are people out there making money having fun!

This afternoon we visited “Sugar Loaf”: Two islands in the bay that are apparently submerged mountains. One island is a shorter mountain than the other, so there is an interim stop on the way up where you can take some great photos of the city, eat and shop a little and the taller mountain is the destination, with parks and trails.

A famous gondola-phobic, I made it successfully to the first stop, then opted to stay there while the rest of the group took the longer, higher route to the top. It was really rough sitting on a bench in the sun, enjoying the breeze with my feet up, overlooking the city of Rio, eating a scoop of chocolate ice cream with mangoes on it. Darn it all, why does it have to be Rio and not Cleveland?…J

Casey, Mike and Sooman are heading back to Dallas on the overnight flight this evening; after taking them to the airport, we’ll go out to eat and try to hit the sack before midnight ~ some of us for the first time during the whole trip. Tomorrow we plan to rest and visit the beach (it’s winter here, so it’s actually a bit chilly ~ with the ocean breeze, you have to find a sunny spot to keep warm). If we’re able to arrange transportation and find the money we’ll also try to go see the giant Christ the Redeemer statue on the mountainside overlooking Rio.

Even in Rio, the group has a pretty well-developed sense of homesickness: the thing is, we’re missing two homes: our Texas/Oklahoma homes and our Belo homes…

Ciao for now, Belo friends!

We can’t believe how the week has flown by!

IPMB’s Sunday services are scheduled around Sunday School for adults and children at 10:00 a.m. and worship at 7:00 p.m. Rev. Kye, Rev. Andrew and I taught the three adult classes and other members of the team taught the children and teens.

I actually find it easier to teach with an interpreter than I do without an interpreter – how weird is that? When I speak by myself I feel the need to fill the empty spaces with more words, and am thinking while I’m talking. With an interpreter, I can speak in short sentences and while they are being interpreted I have the luxury of thinking of my next sentence without talking at the same time! The team reported that in all three classes the adults were very engaged, responding to questions and participating in the discussion. The people of IPMB love the Bible, and some were moved to tears as they took their turn reading.

The regular adult classes at IPMB are 1) Reform Doctrines; 2) Formation of the Canon and how to study the Bible; 3) Church History. The church is blessed to have three pastors – one with a degree in Church History. The expectation is that one works through the three classes, and then takes the knowledge acquired and uses it to study topics and books of the Bible in their weekly small groups that meet in the evenings in peoples’ homes. I think this is a great way of systematically developing a group of spiritually competent learners.

The pastors met with the Session while we waited for lunch to be served. We were introduced to all of their (six) session members, and the moderator of the Deacons, and we were given an opportunity to discuss the possibility of future partnership with the three congregations. One important point was that all of us felt that doing mission in partnership with an indigenous congregation was far superior to trying to send missionaries out to learn a culture, followed by a team to “deliver” a service. Money is spent more sensibly, projects are more relevant and the relationships formed are deeper.

The church prepared a great potluck lunch for us and then we went to our host homes to pack for our departure on Monday. We then spent the night with Pastor Robson and Juliane Gomes at their home so we could be picked up in a van for the airport.

Evening worship was a special time. The praise band from Binnerri led the praise songs in English and Portuguese, and then Pastor Kye preached a wonderfully powerful sermon on Hebrews 12:1-3. Once again, I was privileged to administer the sacrament of the Lord’s Supper.

After worship, the church presented us with gifts that they had made. One of their members is an accomplished artist, and she designed special photo frames with our names and photographs of us engaged in mission tasks from the week. They are very sweet mementoes.

The mission team had purchased gifts with a Texas/Oklahoma flavor for our hosts: a bottle of BBQ sauce, a box of pecan pralines, a Southern Living BBQ cookbook and a regulation football!After exchanging gifts, the American team lined up near the door to say goodbye to the congregation with hugs and tears all around. SO many people said, “Next year in America!”

Back to Robson’s and Juliane’s home for a late meal of pizza and then the team de-briefed on the mission experience outside under the stars. After we had a chance to share our impressions, Rev. Kye performed a gracious and powerful service of foot-washing.

