Update

HI ALL!
       It's been awhile since I blogged. So I'll fill you in on what's going on. YES! I'm still alive up here in the far reaches of the world within the winter landscape of Nome, Alaska. Things have been gradually warming up in recent weeks AND the sun is now up by 8 and sets at about 9. So it sort of feels like it was back in Virginia, though walking home from places at 8:30 and it looking like 6:30 is still kind of odd. Oh well, so may it be.
       Iditarod just ended! I saw about 3 mushers including 1st place, 2nd place, and I think 14th. The fun thing is that there are about 60 mush teams competing in the race, 11 have scratched so that's somewhere in the range of about 49 or so mushers that will be coming into Nome, THAT'S A LOT OF DOGS! And the dogs are all neatly gathered about a minute walk from my front door. They were pretty quite during the night which I am happy about, but then again I think my apartment is pretty darn soundproof to the outside. The other thing about the Iditarod is that every time a mush team is on it's way into Nome, they sound the city siren. I can barely hear that from my bedroom, so I haven't really been losing sleep over it. BUT, I now have another cool thing to scratch off my bucket list. I won't find too many people outside of Alaska who can say they've seen and lived by where the Iditarod ends!
       Within my ministry life, I rejoice to say that there are a good number of elementary youths who have really been latching onto Community United Methodist Church's Wednesday Night Bible School called "Faith Followers". These kids have been remembering scriptures and stories from weeks before and it has honestly very much impressed me! I'm very proud of them and thrilled to see that they are indeed growing spiritually somewhat. I've also been very active in prayer, study and attending services for Lent and it has been supporting my spiritual growth. AND I've volunteered for several city and church activities like the NEST Program (which houses and feeds homeless during the winter) and Safety Patrol (Which is where people patrol the city between midnight and 5:30am to make sure no one is about to drive drunk or freezing to death).
        The interesting thing about these things I've been volunteering for, is that sometimes I say just say "yes" without thinking twice about it, which in a way is really filling up my schedule. It is a good thing to keep myself active though, as I need to be to take my mind off other stuff. Being a missionary can be challenging in a new environment because sometimes, it can be really difficult to find a social group of people the missionaries age (or at least that would be a good idea to socialize with on a personal level). The bar life is very popular around here, so it's made things a bit difficult to find people my age to hang out with that doesn't include drinking.
         On another note I will now be taking the position of Coordinator for the Nome Youth Court. This is going to be a little stressful at first since I have very little knowledge of how the court room process actually works (I didn't watch enough Court Room Drama I suppose :P). The Nome Youth Court, if I haven't mentioned it before, is a trail for a youth led by youth, and these are not pretend trials, these are legitimate. They are all carried out before a real judge however, but this court allows the youth to participate in community service to completely clear their record as opposed to making it look bigger then it really is. The Nome Youth Court handles cases like drinking, tobacco violations and minor violence. It's going to be stressful and exciting.
         Anyway, I'm going to try and blog at least once every month just to keep everyone posted.

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Chris

Culture Shock

                This past week I went through a training session for PRIME For Life. PRIME For Life is an alcohol and Drug education class that seeks to help people find out where they are at in their life in terms of their use. PRIME For Life is NOT a class that is out there to say, “Don’t drink, drinking is bad for you and will always turn you into an alcoholic.” What is REALLY does though is show it’s students statistic and valid research that has been developed and recorded over long periods of time that relate to the party life, alcohol and drug use, advertising and addiction. It’s information was all tremendously fascinating and truly enabled me to see things that I didn’t even think about in the past. PRIME For Life Is presented to people who have gotten into some sort of trouble in the past, but it also to colleges and high schools. After an intense three day training session, I have been officially certified to teach PRIME For Life. The program really captured me because a lot of the same statistics could be linked to spirituality and Christian Practice, but I won’t get into that just now because it’s going to take a great deal of time to do research and study on that subject.

                I realize I haven’t updated quite as frequently I said I would. One, I’ve been super busy, two, things have been repetitive for a short while. These things are now changing. Lately, I’ve been getting a lot of certifications: Food Worker, CPR/FIRST AID, PRIME For Life, and pretty soon I just might pick up a Kitchen Manager Certification also. Alongside of this you may have realized that I haven’t posted any web blogs in awhile. Internet is very expensive here in Nome, and uploading web blogs has become very expensive. I’ve been thinking about doing one web blog maybe every other month or so. That way you all can sort of SEE how I’m doing.

