Exodus

We're taking off to Kyrgyzstan in less than 24 hours! I'm trippin' out.

Orientation is pretty much over! Our four long days of prayer, personality tests, presentations, ice breakers, and drafting up language arts curriculum is all set. Our final day tomorrow will just be finally touring Boston and seeing the sights. OH! I got to step foot on Harvard! And M.I.T., as well as Boston University. Oddly enough though, Kurt, our leader, and I were lookin' at the students walkin' around these prestigious schools.. and they just looked like total squares! We were like, "Dude. They're sissies... We could take 'em." We were so tempted to just walk by one and give him a lil' shove and be like "...what? what??"

I have never heard a thunderstorm like I did at 2am last night. Somebody must've prayed for the flood gates of heaven to open. Like a sky-borne earthquake, the sky just screamed and ripped apart, lit up with electricity and poured out so much rain that it just flooded right through the open window and onto the bed! I seriously thought it was C4. I shot up, my roommate did too and he rushed to the window to seal us in. It was kind of sad, because I was seriously hoping for some sunshine for the last day - it's been raining ever since we got here, and anyone that knows me knows I seriously don't like rain. I'm about ready to go.

Yeah... the team is just about set. We all feel super close, and the anticipation of going is starting to drive us insane. I'm a bit depressed though that I never got to see Transformers 2... i GUESS i just have to wait for DVD.

But honestly the movie really hasn't been on my mind. My teaching partner Chi, who was randomly assigned to me, is actually pretty big on the works of the Holy Spirit, and truly believes in Its healing power and ability to really transform mankind. Once I found this out I got so pumped for revival. I'm soooo ready to see the flood gates of heaven shoot open above Kyrgyzstan... and the rain to never end.


Please pray for me for sanity on these flights. I've never flown for more than maybe 5 hours one-way. It's going to be LONG.

Genesis

"Before I formed you in the womb I knew you;

Before you were born I sanctified you;

I ordained you a prophet to the nations."

JEREMIAH 1:5

Today marked the beginning of a long, long mission. What do you expect on trips like this? What can you expect? Besides day trips to Mexico, this is a first to be remembered forever.

With so much racing and raging on in my head this morning I had to start it all off with a prayer of repentance - the last thing I needed was extra baggage. I arrived in Boston, Mass. with little trouble, studied the subway map for thirty minutes Michael-Scofield style (the "T" is pretty complex!) and then got right onboard and headed inbound to the church for Orientation.

My team of seven: Van-Kim, Eva, Tim, Joyce, Chi, Jocelyn, and I stumbled upon each other one-by-one at starbuckses and on the streets, and all made it in on time at Noon to be led by our fearless leader Kurt Morrill. We spent our first moments introducing ourselves but by this time had already known each other and found out we're from all over the states, and one of us from Canada. The canadian accent is pretty distinct.

Amidst the intros and logistics, learning a little russian phrases and eatin' Indian buffet and thai food, we were told we will be spendin' the rest of the week here in Boston and then flyin' out to Kyrgyzstan this weekend. This week we'll just be continually discussing Islam, how to effectively share the Gospel, the history and dymanics of the Kyrgyzstan country and everything inbetween all these.

Sorry. I'm sitting here trying to write something more creative but after one full day of bustling about and lugging bags and being attentive and staying awake with a seemingly infinite nosebleed I find myself speechless. I'm currently cramped up sitting next to my sleeping teammate Tim and kyrgyzstan team alumni Josiah and six other roommates of his on the third floor of a tiny boston apartment, typing with a keyboard on my lap, monitor on a mini-fridge and mouse on the floor. Perhaps after I get acclimated to the 90mph days and 90 square cm space I'll find some time to reflect, pray, and then (of course) write something more creative.


Just pray for me that I can remain sane and focused. This is an operation the King has called me on, and the last thing i'd want is to miss the purpose. He's already teaching me to stretch. Or, I guess, shrink. Perhaps this is Step 1.