Did we change the world? Not that you could see with your eyes. Did we change anyone’s life?Absolutely ~ especially our own.

Play ball!

This morning was the Big Game between the Lions and the Tigers - an excellent time was had by all! Couldn't tell you who won, but it was recognizable baseball and as far as I could see they kids played by the rules. Hard to believe that 4 days ago most of them had never held a bat, but that's the truth!

After the game, the kids gathered 'round for a pep talk from Coach Sooman. He praised them for their faithfulness in showing up, their persistence and hard work, and their general good behavior - he told them he was proud of them, and they cheered. One of the parents (not from the church) made a lovely speech about how much they appreciated the program and how it was a wonderful thing to do for their children. This was exactly the point of the trip: "WHY would Americans travel all the way to Brazil just to teach our kids baseball?" This comment from the parent gave Sooman the opportunity he needed to explain to the children that the point of this week had not been baseball - it had been RELATIONSHIP - we had become friends, and that God had sent us to do that. They were invited to church tomorrow and given souvenirs with the name of the school and church on it; and everyone received a baseball cap and a certificate of completion with the names of the churches on it.



There were almost twice as many unchurched kids there as church kids, because the church children had invited their friends. One of the Jr. High girls told me that her best friend's parents were Spiritists, and they were present to watch their daughter play ball today. Another man came because he saw the banner on the side of the field fence - he is a real non-conformist nature guy - dreadlocks, sandals, plenty of tattoos. He said he'd just moved to Brazil and had been looking for someone to play baseball with! Whoda thought? He came every day - turns out he's a great player who played ball in Sao Paulo with the Japanese community there (baseball is very big in Japan), and today he came back with his little boy. There was also a very nice Korean gentleman with his 10-year old son who came because his son saw the banner. The little boy came in without his dad at first, and told the registrar at the gate, "My name is Pedro and my dad will come and sign me in soon. You'll know him because he has eyes like mine," and then he made an exaggerated Asian-eyed face. He was certainly surprised to find that his dad had eyes like the 12 coaches! His father said that Belo had no culture of sports for children and he was thrilled that we'd come. He went on for quite awhile about how "one must be smart to play baseball" because one has to think ahead and think quickly. This turned out to be another unchurched family; they left their email address for more information about the future of this program.

So there we have it - a successful mission! We collected names and addresses for about 100 children and their families; the children had interaction with "real" Americans; they learned a new sport well enough to play with some skill; they have made a first contact with the church and they have learned that our motivation for coming was because the Love of God Compelled Us. I'm sure we planted seeds that others will water and harvest.

WEIRDEST BRAZIL FACT: It was my job to create the Excel spreadsheet with the kids names and info on it and take attendance. When it came time to use the list to create the certificates for the kids, we'd begun to suspect that we had some duplicates. The thing was, that every day the kids would come they had a different name. The first day, on their registration sheet, their name might be Eduardo Henrique Castro de la Cruz, so we entered Cruz as his last name. Day two, he gave his name as Eduardo Henrique Castro, so he would get entered under Castro. Day three, he's in a hurry and just gives his name as Eduardo Henrique - now he's under "H."

But it was only MY problem. I thought I should file under their last names. If I had done it the Brazilian way everything would have been filed under their FIRST name. Yep. Everything in Brazil is filed under first names. The phone book is alphabetized by first name - really. Medical records are filed under first names. EVERYTHING is first name ~ first. Wow. Do you realize how many "Maria Luizas" and "Maria Beatriz-s" there are in Brazil? "Hi, I'm Maria Luisa and I'm here to have my operation." "Oh, are you Maria Luisa Silva?" "No, I'm Maria Luisa Silva de Souza." It's incredible that they can make that work, but they do, and they aren't changing.