                Other then all this, I want to take a moment to talk about my experience here in Anchorage. I have been living in Nome since September, so it was just spot on five months before I left for this trip. Five months of walking everywhere (with counting the number of times I actually drove on two hands), no traffic lights, no traffic period, no huge shopping centers, tall office buildings, no fast food at every corner, no Starbucks, the list goes on. And staying in a hotel was a bit strange. I mean, I did take one other trip since I was in Nome, but that was to one of the Neighboring Villages, Teller, and that was a place smaller then Nome. Driving was crazy, encountering traffic lights, heavy traffic and roads where the MPH exceeds 40 were enough to get my nerves to bubble like they did whenever I stepped into a car in Northern Virginia. It really hit me how uncomfortable it was going through traffic and how much more relaxed my mind and soul had become while living in Nome.

                After I had gone to the Costco in Anchorage, once I left the shopping center and got back into the Yaris I rented, I realized how taken back I was by walking into a huge store like that. It was as if my mind had forgotten what it was like to be in a huge department store, only after five months! I spent the first 26 years of my life in Northern Virginia, and it only took five months for my mind to almost forget what the feeling was like being in a place so huge where people are running around like crazy people trying to find what they need. From the hotel looking out the window and seeing tall buildings was strange for me for the first time in my life. If this is what it felt like for me, I can’t fathom what it must be like to grow up in a remote Alaskan Village for the majority of a person’s life and make that sudden change to a bigger city or town then the person might be used to. But this brought me close.

                I’m not sure if I touched base on the issue of seclusion that people feel in Alaskan Villages and Cities. It’s different here in Anchorage and further south. It’s different because I noticed that for the first time in five months, I could (if I had brought my passport) have gotten on the road and drove to the Lower 48! The people living in these villages have to deal with the known fact that there is no way out except by plane. The shock of being in a heavily populated area must feel like either freedom from a cage, or frightening because it’s too much, I’m not sure, because I haven’t walked in their shoes for as long as they have.

                It’s an interesting emotion to put into words, but Culture Shock are the only words I can think of. Not sure what this may provide for you, but I ask that you pray for these people who live out in these remote regions of the Earth. These people are self-reliant, independent survivors, and some of the toughest people I’ve ever met.

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A New Years Resolution

                                            "Guard your heart, for it is the wellspring of life."
                                                                        Proverbs 4:23

             This passage can have many meanings. When I first heard it I linked it to a Soldier or perhaps a Knight of some old medieval order. Knights and Soldiers have something in common, as does any other class of person that upholds some order or code, they all wear armor. Police and Soldiers where some sort of body armor to protect them from bullets. Underneath this they wear their BDUs and perhaps some other layers of clothing. Knights have many layers. On top they wear some sort of cloth of a certain color or something that displays the kingdom or empire they swear loyalty to. Underneath that they could wear plate armor which has many pieces all over the body composed of different names. Underneath that they could wear chain mail, and underneath that is some kind of hardened cloth. Then under that they wear their tunic and ect. SO as you can see, they clearly intend to keep themselves well protected from arrows, swords, spears or whatever else may come down upon them trying to tear away flesh and break bones.

             If we would apply this same thought to our faith, what would our faith and loyalty to The Father require to protect ourselves from the evils of the world. Luckily, there is a passage for this. As it was two years ago when I was a staff member and Adult Leader for the St. Stephen's Youth Group participating in The Jeremiah Project (http://www.jeremiahproject.org/) the scripture of the summer had to deal with this kind of protection:

Ephesians 6: 11-18
 

"Put on the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil. For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places. Wherefore take unto you the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand. Stand therefore, having your loins girt about with truth, and having on the breastplate of righteousness; And your feet shod with the preparation of the gospel of peace; Above all, taking the shield of faith, wherewith ye shall be able to quench all the fiery darts of the wicked. And take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God: Praying always with all prayer and supplication in the Spirit, and watching thereunto with all perseverance and supplication for all saints;"

               I love how this version of the scripture is worded. To me in bestows me with a power that I gain from my Father, Master and Teacher. I feel as though these words are being spoken to me as if I was some sort of Knight about to charge into battle against the forces of wickedness. However, for more life practical reasons, I want to focus on what this means for everyday choices that we may encounter.

               Let's think about these two scriptures together and how we can apply these to everyday life, and the paths we choose to walk. In Ephesians the scripture is telling us to walk the path of life with truth, righteousness, the Gospel of peace, faith, spirit (which is the Word of God) and prayer. With these actions a person WILL grow more in their faith. Is it easy to walk this road with all these taking place all the time? Well, I'm certain you as well as me know the answer to that one... No, it's not!

