16 agosto 2008

counting down...

Two and a half days and counting until I return up to NW Spain to hike for a week along the Camino de Santiago with some 20-30 Spanish and European high school students. Pray for my little feet to be free of blisters. (As I was walking across town today, I thought, "I walk a decent amount in my daily life in Madrid, so what is different about the Camino? why is it fairly normal to get blisters?" :-)

Madrid - happy thoughts

so... this is somewhat random, or very random, but i just went to the post office to pick up a package (a couple books i had orders) and definitely had a spain moment. i walked out of the post office with my package in hand, heard a guy playing the accordian, noticed the tile on the sidewalk (completely normal here), felt a cool breeze, was headed to the metro and thought "gosh, i love my life. i love living here. it's fun even just to go to the post office." now i don't always feel that way (particularly since it can be a trek to get to the post office), but today all i saw were the things i love.

note: these are pictures of more or less where i was. the last one is where i go running, which is just around the corner (more or less) from the post office.

15 agosto 2008

Nathan's Talent

























So, one of the people i met in Ligonde (Galicia) - NW Spain, was Nathan, a 15 year old who is amazingly talented. Here are two of his photos from his webpage. You should check it out. I'm impressed!

Ethiopia Has FINALLY Come To Spain

So... it looks like my search for Ethiopian food in Spain has finally been successful! Some friends are in town and we're going to go out to eat and I thought I'd search one last time for some Ethiopian food here. And while I didn't find any in Madrid, I did find one in BARCELONA!!! Woohoo!!! Yippee!!! Now I just need to wait until I have reason (and time) to go to BCN. SOOO exciting! And they even have a website. Interesting enough I found it on another blog that seems to be for Ethiopians living in Spain. And there are actually recipes on the website. Yeah! Por fin!

12 agosto 2008

China's Exploitation of Africa

I just was reading a friend's blog and thought i'd add a link and the contents of one of his posts below, which is also located on metafilter. It is talking about China's immoral politics in Africa.

China is raping Africa, economically, because they can, because there's not enough motivation for the rest of the world to blow the whistle. So Africans stay poor and keep battling AIDS and malaria - as long as you can still get your value meal at McDonald's in Peoria, that's all that really matters to you, right?

I've spent the last month living in Zambia, and working in some of the more remote provinces around the country. You know how much gasoline costs in Zambia? Almost 9,000 Zambian Kwacha per litre. That's about $2.80 a litre depending on the day's exchange rate. There's about 3.75 litres to a gallon, right? Zambians pay $10.50 a gallon for gas. And people in the US are crying foul whilst trading in their SUVs...

Why does gas there cost that much? Because the Chinese are smart - they realized that to gain a solid bargaining position, the best thing to control to a land-locked country in Africa was the overland trucking industry. They have a stranglehold on it, and anything they ship into the country comes at whatever premiums they choose. And they maintain this through a complex series of bribes to the political leaders of whatever port host-country it is easiest / cheapest for them to move oil, et. al. through. That's just gas. But of course it takes gas to get food, clothing, building materials, or really anything else for that matter, to market. You can't get a decent meal for under $10 in Zambia.

And so an otherwise completely fertile country sits pretty much stagnant as China swiftly relieves it of its natural resources - shipping off valuable copper to neighboring countries where it can be refined. Zambia sees little to nothing in the way of recompense. Again here, political leaders taking pay-offs to look the other way. They're president has been (theoretically) off in a French military hospital for the last month, for crying out loud.

Why would China bother to do business with Africans in Africa, when its much cheaper to pay off a powerful few, and do business with no one? As long as the rest of the developed world isn't going to step in, it will still be Chinese weapons that ZANU-PF uses to keep Mugabe rich and the rest of the people starved. It will still be Chinese aircraft scorching the earth of Darfur's destitute villages. It will still be China leaching the natural resource out of every country here not sufficiently structured to defend itself from a greedy older sibling on the planet when there are no parents to set rules.