Turns out that May-July is "country party" season in Brazil. There are lots of parties where people dress like country bumpkins, eat simple down-home foods and dance to local music. So the church put on a country party for us this evening, and BOY was it fun! Everyone had to dress like a bumpkin - mismatched, patched clothing; but the girls could wear country dresses if they wanted to. If anyone arrived without dressing up, they were met by young women who dragged them off to have freckles and beards painted on with makeup, teeth blacked out (ew!), kerchiefs tied around their necks and patches basted on their clothing, and also received a palm leaf hat. No one escaped!

The food was corn on the cob, cornbread, soups, and homemade candies for dessert. The children had games to play with prizes. After dinner, they began to play Brazilian dance music (sort of like salsa) and then people formed a big circle and began to dance around the room. There was a "caller" who called out simple movements (like a square dance) to change partners, ("fly like a bird"), cover your head ("it's raining!") - everyone joined in, including little children. They made circles-within-circles, and then made "bridges" with their hands and the line of dancers went "under the bridge" for the length of the room (under 30 or 40 bridges made by couples). GREAT fun! Then they taught the Americans how to Samba (I just watched, but it's a lot like country swing ~ only better music). Not having any "native dances" to teach the Brazilians the Americans opted to teach them a hip hop line dance that very simple and a lot of fun (and apparently it was a hoot to see "la pastora" boogeying down ~ who am I to spoil their fun?)! The Brazilians really liked the line dance, so we had to do it a couple of times - everyone was very worn out.

I LIKE this party! I think we should do one at home in Oklahoma - ("Okie-Fest"?) - for a fall celebration when it cools off...start practicing your "moves!"

Tomorrow is Sunday school in the morning at 10 - then everyone goes to lunch, then rest, then back to church to worship at 5 (interesting pattern, eh?) All 3 pastors will be teaching adult Sunday School; then Pastor Kye will preach, Pastor Andrew will lead the music part of the worship, and I will do communion. Let's be sure all our churches pray for the other two churches as we worship tomorrow.

Have a wonderful Lord's Day!

Tudo bom! (It's so good!)

Day 4 - Today has been a day of contrasts: We began the morning at a Belo Horizonte orphanage, spent mid-afternoon at baseball camp and ate dinner with 100 people at Baby Beef.

We visited one of ten orphanages operated by Acao Social Obreiros Mirins. The orphanage is located in one of the many favelas (slums) throughout the larger city of Belo Horizonte. It is hard to describe the level of poverty in the favelas - one Brazillian said, "It's like another universe."

The orphanage is as clean as you could make a building with chipping plaster, cracked tile floors, leaks, bathroom doors falling off, no dishwasher, a small washing machine for clothes, and a dusty lot with no vegetation except for a few wild weeds. But it is tidy, and there has been an obvious effort to make the sleeping areas welcoming. The common rooms, though, used for TV, play, cooking and eating are very shabby and poorly furnished.

This orphanage houses 16 children between the ages of 5 and 16 - a fraction of the orphans in this city. Most have been abandoned by their parents. The government's plan is that they can stay at the orphanage for 2 years while other family members are encouraged to take them in. If there are no suitable family members to be found, the children can stay until they are 16. They are eligible for adoption, but like in most countries, adoptive parents want babies, and the older children rarely find homes. Teenagers who "age out" are put together in favela houses or apartments and trained in carpentry or other manual skills, but jobs are hard to come by for such young people with no experience.

As we toured the building, the children were eager to show us their bedrooms, and hungry for attention and play. We had some candy to give them and some footballs and we were able to stay and play for awhile. In spite of their hard lives, these children still have compassionate hearts: Some of the young fathers who were with us were moved to tears by what we saw. A young woman who is a kindergarten teacher was also overcome. Once I was asked to pray for the orphans and their caregivers, I didn't last long myself. It is almost impossible not to be moved by these children. When I finished praying - and we were all sniffling - a little girl of about 6 had gone and gotten me a washcloth to use to dry my tears. Amazing.

There is real kingdom value in helping this orphanage. Rev. Robson, Rev. Kye and I talked about the possibility that our three churches could enter into a partnership to support the orphanage and renovate the building. They would be able to use several crews of construction missionaries over the next few years to put things right, repair and paint. They also need furniture. I think they need a new kitchen - they are cooking 64 meals a day on a small 4 burner stove and washing with only a shallow double sink. They also need a more cheerful and safe play area (an outdoor porch) and good toys and sports equipment.

