Jewell's Journeys

"Share Him" Meetings Come to An End

2009-03-15T23:14:00.012-04:00

Wow, what an amazing and transformational two weeks we have had so far. Words don't seem adequate to describe the heartfelt connections and life changing experiences that I have had while in Costa Rica.

Our Share Him meetings came to end on Saturday night. What a fun, loving and exciting night it was. There was lots of singing. Ramsy told his final children's story. (More on Ramsy a bit later). Mom gave her final health talk, getting everyone involved in reviewing the information on being happy and healthy. She was so excited in questioning the audience about what they had learned the past nights, that she went way ahead of the translator. "Oopps, let me say that again!" she laughted as she recounted her last few points.

We has a new translator, Pastor Shepherd on Saturday night. He was pretty good. had a very smooth style and compassionate tone. I really liked the way he translated. But our main translator, Loyda, who has been working so dilligently and consistantly night after night for not only the 18 sermons that Dad preached, but she also translated all the childrens' stories and health talks and welcomes, whew! It was a lot and she was amazing. --very committed and passionate.

I feel like we are family. The whole church was like one big family. While interpreting sometime a word or phrase would come up that she didn't know or wasn't familiar with. A person or two in the audience would call up the word and she would then repeat it for the whole church. This "group effort" translation happened every night, ensuring the Word of God got out to the people.

Let me tell you about Ramsy. Night after night I have been telling wonderful and exciting stories from the Bible to the children, each one with a special lesson or message. I really wanted the children to get to know Jesus as their friend, as someone they could talk to and as their savior. I also wanted to them to know about God's book, the Bible and to be excited about it. The underlying theme, in every story was God's love for each one of them.

During the second week, after I has established a repoire with the kids and felt comfortable working with our translator, I introduced them to Ramsy, a quirky, cute, fat little hand puppet sheep that loves Jesus. "BAAAA!"

Oh, the kids loved him. They got so excited and interacted so freely and openly with this lovable character. Ramsy was just as much of a missionary as the rest of us. :-) At the end of every story, he gave out hugs to each child and reminded each of them that God loved him or so sooooo much, BAAAA! The little kids would open their arms wide and reach for Ramsy as he came to them. They were so precious. (some adults wanted to hug Ramsy too)

On the last night, Dad gave a short sermonette on wonders of Heaven and invited everyone to be there. "There will be no more sickness, or sadness or death," Dad explained. "I'll have my own mansion and you will too."

Mom, Ruby, and I were invited to come up and join him and share our thoughts on heaven. "I'm looking forward to seeing Jesus!" I said. And I really am.

But for me, the culmanation of the night was when my dear friends Kimberly, Jensy, and Lydia were baptized. It was beautiful and precious moment.

The night ended with fellowship, gift giving, lots of hugs and well wishes. We have made some lasting friendships. We all look forward to seeing each other again!

2009-03-11T01:35:00.009-04:00

Let the sun shine! Let the sun shine in! Today we actually had some sun. It's been raining non stop for the past 11 days. Not regular light rain and it goes away. Rain, non-stop for days on end. Heavy, pouring, drenching rain as well as the light stuff. We have been going to sleep to the beautiful and mezmorizing sounds of rain pouring down on our galvanize roof. We have been waking up the the fresh rain that keeps everything here so lush and green. During the day we have been reminded of the outpouring of the Spirit with the constant rain. But I must admit, I have been missing the sun.

So when it came out briefly yesterday and then for a few hours todday, I rejoiced. The sun was really hot, but it was out and it was reflected in our attendance tonight.

We are working in the Costa Rican rainforest. I didn't realize that meant so much rain! I also didn't realize that we were in a part of the rainforest. With the many surrounding rivers, there are literally hundreds in Costa Rica, flooding is a real issue for the locals.

This one of the main rivers in our area. And it often floods. Can you see the house on the banks? I'm not sure how they survive. One of the church members told us that the houses on the banks often get washed away and the families (if they survive) have to rebuild.

Our attendance had been low for a few nights and the pastor said it was because of the rain. Folk stay home (very understandably why) when it rains. Not all the families live so close to the river. But all are affected by the rain.

Dad actually stood up during the beginnging of the week and asked the church to pray for the rain to stop. Pretty bold, huh? Yeah, Dad is doing it-- stepping out in faith. I have learned that Faith is one of his gifts. He has been demonstrating that in several ways since we've been here.

Another faith experience was when we got separated from the group during a tour in the rainforest and didn't know the way back! We made it, thank God. Dad kept going forward leading Mom and I on an unknown path. He was being lead by faith and not by sight.

This was Cherish and I before, Mom, Dad and I got separated from the group. As you can see, I was very happy at this time. I was not as happy when we were lost. But we kept our cool :-). It was a great adventure. Here are some pics.