Instead, we, the collective free countries of the world, go to Beijing to play in the games and pretend that China isn't propagating mass suffering in the dark continent, let alone raping the environment in their own.

But at least I can get great Chinese food here, right?


So, yeah. China's here in Ghana too.

The country used to be called the Gold Coast. There's lots of gold here, so mining is a big industry, just like in lots of southern Africa. They've also recently discovered that they have a lot of black gold as well, so of course the Arabs are now streaming in to help solve that problem. China is here too for that. China is huge in Zambia - funding projects everywhere you go to improve the roadways, but that's it - no other infrastructure, no factories, no schools, no shopping centers, no nothing. The only thing the Chinese are sponsoring there (and magnanimously, I might add - they have it painted all over on signs advertising said projects) is building the roads. Because it helps them ship out the natural resources (copper's a primary one in Zambia) faster to places where its cheaper to smelt it for market.

And of course they're in Sudan and Zimbabwe too. Its a sad pattern, but here I am one guy working with one humanitarian org, one voice on the internet that only a couple of people will hear. That's not a lot compared with hundreds of millions of oil-hungry Chinese, not to mention the oil-hungrier US (did you know that California alone consumes more gas than all of China? Gas, not oil - an important distinction, but still. China could eclipse California this year, with 1.3 billion people to CA's 37 million).

I feel like I can see something that's wrong with the world, that's an important thing that needs to be fixed, and pretty much the rest of the planet is deaf and dumb and blind to the problem. It's like that line, I can't remember where its from: "98% of the population is asleep. The other 2% are staring around in complete amazement, abject terror, or both."

The scary thing is that even if I am in the 2% awake on this issue - its only on this issue.


So props to my friend David who is much more up on African politics than I, since he has spent most of this past year working in various parts of Africa with World Vision.

Some songs I was listening to today...


The Lord seems to often speak to me through music. Here are a couple songs I was listening to today that spoke to my heart.

Mi Jesús mi amado - Jesús Adrian Romero
My Jesus, My Beloved/Love

Vengo a rendirme a tus pies agradecido Señor
I come to surrender myself at your feet thankfully, God
Me perdonaste cambiaste mi corazón
You forgave me, you changed my heart
Tu vida diste por mí en una muerte tan cruel
Your life that you gave for me in a horribly cruel death
Por que me amaste siendo yo un vil pecador.
Because you loved me, even as a vile sinner.

Quiero postrarme ante ti Jesús y en silencio
I want to bow down before you, Jesus, and in silence
Reconocer que tu amor por mi no merezco.
Recognize that your love for me is unearned / unmerited.
Mi Jesús mi amado
My Jesus, my Love/Beloved

Quiero postrarme ante ti para adorar Mi Jesús mi amado
I want to bow down before you to worship, my Jesus, my Love
Quiero regar con mis lágrimas tus pies
I want to shower your feet with my tears
Quiero besarlos y así permanecer
I want to kiss your feet and there remain
Y derramar ante ti todo mi ser.
And pour out before you all that I am
---

Take Me - Don Chaffer

"Old ain't a word the I'm fond of," he said.
"And these days I've begun to lose count."
Mumbling she rolls in her wheelchair, and says,
"I'm afraid that they've closed my account."

There's a blur that occurs in the line of their life
That decays the whole notion of sense
And they call to the past, insisting that it last,
While they're climbing down reality's fence

Singing with me
Take me
Take me
Write my name in the most Holy Tome
And when it's my time
To assume the sublime,
Take me to my promised home

And their hands aren't gnarled, they're in love with the earth
And they're dying to go there again
We say the essence of life is strong in our youth,
Slowly buried under wrinkles of skin

But there's God in the way that life comes to an end,
In the way that it draws to a close,
In the saying of soul to the house of the skin,
You're too weak now to really oppose.