The worst thing we could do is allow this experience to become only a memory of a trip to Brazil. Please pray for the orphanage staff: Fernanda (an aide with management responsibilities); Jarlene and Paulo (teachers); Marlene (the cook); Maira Luisa (general coordinator) and Ana Lucia (the director).

On a very different note, we ate this evening at Baby Beef, a Brazillian BBQ restaurant. About 100 of the church members and mission team ate together - the Brazillians seem very good at feeding large crowds (see Death by Pizza below!) At BB the waiters bring the meat to your table on a skewer and cut off the pieces that suit you; they continue to bring a succession of meats as long as you want to eat. And yes, gluttony is still a sin!

Tomorrow is the BIG BALL GAME between the "Tigers" and the "Lions", our under-13 teams. There will also be a game for the older teenagers. It is unbelievable that 4 days ago these kids had never held a bat, and now they understand the basic rules and can throw, hit and field well enough to have a recognizable game! One of the IPMB pastors has created a certificate of completion for the children, stating that they have completed the "First Clinica de Baseball" that bears the logos of our three churches. I'm guessing it might even be the first "Clinica de Baseball" in the whole nation of Brazil...very cool!

So - no bed before midnight, but before 1:30 is doing pretty well for me these days. Be sure to thank God for all you and your children have, and before you buy something else you "can't live without" give a thought - and a few dollars - to help the poor wherever you can find them - you won't have to look far. 'nite.

You Were In God's Dreams

In theory, we got to sleep in this morning; but in fact, most of us got to bed so late last night it was a wash...but we had fun getting this tired!

Our devotionals continue to be a very special time of worship and preparation for the day. Today I spoke about Ephesians 2:10: "For we are God's workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do." At the end of the devotion, Bruno, a 21-year-old member, and his friend, Flavia, played and sang an original song he'd written a few months before on exactly this verse. My favorite words from this song are that before we were created by God "we were in your dreams." It is a beautiful piece ~ truly inspired ~ and a great complement to this morning's meditation.

I asked for stories of encouragement, and Andrea told us about a little girl who was complaining bitterly about the heat. She took the child aside and told her to sit down to cool off; when she looked back she noticed that the child was sitting in the shade. There are no trees: this is a downtown sports complex with artificial turf. Andrea looked up and in the otherwise cloudless sky there was a single cloud directly over the little girl. Sure - there were other kids there that day who were hot - but it gave Andrea the opportunity to tell the child to look up and see how much God cared about her.

Today was full, but almost routine: lunch with a church family, then off to the ball field for three hours of baseball clinic. Everyone is reporting that the children they talk to are telling them how glad they are that we are doing this and how much fun they're having. For us baseball is fun, but ordinary. Here, it is novel ~ what kid doesn't like hitting stuff with a stick?

At lunch I had a long discussion with Marcello, a man who has a hospital project in the Amazon, as well as a relationship with a Presbyterian school in the Amazon. He shared how for the past 10 years he has taken groups to his hospital compound to construct buildings, administer health screenings and teach the children. He says that with good sense it is a safe trip and that in 10 years of bringing in groups, he has had no problems. I hope to look into these projects to see if there is a role for FPC to play.

Another man, Joachim, is the full-time administrator of a non-profit organization with several outreaches to street children and families suffering from the effects of having a member with AIDS. He, too, has opportunities for short "courses" of mission with the street children, and will provide us with information about how we might help.

My host family, Fabrizio and Andrea Souza and their children Thiago (14) and Natalia (13) are a delight. Fabrizio is an engineer and Andrea is a linguist who is completing her dissertation for her doctorate. Fabrizio is also the Sunday School superintendent and Andrea sings in the praise band. They have a housekeeper named Maria who (Andrea tells me) is in awe that they have "a pastora" visiting in their home. She loves this family and prays for them - Andrea says that Maria considers it a privilege to take care for my needs. She is a master of Christian hospitality!