               Face it, we all slip up and make mistakes, sometimes really small ones and other times really REALLY big ones. I'm not perfect, and even though I may be a missionary for the United Methodist Church and pretty much am supposed to be acting as one of God's fingertips, even I slip up in my Mission work (thank God He knows how much we can screw up! At least it is true, nothing in this world is free except for the Grace of God).

               But think about it, what would life be like IF we DID TRY to uphold all these everyday? Oh my would that be amazing! Being totally perfect in His eyes... That would be truly something. And do not forget:

Luke 15:17

"I tell you that in the same way there will be more rejoicing in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine righteous persons who do not need to repent."

                                                                                                                             ~Jesus Christ 

                If you are a sinner like me, perhaps this idea of rejoicing warms your heart. NINETY-NINE! That's a WHOLE LOT OF PEOPLE! A WHOLE LOT! Now, I'm going to get personal here. Before I left Fairfax County there was a goodbye party held for me. I was deeply moved by how many people showed up to see me before I left for my mission. I prayed and gave such great thanks to God for that experience. And keeping the parable of the lost sheep in mind, and this last verse of the story... I mean, "more rejoicing in HEAVEN"... A party just for me for making this commitment to Him, to follow this path and walk of life... That is enough to bring tears of joy to my eyes. The best part about it is, this can happen for you too.

               This is my new years resolution, to guard my heart. To do this I have to put on that Armor of God I mentioned earlier. Now I have been trying to do this for awhile, but it's hard, but Jesus never said following him would be a piece of cake. There are a lot of things that will be difficult to accept following in this path means, at least for me:

        

        1. I can't date someone who isn't Christian, especially someone who doesn't believe in God. That would only make my faith weaker I think since I have dedicated myself to much to God. Plus I can't imagine God being to happy with me if I were to let someone who didn't believe in Him also have a hand in the workings of my heart. That would be like two opposing forces battling it out.

        

         2. I can't "party" if you understand what kind of "party" I am talking about. Actually, let me restate that, I can't participate in certain social situations. Some social situations I can't be a part of because somehow I believe sin will make it's way into my heart and actions. I know I am a weak creature, which is why I have to rely on God to guide me.

        

         3. I need to be more extroverted. This is hard because I am an introvert (believe it or not). I need to be approaching people more. Engage more with people about God, faith and the wonders it can bring. This is harder for me then you may think because I am not one to get myself into heated debates, arguments, or I shutter to say, "fights".

         I only say these three things because being a Missionary I have to keep one very important scripture in mind, and one of the most important orders given to us by the Lord as He ascended into Heaven:

 "Then the eleven disciples went away into Galilee, into a mountain where Jesus had appointed them. And when they saw him, they worshiped him: but some doubted. And Jesus came and spoke unto them, saying, All power is given unto me in heaven and in earth. Go ye therefore, and teach all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost: Teaching them to observe all things whatsoever I have commanded you: and, lo, I am with you always, even unto the end of the world. Amen."

                                                                                                            ~Matthew 28:16-20

          This passage is so important that it is also found in Mark 16:14–18, Luke 24:44–49, Acts 1:4–8, and John 20:19–23.
          I urge you to think over these words and walk with me down this beautiful but hard road during the course of this year, and know that the Lord is with us every step of the way.

+PeAcE+

Distractions Distractions

Hi All!

            I know I know, I haven't blogged or anything in awhile. There was a number of things going on that kept me distracted, so that's where we are going to stage this blog, in the field of distractions. Distractions are one of the things that have a hand in self-care, but maybe it's just me, but in the times where we aren't doing anything we end up doing something we shouldn't be doing, like spending too much time on Facebook.

            Facebook has created a wonderful web media that can take your attention, shake it around and turn it into a finger puppet. And it's media like this that I could honestly do without. So what I've tried to do for the last two weeks or so is avoid contact with said website because I feel it was pulling me away from what I SHOULD be focusing on. Let me go off on a tangent for a second.

            You see, the thing about people with ADD/ADHD is that they are super distracted and unfocused most of the time, they can even come off as completely oblivious. But when you get them to do something that is fun, you can hardly pull them away with it. Throw Facebook into that bowl and you have a successful recipe for cookies that eat your soul. People find Facebook both distracting and fun, and since there is so much to see and do on Facebook it makes people who have ADD/ADHD seem like jack tussle tarries. I only say these things because I am one of those peeps diagnosed with ADHD.