Take me
Take me
Write my name in the most Holy Tome
And when it's my time
To assume the sublime,
Take me to my promised home
---

Center - Charlie Hall

You’re the center of the universe
Everything was made in You Jesus
Breath of every living thing
Everyone was made for You

:Pre-Chorus:
You hold everything together
You hold everything together

:chorus:
Christ be the center of our lives
Be the place we fix our eyes
Be the center of our lives


We lift our eyes to heaven
We wrap our lives around your life
We lift our eyes to heaven, to You

what i'm learning

as i shared before, i have been studying the Sermon on the Mount (Matthew 5). i am now to "blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness/justice, for they shall be satisfied." and in the midst of looking up the word for just & justice in the greek, i started to think about several of my worries / preoccupations these days and started to dialog with the Lord over these things.

specifically i now have decided to live with one (maybe two roommates) this year and thus will be paying more in rent. additionally, while i was back in the states i focused mainly on the seeing the few people i could and really enjoying time with them, as well as, giving 100% to the women i was coaching in florida (at a cross-cultural training). so very little time was spent in mpd, or fundraising. i need to spend some time looking at my finances and ministry funds, but have yet reached the time in my summer when i have time. and on top of that i have to finish a seminary class and study for my driver's license (which is a much more time-intensive venture than one might think). all that to say, i fear not having money to make ends meet, primarily because i am choosing to not live on the absolute minimum and in fact to increase how much i spend on rent. it is a decision i have prayerfully made and it is a decision long overdue. yet i fear that since i haven't had more time to correspond with ministry partners and to see everyone, while at home, that something bad might happen and i might not be able to make ends meet. this has never happened before, but with a bit less margin, it is easy to become fearful.

and yet the Lord has recently been teaching me to TRUST HIM to PROVIDE, particularly in the financial realm. i want to continue to live modestly and simply, but at 32 years old, i also think it's okay to spend a bit more than i did when i was in college and to spend what it takes to not run a bed & breakfast or dormitory. again and again as i start to fear the future or become anxious with all that i need to get done, i hear the Lord's tender, sweet and quiet voice which says, "Be still and know that I am God. Dawn, I will take care of you. Don't fear, I love you. I am your God. I will provide for you as a husband does. Do not fear, do not be anxious, trust in ME, trust in me to be God and to tenderly care for you, as a mother does her child." Oh, thank you Lord Jesus! You ARE Good and Gracious and Kind. You ARE the Great Shepherd and, while I so easily forget, I know that YOU and YOU ALONE are God. You own the cattle on a thousand hills. Your grace and your provision are SUFFICIENT for me and they are ABUNDANT. Oh, praise you Lord!

After writing this and looking for a picture, Psalm 23 came to mind (which hasn't been far from my mind since Andreu said "The Lord is my Shepherd" on the Camino and the two of us said it both in english and in spanish. God is so good to use others to remind us of His goodness.

Psalm 23 - A Psalm of David.

The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.

He makes me lie down in green pastures.
He leads me beside still waters.
He restores my soul.
He leads me in paths of righteousness for his name's sake.

Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil, for you are with me;
your rod and your staff, they comfort me.

You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies;
you anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows.

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life,
and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever.

11 agosto 2008

new friends... old friends... just along the way

one of the highlights of being in ligonde was the amazing people i met who were working alongside me or just passing through.

here are a few of the people i remember. (i'll have to come back and write some more about the people i was working with, as i really did learn a lot from them as well. and there is a lot more to be said even about the pilgrims, i am just too tired to write much more right now.)

a spanish guy with 3 kids, i unfortunately don't remember his name, but he got me thinking about walking the whole camino - about 30+ days and about doing it more or less alone. he said he thought everyone at some point should do the whole thing and do it alone. not just as a challenge, but as quality time to think and grow. after the day with the Lord, walking alone, i would really love to walk the whole thing and am trying to think of a time i could actually do it. we'll see...

