I hear the waterfalls rush,
I taste iced tea (extra lemon),
and I see this:
"Home is where one starts from." If Mr. Eliot is to be trusted, this is a good place to start.
From this chair.
From this chair I feel the summer breeze billow,
I hear the waterfalls rush,
I taste iced tea (extra lemon),
and I see this:
I hear the waterfalls rush,
I taste iced tea (extra lemon),
and I see this:
Faithful readers, this is what I've been spending my time on
The project is a 23-minute documentary, a videographic exposé of life in Uganda without clean drinking water.
This is not an obscure story.
We don't have to travel deep into jungles to find it.
About 1,000,000,000 people don't have water to drink today.
I'm directing this thing, but it will be impossible to accomplish without the
support of other simple people who are driven by the love of Christ.
See more at the website: uganda23.com
Exploring
If one ventures beneath downtown Rochester, NY, one may find themselves here.
Here, I should say, is the abandoned subway system (wiki link).
One will spy impressive graffiti.
The abode of a homeless individual.
And if you're lucky, a colored pencil draft of said graffiti
(complete with the artist's note-to-self to call Progressive Insurance).
Needless to say, A few adventurers got their fill this spring afternoon.
Sierra Baja
Well, I have. In Sierra Baja, España.
Three years ago, I joined a group of folks on a trip to Spain. During the last week of our visit we ran
a kids camp in this little village, and when I say this place was small, I overstate. It covered maybe 10
square acres. We thought it'd be fun to play Capture the Flag to bond with the kids so we asked the
local teenagers where they usually played... the answer, "Everywhere!" These acres became our playing
field. Every alley, every twisty sidewalk was game. Oh, I forgot a detail! Only a handful of people
actually live there. Most of the inhabitants were amiable elderly farmers or wrinkly grandmothers.
Needless to say, I remember that day fondly.
Flashback
I happened upon her four years ago on a certain mountain trail in Nepal.
I never said a word to her and never will. Nevertheless, she has significantly shaped
my life. Her unwavering gaze pierces my comfort-coated mindset. The God I serve
loves that little girl, so much that He traded His life for hers. But she will never
know because no one has told her. I fatefully forget in my comfort that my God
loves beyond imagination.
He died for a poor little girl in Nepal. Who will tell her?
Pee Wee (87)
"You can call me Pee Wee. No one loves the Yankees as much as I do.
But I still loved my wife more; we were married for 61 years. You
wanna hear a riddle? --What is the longest sentence in the world? Ha!
I already answered that: marriage."
I already answered that: marriage."
Scarves: $10
"My name is Hassan; I am from Pakistan. For 10 years I have sold
my goods in this city. Allah blesses me with enough to provide
for my family in Pakistan; I survive on the rest. During profitable
years, I can save enough to visit them and my homecountry."
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