We'll Always Have Paris

I am off to Morocco.

A team from my church, Brandywine Valley Baptist Church, will be going there for 17 days to do ministry to orphans, and street children in the city of Fez, and then to run camp at the Village of Hope. We get back July 8th.

Prayers would be appreciated in just about any and every aspect you could think of.

We might (and I stress that) have access to the Internet while we're over there, in which case, I might (again, I stress it) be able to slip on to let the blogging world know how I'm doing.

And in the meantime, I am leaving.

I am leaving, I am leaving, but the fighter still remains.

I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship.

Here's Looking at You, Kid...

Road to Morocco

We're off on the road to Morocco
This taxi is tough on the spine (hit me with a band-aid, Dad)
Where they're goin', why we're goin', how can we be sure
I'll lay you eight to five that we'll meet Dorothy Lamour (yeah, get in line)

Off on the road to Morocco
Hang on till the end of the line (I like your jockey. Quiet)
I hear this country's where they do the dance of the seven veils
We'd tell you more (uh-ah) but we would have the censor on our tails (good boy)

We certainly do get around
Like Webster's Dictionary, we're Morocco bound

We're off on the road to Morocco
Well look out, well clear the way, 'cause here we come
Stand by for a concussion
The men eat fire, sleep on nails and saw their wives in half
It seems to me there should be easier ways to get a laugh
(Shall I slip on my big shoes?)

Off on the road to Morocco
Hooray! Well blow a horn, everybody duck
Yeah. it's a green light, come on boys

We run into Villians but we haven't any fears
Paramount will protect us cause we're signed for five more years (yeah)

Certainly do get around
Like Webster's Dictionary, we're Morocco bound

We certainly do get around
Like a complete set of Shakespeare that you get
in the corner drugstore for a dollar ninety-eight
We're Morocco bound

Or, like a volume of Omar Khayyam that you buy in the
department store at Christmas time for your cousin, Julia
We're Morocco bound
(We could be arrested)

~ Bob Hope & Bing Crosby, Road To Morocco

Answered Prayer!

Joe's passport is on it's way to New Castle. He's to go pick it up this evening after work.

Thank you, Lord, all the passports and visas have made their way safely in.

Whatever Happens...

Glory to God in the highest.

Odds

So what are the odds that you'll run into a friend, on more of a whim rather than planned, and you'll find that they are reading the exact same book as you?

What are the odds that, when asked where they are in the book, they'll be in exactly the same part of the book as you?

And what are the odds, when wanting to know exactly what page they're on because this is just too much of a coincidence, that you'd both be on the exact same page?

How to Take Typhoid

I've had to take my Typhoid pills over this last week, as I get ready for going to Morocco. I wrote out the instructions from my doctor and left them on the fridge at home so I'd have them as a daily reminder of when to take them/not to take them. What follows are my instructions.

Never knew that was how I take typhoid. ;)

(The second batch of instructions comes courtesy of my brother.)

Hi, God!

There's a massive thunderstorm going on out of my window at the moment. I'd be out in it, running and playing, if not for the small fact that lightning seems to be in overabundance at the moment.

I'm reminded my oldest nephew, Andrew, who is about 2 and 1/2. When it rains, and there is thunder, instead of getting scared as most children do at that age, he walks over to the window, climbs up the chair, and timidly looks out the window. After that, he cautiously waves his hand to the outside voice, and says in the sweetest and smallest of voices, "Hi, God!"

Instead of being afraid at the big bumps and booms of the night, he talks to God in the way that only a child can. I wish I did that with as much faith as he does it.

Oh, listen - there it goes again.

Hi, God!

Business Hours

First Post

I've set this blog up, and thought, to begin it, it would be brilliant of me to say something profound and deep in my first post.

I racked the corners of my brain, searching for that deep and hidden meaning of life that always illuded me, promising myself that I, and I alone, would be the one to share it.

And nothing came.

And then I realized that what I had to say didn't have to be brilliant, deep, or thoughtful, though it could be all those things at any given time. Nor did what I have to say be snarky, witty, or funny, despite the fact that there will no doubt be times when what I do say comes down to that.

It just had to be said.