Tomorrow we are scheduled to visit an orphanage ~ I've never been to an orphanage, although I have helped at crisis pregnancy centers and worked with troubled children. I'm sure it will be an emotional morning.

So, it's late and my own dreams are calling...miss you

Day 3 - Belo Ball, Worship in 2 languages and Death by Pizza

The days have been full and now that we've been here a few days we're feeling the effects of not enough sleep, too much sun and a too-full schedule...so tomorrow we sleep in!

We have been meeting daily at 9 for devotional time at the church - I wasn't all that happy with them when I wrote them, but the Spirit has been at work making them meaningful ;) On the second day one of our Brazillian pastors shared that he was working at the ball field when a car passed by on the street; the driver stopped and leaned out the window and asked why we were doing this baseball clinic. Without missing a beat the pastor replied, "Because the love of Christ compels us." No doubt it was not the answer the driver expected - he drove on without comment - but I'll bet he told the story of the unusual answer to someone later that day (wouldn't you?) It was a small encounter, but it left us all feeling as though God was indeed watching.

Today we shopped at the central market - local products of all kinds, full of smells and strange sights (like tobacco sold in long ropes), parakeets, cheeses, coffees, household items, musical instruments - it's quite a place.

At this afternoon's clinic we could see the relationships forming - the kids picking out their favorite instructors, the instructors giving the kids nicknames - ("Miss Sassy" for one of the little ones...) They are teaching them the proper posture to throw by telling them to "knock on the door" beside them (throwing arm up and back)...using a kickball to teach them to run the bases and tag runners...frisbees for hand-eye coordination. The kids are REALLY liking this new activity. It is especially fun to watch kids that play ball mostly with their feet (soccer), try to learn a game that requires using their hands. Right now it doesn't look much like baseball - perhaps we'll call it "Belo Ball"!

After a short time of rest, we met at the church for a soup supper with church members, and then Pastor Andrew, Pastor Kye and Diana joined the Igreja Presbiteriana Missional music team to lead us in worship. They are all great musicians, and we sang each verse alternately in English and Portuguese, which turned out to be a beautiful blend. There were several testimonies: One young Korean woman telling of her experience of being sent overseas from Dallas to care for her mother, who had cancer, and coming to depend on God during that time; a policeman from Brazil spoke of being shot 7 times, spending 3 months in the hospital recovering in both body and spirit and meeting his wife (his nurse!) during his hospitalization - he considered it all a gift from God; a young man who went to his first Bible study in order to date a young woman, and who learned the Prayer of Jabez, a lesson that motivated him to dedicate his life to Christ; and a young Brazillian man, a deacon in the church, who testified about his participation in their mission trip to Haiti and how it transformed his life. He encouraged everyone present to take such a trip, in order to give God the opportunity to work such a transformation in their lives. It was a near-perfect worship experience.

After worship, the young people were still hungry, so about 70 of us went to a local all-you-can eat pizza restaurant! This was definitely NOT CiCi's - they brought different types of pizzas to the table - 4-cheese pizzas, chicken, sun dried tomatoes, argula and pepperoni, banana (GOOD), chocolate - we had them all. They also drink a lot of exotic fruit juices here (did you know the cashew had juice? The nuts we eat are the stems of the fruit - the juice is in the fruit - yum!) Then the Brazillian teens started playing a hand-action game, and pretty soon everybody was in on the act...not to be outdone, the Koreans showed us a "thumb game" with a painful penalty for the loser, so everyone switched to that - fortunately the restuarant was not crowded, because we were the loud crowd! Some of the kids who had been at the camp came to pizza with the friends who invited them - it was a wonderful witness of the kind of fun, fellowship and excitement we can have in the body of believers.

The day finished after midnight and here I am, juiced up on pizza and unable to sleep...we prayed for you all again this morning...more to come, grace and peace to you all

So what does she know about baseball?