            Now to add another topping to this distraction burger, there is the clinical depression bit and how that causes your mind to stay focused on the things that make a  person feel sad or angsty (that's not a correct word, but whatever!). So during my distraction tangents on Facebook, I get to see all the things going on back home in other people's lives. It's hard being a missionary because I'm not there with them. But it's even harder for me to see that pretty much everyone my age I know is now either in a relationship, engaged or married. This has brought me to a level of discomfort that has caused me try and look at the situation rationally.

            Problem was, it wasn't working. It led me down that path again of loneliness, doubt, disbelief and hopelessness for myself. But wait... I'M A MISSIONARY!!! Instead of dwelling on issues like this, I should flash myself back to about a month ago where I was only brainstorming and thinking about how I can further God's Kingdom in this place. How I can mentor youth and teach all I can to them while learning all I can from them in return. This realization of growing up and how much I think it bites to be single was also making me a slightly anti-social fellow.

            So the remedy? Remove the triggers of what distract me from the situation. An internet social media like Facebook triggered a mental response that led me down a dark road. So I stopped and ran back the other direction. Little to no interaction with Facebook since then has been a wonderful idea. What I need to remember is that I need to pray for strength from my Creator to do exactly what He did to the Devil while he was wondering the wilderness, basically tell the Devil that He won't do what the Devil wants Him to do and the Devil will eventually go away.

Yes, I just called Facebook the Devil..... At least it is in this situation.

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Not too sure how this one will fly?

What do I say about how I am handling this situation?

                                                                                   Hopeful?

                                                                       Heartbroken?     Lost?

                                                                                  Prayerful?

                                                                                  Helpless?

                                                                                  Stronger?

                Yes, Stronger. I feel stronger from this situation. Or at least I know this situation will make me stronger. And God willing, it will make these youth stronger as well.

                I feel for these youth, I really do. A good number raise themselves. I suppose this plays a big role in their behavioral development. Some don't like talking when something is wrong, like they are taught to hide their emotions. Every one of them always tries to act tough. Most of them come from broken homes. It effects them and it effects me severely. I can say I have "sympathy pains" for them. Usually when I hear people use this phrase, it's after someone takes some bodily injury in a very painful fashion and those people who spectate can "feel" how that pain felt. Emotionally, it's something deeper.  I could say that "sympathy pains" have always been something that stick with me. I'm not sure what everyone else's opinions are on "sympathy pains", but for me it plays a big role in my spirituality. Those pains make me feel alive, thankful... human. I'm not saying that's what they really are, that the ability to feel "sympathy pains" MAKES a person human, it's just what makes ME feel human. For me, they make me feel connected to the people around me. A connection I cannot understand or explain without referring to God, the creator, the ever-moving force all around us. I hope you understand.

                But then what is humanity? What is humane? Is it Love? Toleration? I'm sure it's the ability to feel, for everyone "feels". But I sense something savage with this situation I am in. People are different when they don't get fed, when they don't get attention, when they are always harassed, when they are forced to fend for themselves, and at such a young age, it almost makes a small amount of children uncontrollable. In this case, I am saying savage as an adjective, which is how I feel some of the youth I have to deal with are acting:

           SAVAGE (ADJ) - Fierce, violent, and uncontrolled

                                                                                (Google Search "Definition of Savage")

                Don't get me wrong, they aren't all like this. There are wonderful youth here. As a matter of fact, I feel blessed to have them all in my life.

EVERY.LAST.ONE

                It's heart breaking to hear about some of the backgrounds they come from. And sometimes it makes me feel powerless. And sometimes, as all parents probably also do around their children, I have lost my patience with a few. I never thought I would yell at a child to stop their behavior, and stop to listen to myself and how angry I sounded. Or step in the middle of a pushing fight which almost turned really violent and try to get the two kids to settle their differences and try to work out some peace. And often I get no response. The policy we have at the Boys & Girls Club is to send children home when they don't want to listen, or behave with the rules that the Boys & Girls Club has set up, or start a violent act toward another kid. I worry about what happens when they leave that door. I fear for children who fall through the cracks. I fear for children in violent situations, abusive families, or families surrounded by alcohol and drugs.

                I have to pray, and pray hard for the Lord to lend me strength. And I have to pray hard for the Lord to lend these youth strength, the very young, to the young adults. I ask you to pray for the youth of this world. Pray for them as often as you can. They are the future. They are the future of the place you live in, the electricity filtering from the wires, the technology we have to help us live longer, the hands behind the working cyberspace, the shield behind counties defenses, the doctors, politicians, soldiers, janitors, electricians, plumbers. They make our coffee, our cars, our clothes. They grow and hunt our food. And if you don't look at a child and see the future of the world in their eyes, in their hearts, I beg you to look closer. What happens when we are old? What happens when we can no longer care for ourselves? What happens when our lives rely on them to grow up, find freedom, find destiny, find lifestyle.