several hungarians, one named kata, and another one who i can't quite remember her name either, possibly esther. anyway, she impressed me as she talked about her country and asked for our prayers for it. hungary and hungarians will probably always have a special place in my heart since during college our Cru group prayed for hungary and sent people there in the summers to help with an english camp for high school and college students. many of the hungarians who passed through had a hungarian flag on their backpack, so were easy to pick out. but anyway, i digress, this girl i'll call esther asked for prayer for her country during our prayer time, so later i asked her about that (both specifics of why she wanted prayer for her country - since i haven't been the best with keeping up with news of hungary over the years - and about her spiritual journey - she mentioned that several were fasting and praying for their country, not the thing you hear everyday). it was interesting and encouraging to hear that many hungarians are calling out to God to heal their country, which economically isn't doing so well and still has a very high rate of suicide among youth. so, if you think of it pray and fast for hungary with them and for them.

i also met this woman christine, who is an american and who will probably crash at my place on wednesday on the way back to the states. she was walking with an austrian friend she had met along the way, named crista.

there were some sweet madrileños and catalans and sevillanos i met as well, including several who were extremely open about their spiritual journey. it was fun to talk about God and Jesus and what He means to me and my spiritual journey as well as listening to them.

i met an english woman and a spanish woman who had both discovered God along the camino. after explaining the Gospel to both they both said that was what they wanted in their life. they had both grown up with spiritual baggage that had kept them from allowing God into their lives, but now wanted to release control to him. please pray for them.

there was a japanese kid and a german girl, both of whom were searching for God but who were waiting for him to reveal himself to them along the camino. they had three days left of walking when the stayed with us. please pray for them.

again and again people commented on the peace present at our refuge and how there was something different about this place, something that drew them in and made them feel at home. we shared that we wanted to serve them and to demonstrate Jesus's character through both actions and words. it is amazing how open people are during this journey, pilgrimage, and how almost all of them are looking for something spiritual. pray that they would find Jesus.

there are a few people i will hopefully talk with again, but many whom we were only a day in their life. fortunately God is in control and he can use their time with us and at the refugio in powerful ways to draw them to him.

three days walking...

as we were working at the house with pilgrims, most of which had spent nearly a month walking the camino and some just a few days AND as part of the training, we walked the camino for three days. we had 5 Euros each for the entire time, plus some group money which was limited. we walked with all the belongings we would take and we had to find housing along the way and take care of any other needs we (personally and collectively) might have.

the first day was our day with the Lord and we were asked to walk alone and given some instructions for how we could spend our time if we wanted some instruction. this was a great blessing, particularly after a week of having very little time alone. it was so good to have time really completely ALONE with Jesus. the only thing i was sad about was that this day came to a close.

also on this day the Lord blessed me with a walking stick. i asked a man at a store where we began in O´Cebreiro about buying a walking stick. all his sticks were 7 euros and i only had 5 for the next 3 days. i asked if he might have something less, he asked how much i had and i said 5, but quickly added that i couldn't spend it all on the walking stick. i told him that i could spend 2 and he said he didn't have anything, so i went on my way. about 5km (3 miles) into our walk, i saw a car stop ahead and it was Alicia (a friend) with a walking stick saying that the guy went looking for me later to gift me this walking stick. he said that he liked me and felt bad for not having anything to sell to me, so wanted to just give me one of his walking sticks. i just happened that she arrived right before the big hills came along (where a walking stick, particularly on the downhills, is very helpful). i might also add that this night, after finding a place for us to eat, a woman invited me to a coffee. so at the end of day one i still had all of my 5 euros.

this night we slept in a gym with hundreds of others and got VERY LITTLE sleep, thanks to the chorus of snoring people and several crying children which then echoed throughout the gym. at least it was dry and warm. and since we didn't have to pay for our housing, we got to have a bit nicer dinner with hot food!

the second day was the day where we would walk with one other person and ask the Lord to give us opportunities to bless the other pilgrims along the way and to share the Gospel with them. i walked with Esther from Austria and a 10-year old boy, Nicolas, from France. i got a chance to practice my limited french and to learn some more. i also met some fun catalans (from NE Spain) and got to talk quite a lot with Jose and the others about Jesus and what it means (and doesn't mean) to follow him. they invited me to a drink and some snacks. (i spent 1 euro on a coffee along the way, was later invited to a snack, and later got an extra euro that i was told to keep after buying the sandwiches and translating for our group. and someone invited me to another coffee. so, i still had 5 euros.)