So, you ask: "Where is she?" Good question. I didn't have the proper adapter for my computer and the battery died...then we were too busy to get it charged, but now I am up and running. In spite of a long day, I am posting late at night because at 4 pm I had some of that great Brazilian coffee that I like so much - I could probably write this at 3 a.m. just fine!



Ah, traveling - it never changes...arrived at DFW gate 12 and was sent by the gate agent to meet my connection at gate 40...but the plane was at gate 18...suitcase arrived in pieces (I knew it was too good a price...) BUT it is wonderful to see the friends I made here last year :) We (and 17 bags of sports equipment) were met at the airport, carried to Pastor Robson's home, and we've rested, showered and eaten an enormous meal with a fabulous dessert. I do not overstate. "Enormous" and "fabulous" are the right words!

As usual there are plenty of English-speakers, or people who are learning English, and it has been easy to communicate. Our hosts really appreciate it when we try to speak a few phrases in Portuguese - they are kind to correct us and applaud us when we get it right...it's very encouraging to learn language this way (I still can't complete a sentence longer than "thank you for the meal")...we make learning language such a chore when being friends can make it so easy - so I guess the trick is to make friends first and then you will care enough about what your friend has to say that you will try harder to understand!


Binnerri Church from Dallas has sent 12 young people - mostly young professionals who have taken time from work and families to make this trip. I don't know everyone's job, but there is a high school chemistry teacher, a kindergarten teacher, a software designer, a writer, an SMU student who is on their golf team, a med student, 2 staff pastors. Several of them have young children. No one considers it a problem to take off time from work, use vacation time or leave their children with one parent or friends to make this trip - it is a privilege to be able to come. Not only have they come, but before coming they studied about mission, studied Portuguese and even about how to properly teach sports to young children. They are a wonderfully dedicated group of young Christians.


I have written each day's morning devotional - we meet at the church before beginning work to sing, read the Bible, discuss the devotional (in two languages!) and then lift up special prayer concerns. It is a wonderful way to start the day - the world would be a different place if we practiced this more than a week at a time!


Today we went to the school for an assembly. The children sang the national anthem for us, and gave us a thank-you card signed by the students. A 7th grader prayed aloud for the group, thanking God for our presence. Then the youth pastor from Binnerri spoke to them about not letting love for things and people crowd love for God out of their hearts. Afterwards, we all sat in a circle on the floor and each child was allowed to ask one question of the visitors: "What do you eat in America?" "How do you spend your days?" "Tell us about the children in your church." All of the questions posed showed a mature interest in who we were as people and friends.

One of the Binnerri missionaries (the med student) was taken to the hospital by a church member who is a surgeon married to an anesthesiologist. They practice together and he was allowed to go into the operating room with them and watch the operation! It was a great thrill for him.

This afternoon was the first day of the camp - we had around 70 children on the first day! The sports equipment purchased by FPC is great - they were very careful with our money, and got many items (such as bats) used, along with some new things. There are hats, gloves, bases, bats, Ts (as in T-ball), Frisbees, kickballs, whistles, and even a ref shirt ;) The children range in age from 6 to 16. Today and tomorrow they are learning skills: how to throw, how to field, how to hold the bat, how to follow the ball. Friday they will learn the rules of the game and Saturday we will form teams and play a real game.

The children from the church and school are great evangelists and have been very intentional about inviting their unchurched friends - one young girl from the church who was ill today even left her sickbed to go to the camp because her friend said she wouldn't come unless she was there.

So what does she know about baseball? Um, nothing? But I make a mean spreadsheet, so I made a roster on the computer so the church can take attendance, form the teams and follow up with the campers afterwards. Just one of those ways that God shows me what I can do while all those baseball players are doing their thing.

So that's 3 days in 1 post - hopefully the others will be shorter, timelier and a little less like being hosed with information. Thanks for sending me - and we prayed for you all this morning.

“As the Father has sent me, I am sending you.”