                True, the world is in God's hands, but remember:

"The body is a unit, though it is made up of many parts; and though all its parts are many, they form one body."                                 ~1 Corinthians 12:12

                If we aren't treating the body correctly, raising it properly, teaching it, how are we treating ourselves? If we are bullies, vicious toward one another, violent, savage, how are we treating ourselves. If we don't look into the eyes of every youth on this planet and see the body of our survival, the body of our future, how are we treating ourselves? It is like trying to pick up a cup, but ignoring the fact that we have hands. It is like wanting to smell something but forgetting that we have a nose.

                If we are not trying to raise up the future, what are we doing to it? Truly I tell you, we are causing the body death.

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Storm of the Century

So this week was supposed to be a video blog. So here it is. The first was recorded on Tuesday:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ibR39JNoIm0&feature=related

The second is a special I did, recorded yesterday:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8IHxRImPCEw

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November the 5th

Remember, remember, the 5th of November
The Gunpowder Treason and plot ;
I know of no reason why Gunpowder Treason
Should ever be forgot.

Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes,
'Twas his intent.
To blow up the King and the Parliament.
Three score barrels of powder below.
Poor old England to overthrow.
By God's providence he was catch'd,
With a dark lantern and burning match

Holloa boys, Holloa boys, let the bells ring
Holloa boys, Holloa boys, God save the King!

Hip hip Hoorah !
Hip hip Hoorah !

A penny loaf to feed ol'Pope,
A farthing cheese to choke him.
A pint of beer to rinse it down,
A faggot of sticks to burn him.
Burn him in a tub of tar,'
Burn him like a blazing star.
Burn his body from his head,
Then we'll say: ol'Pope is dead.

       On November the 5th, 1605 Guy Fawkes sought out to blow up King James I within the House of Lords (AKA the Parliament House).  He was caught guarding the gunpowder laid beneath and was executed. Since then in England it this night has been called Bonfire Night in honor to commemorate the failed attempt at the assassination. Though, if this assassination had taken place, one could theorize the events that would follow. New order, new policies, a new king, and more importantly to those who conspired to carry out the plot, the return of the Catholic Monarchy. You can find the article (as best as can be found as any internet source, but not fully trusted) here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guy_Fawkes

      I was introduced to this day by the movie V for Vendetta. If you haven't seen the movie, it takes place in the future where most of the world has been wrought in chaos except for the UK which now is under Fascist rule. The movie follows two characters, V, the protagonist, and Evey, a person who gets caught up in V's conspiracy to carry out what Guy Fawkes once sought out to do. Don't worry, this Blog is spoiler free in case those who are reading have not seen the movie. WATCH IT!!!

     There are many scenes in the movie that become food for thought, one such scenes is this:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z1ikQQk8cJQ

       When I first saw this part of the movie it got me thinking. There is a lot of injustice, but there is an awful lot of brainwashing that goes on too and it happens right under our noses. All day long our minds are polluted and infiltrated by what you can find in the media: Magazines like Cosmopolitan and Maxim, TV shows that promote that sex and parties are the only way to live, and music that encompasses everything the TV shows and Magazines have, and we tend to hear those lyrics also.

       The truth is, and as sad as I am to say, the media has the world under their thumb, we are slaves to it and henceforth slaves to the infiltration of immorality. Those are strong words that may hit home for a lot; when we make choices and decisions that strip us of purity and innocence. We are all guilty of it, even me. When I saw this movie I felt that it was pointing out that there is something direly wrong with the world when we all allow these infiltrations to continue. Sometimes we don't even realize that it's changing our minds and our hearts.

      For some reason, and a very long shot from V's speech, I heard a second voice speaking, one saying...

"Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God's will is--his good, pleasing and perfect will."                      Romans 12:2


        V and Guy sought not to conform to the incoming world, that it would strip them of what they held dear, that it would extinguish everything around them. If the Gunpowder Treason had been successful, where would we be? If we were to dissolve those things that create our mind changes to immorality, where would we be? What kind of world would we be in?

        I can't say, but it makes me think. Those are my thoughts anyway. For me, spirituality is a struggle, a struggle of correcting myself and trying to walk closer and closer in His footprints. Christ and V both sought freedom from injustice and the things of the world that enslaved the human mind and heart, things that constantly caused people to make the wrong choices. It makes me question myself and my actions.

      What does it do for you?

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