Hi Everyone…..
I would like someone to tell me what day it is? We wake up somedays not knowing where we are going and what home we will be in but that is OK because I know we will adjust .
As for now I am (more…)
The Colors of Brazil.
The Farm where the Mission School was held had some of the most incredible (more…)
Patricia
9 Julho
Nausea doesn’t exactly describe the feeling, but it is close.
Three years ago when we visited this church, Igracia Agua Viva in the garbage dump of Olinda, she was my favorite.
Patricia (pat REE cee ah is the correct Portuguese pronunciation..) was 14 then. Beautiful as (more…)
Mission School Journal, July 7
7 Julho
The hammock swings gently as I burrow deeper under the beach towel that is serving me as a blanket. Somewhere in the distance a dog barks, and the rain rattles on the clay tile roof, then cascades to the sand below.
A breeze blows a mist of rain in under the porch roof of our little house and (more…)
Dirty Underwear.
6 Julho
I’m glad I didn’t try to build myself up as someone special before we came here. I’ve used an expression since I can remember for someone who looks out of place. “It looks like they just got off the boat…..”
This past several days, (more…)
Mission School Journal, July 6
6 Julho
This last two days have been intense. Our mandate when we came was to introduce the foundations of the ministry of liberation and inner-healing, and there is no better way than simply to take someone through the process.
So we did. The Brazilians live in a world that is more spiritually aware and life, both the good and bad are less hidden from view, and so I think they were less surprised than the English.
I’ve spent the last few days, (more…)
Mission School Journal, July 3
3 Julho.
I’ve been told more than once that I can be overly dramatic when I write. and I have to admit it’s true. After all, (more…)
Mission School Journal, July 2, more
2 Julho,
As I sit here in the dark on the stoop of plantation housing built a hundred years ago, I am moved by what God is doing. Why God chooses (more…)
Mission School Journal,July 2, 2006
2 Julho
I looked in her eyes, the young slender woman who walked among the children laying her hands on their heads, blessing them and praying over them, then (more…)
Settling in,
The palms and coconut trees dance and the surf pounds the seawall, moved by a stiff breeze off the Atlantic. The sun is bright between small bursts of rain that wash the streets and bring the color to the tropical flowers that grow almost everywhere.
We’ve spent this past few days (more…)