this night we slept outside under a cement covered overhang. i met a sweet girl from Estonia (in northern europe). this night was nice other than the annoyance by some that several of our group got beds inside (for which we had to pay) and the rest of us (and the majority of us) were sleeping outside. i slept pretty well, but was harshly awakened by two japanese pilgrims sleeping with us under this overhang arguing and one throwing up in on the step right above where most of us were sleeping. it was strange and disturbing and for awhile i thought he was not drunk, but severely sick. my estonian friend was unfortunately directly by the vomit, so she quickly moved down to where we were and eventually the craziness subsided and we went back to sleep.

all three days were amazingly beautiful, but this day we left at 6am, which meant we were walking as the sun was rising and through a heavy fog, which made everything quite surreal.

the third day was the day we walked in small groups. andreu had asked to be my partner the day before, right after i had agreed to walk with ester. so he and i had agreed to walk together this day. marian, reyes, and ester joined our group (which was great fun). andreu and marian took advantage of me being around to practice their english and it was fun to get to know them both better. this day we walked 37km, which is a bit more than 22 miles. generally we would have walked the first stretch and done the later half on the next day.

after leaving at 6am without breakfast or coffee we decided that the first cafe we came to after walking a bit, we'd stop for coffee. we stopped at this really quaint rustic place which i have always passed when walking the camino, but never stopped to eat. we ordered coffee and pan con tomate (good spanish bread toasted with tomatoe and olive oil rubbed onto it - the best breakfast in the world, or close there to). the coffee came in large bowls, at least 2-3x what we would have normally gotten - tazones en vez de just tazas. we enjoyed a semi-leisurely breakfast and then went on our way. we pooled all our money together and by God's grace we had all saved most of it until this time. and thankfully our money went far at this particular cafe.

later we stopped in puertamarine (where several years ago both marian and i had jumped off a bridge a couple times into the lake below). we reminisced about this time, endured the never ending downhill, part of which we walked backwards to help out the knees, and all stopped to get some lunch. we enjoyed a salad between the now six of us and got tuna empanadas (a specialty of this region) and stopped by the grocery store for some aquarius (the spanish version of gatorade, and by the way in my opinion it also tastes much better) and fruit for the camino. the second stretch was ALL uphill and in full sun. it was definitely a time where i needed to depend on the Lord to be patient with others, to love others, and to choose to slow down to walk with those who wanted to stop and rest or go at a slower pace. it was good to be pushed beyond my normal limits. and it was great to have my friend marian, or mari-angeles, with me to talk and process our reactions (mainly the not so good reactions/emotions of impatience, judgment, criticalness, etc.,).

when we got to ligonde, where the refuge/albergue we have, it was SOOO nice! and we actually got to sleep in a bed for the night. it was nice to just be clean.

this night we shared about our experiences and i learned quite a bit from just the sharing of others. if i have time, i might share more about each of these days later.

note: the picture above has the yellow arrows that you follow on the camino. they show the way to santiago (the destination for most). we actually walked only to ligonde, where the albergue is.

cows, blisters, tents, horreos, and simplicity
































There are many things about which I have both contemplated during my time in Ligonde.

First, to paint a picture of our time, we were living in a town of I believe about 80 or 90. Most of the living beings we saw were animals and, in fact, our neighbors lived in the same house as the animals. The most common smell was that of cow manure and a several time a day occurrence was the moving of the cows. They went from one plot of land or barn to another. (I should have asked more questions, but I'm still not fully sure why this took place.) But without fail we'd have to move out of the way to not get stampeded or pooped on (literally). It was a town of simplicity. A place in which many of the houses recently got electricity and plumbing. A place in which it is a normal thing for laundry to be washed outside by hand and for women into their 70s and 80s to work HARD from sunrise to long after sunset. A place where common knowledge includes how to birth a calf or a lamb or a baby for that matter.