God is known by God’s work in the world, and especially by the works of Jesus as recorded in the gospels. Over and over again the gospels (especially the Gospel of John) report Jesus’ witness that he was sent into the world by God the Father; that the words that he spoke were not his own words, but the words of his Father; and that the work he did was in obedience to the commands of his Father. In John 17:20-22 Jesus prays for all “those who will believe in me through their message, that all of them may be one, Father, just as you are in me and I am in you. May they also be in us so that the world may believe that you have sent me.”

We who are indwelt by the Holy Spirit of God – who are children of God the Father and brothers, sisters and co-heirs with Christ - are also being sent into the world with the gospel message. Like Jesus, we too will be known by our works, and our purpose in going is so the world may believe that God the Father sent Jesus and that Jesus sends us.

The Holy Spirit is at work in diverse places, among them Guymon, Oklahoma, Dallas, Texas, Haiti, Brazil, and Zimbabwe – all places that have improbably touched our congregations in the last year. Paul tells us in Ephesians that we are “created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.” We don’t have to invent ways or find places to carry the gospel – God has already prepared these tasks for us and we need only to respond in faith when we are called.

Wherever we go, we reinforce our “family ties” to the existing church and work to expand the Kingdom of God through new relationships. We carry the gospel in various kinds of “buckets”: construction projects, feeding projects, health ministries, Bible studies and sports camps.

We will not be able to change the world with a few mission projects in our lifetime. But the mission will change us – and the landscape of Heaven - forever.

Paul speaks of being “out of his mind” for the sake of God. All of us who are on this trip know a little about being “out of our minds” for the sake of God! Last year and this year the pastors of three churches traveled between Brazil and the United States to get better acquainted and plan this mission. Then our churches raised around $25,000 US buy some baseballs, bats, gloves and a few Frisbees…pretty crazy! Then 14 people took vacation from work, purchased visas and sat in airports and airplanes for more than 12 hours so we could come to Belo and play baseball with a bunch of strangers because we think that baseball is one of the ways we can get people to listen to the message that, “The Kingdom of God is near you.” Luke 10:8. There is nothing about that which makes sense! We must be out of our minds with Paul!

So this week be prepared for the question, “Why are you doing this? Why would you spend so much money and come so far and spend so much time teaching children how to play a ball game?” The answer you should give is, “Because Christ’s love compels us.”

It is our identity in Christ – and our focus on Christ – that keeps us from just being a civic club doing volunteer work. We are a chosen, called-out and privileged people who are doing what the church does through the power of God and not our own strength.

In Christless Christianity, Michael Horton writes that the Kingdom of God is not something we do, it’s something we are receiving, not something we are building. The risen Christ did not say, “I’m leaving now, but you will take my place and extend my work by following my example.” What he said was “All authority in heaven and on earth has been given to me. [So you] go…and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit, teaching them to observe all that I have commanded you, and behold I am with you always, to the end of the age!” Matt. 28:18-20

So let’s go out and be crazy for God.

Why would she go and do that?

I am about to embark on my second trip to visit our friends at Igreja Presbiteriana Missional in Belo Horizonte, Brazil. I will be traveling with Rev. Kye Chung and Rev. Andrew Yi of Binnerri Presbyterian Church in Richardson, Texas, and their group of 12. Our plan is to join with the congregation of Rev. Robson Gomes in putting on a "real American" sports camp for the children of Belo Horizonte, teaching them baseball and making friends.

This is my first attempt at a blog, but it seems like the best way to stay in touch with my own congregation in Guymon, Oklahoma while their pastor wanders around the world.

I went on my first mission trip with Grace Presbytery's Youth Committee (Hi, Rick and Wes!) in 2002 and have since traveled in mission to Texas, Mississippi, Kentucky, New Mexico, South Dakota, Russia and Brazil. I have traveled (not in mission) to Syria, Jordan and Israel.

If you have not yet experienced domestic or foreign mission, I hope this blog will communicate a little bit about how it feels to recognize the same Holy Spirit residing in others who resides in your own heart in a place where you recognize no one and nothing else...how you can enter the home of a stranger and feel in your own spirit that you are entering the home of another Christian...how you can feel safe among people you've never met...how only in a place you've never been can you know how it feels to truly let God direct your steps.