Letters To My Friends

So Run

For the runner who pushes past The Wall, the personal victory is intense.  But the race is not over here; this victory comes before the finish line.  This victory allows the runner to keep going, to face the final miles, to conquer themselves and gain the mastery. 

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Flashback

Then I hear myself as from a distance.  My own voice sounds far away to me as a concurrent thought catches me off guard.

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A Little Humility

The ladies in Sierra Leone really don’t know much about kitchen towels, let alone towels as large and spotlessly beautiful as mine . . . If they should happen to have a kitchen towel it would only be one and it’s used more as a pot holder on their open-fire “stove” but certainly not for drying dishes.

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Revealed by Fire

When I returned to Sierra Leone in May, 2016, I had put a clause in my contract removing “Deputy Fire Fighter” from my long and varied job description.  But today that clause held no water and I had to dig in and help.

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Market Day Fun!

“Hey! You need this?” came the voice of another woman eager to sell something to the white lady … “No thank you,” Was my polite answer as I left the market with smoked fish and potato greens …

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Call To Prayer

Doth not wisdom cry … ? I was so moved to prayer by this stark contrast of light versus dark, understanding versus gross ignorance — willful ignorance, a choosing on the part of the sons of man to remain in their darkness. 

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One Banana

“Where did you get a banana?” I exclaimed with all the energy I could muster.   “Oh, there’s a bunch of them for you out on the veranda table,” was his casual reply.  I told him I had been wanting just one.

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Trouble Shooting

The next time you make the casual statement, “I’m going to run the dishwasher,” please think of me. To help me out a little I’ve found it useful to have a guide for trouble shooting the dishwasher. This gives me simple definitions to some common problems.

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“Distractions”

With a few tears, I was able to give thanks for the lesson and then peacefully return to my day which, like so many, was completely falling apart but I went about to make the best of it. More of my own wretchedness being revealed and it’s not a pretty sight.

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Home Again

The reason, the purpose, all bound up and sweetly expressed in two-year-old simplicity: Church. Jesus.

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