There is still an eclectic mix of people. One is Jose who lived in Switzerland for some time, speaks french, italian, english, german, spanish, and gallego, or at least decent amounts of each. He came home when his brother died to help out the family and hasn't left since. He said he's already seen the world and has no need to leave Ligonde for much. He enjoys his simple life and his family.

Maria and Jesús are the neighbors who live WITH their animals. You walk in their house and the room on the left is for the cows, the kitchen is on the right (with no door, just a door frame, between the two, then upstairs is where the people and cats sleep. Definitely a very modest and unupdated home.

We slept in tents outside the full two weeks, so as to not take the spaces of pilgrims in the house. I began the time sleeping with my friend Ruth and her daughter Elia and then, after they left, had a tent to myself. We ate outside, generally showered with cold water (occasionally it was warm, which was always a nice surprise), and definitely lived in community. We woke up at 6:30ish to prepare the coffee & milk for the pilgrims, to clean the house, and to eat ourselves. We had a time of prayer in pairs and then began our day. The morning was spent preparing the house for the day, greeting pilgrims who passed by or stopped momentarily to get their credential stamped, to chat, to get some coffee, to use the bathroom, etc., and we had some teaching times for the western european new staff training. After several hours of class we got ready for lunch and then spent the afternoon attending to pilgrims, relaxing a bit, and preparing for the evening (cooking, preparing stories, etc.,). In the evening we showed the Jesus Film, had a time of prayer (for our needs and those of the pilgrims - this was generally in about 4 different languages with some translation), ate dinner with the pilgrims inside, had a storytelling time (where we shared a couple prepared stories, heard stories from the camino, and then spent some time reflecting on the day and to take care of business (in terms of forgiving, asking for forgiveness, and receiving forgiveness so as to "not let the sun go down on our anger"). This was a very special time. Lights in the house went out at 11pm, which is about the time the stars came out outside. Often we'd walk to a local cafe to hang out a bit more and during which I enjoyed the quietness of this little town and the clearness of the sky (with its millions of stars) and would quietly thank God for bringing me here, for His creation, for His goodness, and for the happenings of the day.

While I haven't much shared about my ponderings, the simplicity and the magic of this place will remain with me. (And in just about 10 days I will be back in this part of Spain hiking the camino with teenagers from across Europe. You can definitely pray for this time.)

Note: The second picture is of an "horreo", is is where corn is kept so as not to be eaten by the squirrels. And it is pronounced "oreo" like the cookie. The first picture is of a ternera, a calf, Eva and I were shown some 4 day old calves by Maria Eugenia, one of the neighbors. Amazing!

coming back to madrid...

so, i arrived back in madrid this morning at about 10:30am. amazing, since i left ligonde this morning at 5:15am, but thanks to johnny & chema, i got home safe (and was able to sleep for more than half the trip). i had planned on coming home by train (which would have put me back at 9:30 pm), but after finding out they were driving back through madrid i canceled my ticket. it was a good decision.

when i found out it was only 10:30 am, i thought, "wow, i have the whole day left!" but in reality i have spent the day unpacking, doing laundry, sleeping, resting, and sleeping some more. (it's kind of ironic, as when chema asked if i was going to go back to sleep when i got home, i said definitively no. oh well. the only thing i really needed to do today was catch up a bit on e-mail, get resettled, go grocery shopping (so i can eat - which is yet to be done).

while much warmer than ligonde (which by the way was FREEZING), madrid is not quite the smoldering heat i expected. i even have the windows open and have a nice, cool breeze.

note: the second picture is the sierra, the mountains which is what we passed through on the way into madrid. it is really beautiful! (as is much of spain.) :-)

my last couple of weeks

the past two weeks i have been in VERY rural NW Spain, where it is much more normal to see cows, roosters, hens, sheep, chicks, goats and dogs running down the street than people, except the pilgrims traveling the Camino de Santiago.

i had the privilege of joining 30-40 others from around europe to serve at the Fuente del Peregrino albergue in Ligonde, Spain.

the next few posts will be dedicated to sharing some of the memories and lessons from that time.