Opening Night

2009-03-05T23:50:00.005-05:00

We kicked off our Bible meeting on Friday night and had a really good turn out, about 15 members and 17 visitors. Being that the church is so small, this turn out was nice to see.

We had a rousing song service conducted by Brother Peace,one of the members. Everyone sang loudly, not perfectly in tune, but with so much heart.

Sister Dorla, another member, shared with the group that they would recived a gift if they were able to answer her bible questions correctly. Her questions were pretty tough. I think she wanted to inspire folks to start studying their Bibles.

Ruby gave a great welcome, and warmed up the group with her sincerity and passion.

I told a rousing children’s story about Daniel in the lion's den complete with sound effects including lion growls. (The sound effects were also translated into Spanish making it quite humerous!) The kids loved it! The lesson was that Jesus wants to be your friend and Savior. You can call on Him anytime.

Mom shared a beautiful health message about the benefits of sunshine. I saw the folks nodding in agreement. "God wants you to be healthy and happy" she reminded them.

Dad spoke a message of Love. I was so proud of Him. He preached on Christ's desire to be in a relationship with each individual and the Good News of the Gospel. He really wanted folks to know that God's love for them is real.
We got home tired but lifted up.

A Closer Look At the Spider Monkey

2009-03-03T00:42:00.002-05:00

The little spider monkey was adopted by one of the hotel workers after its mother died. The monkey really believes it's human. Or maybe it believes humans are monkeys! :-) Either way, it loves human touch, likes to be carried around by hanging on a person's back and cries it you leave it alone. It was so adorable. I am tempted to bring one home. What do you think, Babe?

Our First Few Days

2009-03-02T23:59:00.006-05:00

This is our nightly transportation.

On Thursday night we went to our site for the first time which is in the small town of Pacurito. This little town is only a few miles from our hotel. It is the first time (from any of the mission trips) that we only have to travel a few miles (less than 10) to get to our site. On our other campaigns, we had to travel at least an hour’s drive each way. It is very nice to travel only 15 minutes each way each night. I found that we are not as tired and worn out from long daily trips. This is a great blessing. We found out today that we were originally scheduled to be at a mountain top village several miles away, but they were unable to find transportation to get us there every night. So they switched us to this small town. I’m sure God has a reason and a plan for everything.

The town of Pacurito is small neighborhood type village. Because it is one of the poorest areas in Costa Rica, there is a lot of crime. There are gates and bars on everything even around the church. The houses are small one or two bedroom Caribbean type homes, cement block or wood structures with galvanize roofs. They are built close together. There are various fruit trees and exotic plants and bushes growing ramdomly everywhere with chickens and dogs roaming about.

The people of Pacurito who we have met are very genuine and down to earth. They love to smile. Some were a bit shy speaking with us, probably since they don’t know much English, and well, we don’t know much Spanish. The members of the Pacurito church were very happy to meet us and are excited that we are here sharing with them. The Pacurito church is the very first church in Costa Rica and was started in 1903. They have about 20 members.

Here I am with some of my new friends.

This was Sabbath School Service.

Costa Rica !

2009-02-26T22:07:00.005-05:00

Thanks for joining me on my mission trip to Costa Rica.

I headed out early Tuesday morning, kissed David goodbye, and made my way through American Airlines’ new automated check-in service. Gone are the days of a person checking you in. Everything is automated. My machine wouldn’t process my e-ticket, so I stood in line and waited to speak the attendant. She informed me that they no longer had computers that could check in customers that I had to use the automated system. She sent me back to the station of computers and told me to ask the manager in that area for help. When I told the manager at the station that the computer would not process my ticket, she sent me to another line. The gentleman at the counter of the second line walked me back to the automated computer stations and using his override key, successfully got me checked in. I then had to take my suitcases back to the first line, get baggage tags and then manually take my suitcases to the security scanning area where they would be scanned and then loaded on the plane. I then headed to the gate with time to spare. Not once did I lose my cool. My thought was, “I’m on God’s mission, He will take care of it!”

I flew into Miami airport awaiting my connection and had the pleasure of meeting my parents and Ruby, since we were all transferring planes out of the Miami airport. We boarded the plane together. Ruby went to first class (She was cashing in her frequent flyer miles), and I was able to convince a kindly passenger to trade seats with me so my folks and I were able to sit together. We caught up for a bit since I hadn’t seen them since last year. Then I dozed off for a bit. (I’ve always been able to sleep quite easily on planes.) When I awoke and looked out the window I saw a large spread of rich green trees and land as far as my eyes could see. It was very lush green. No visible signs of civilization. I’m not sure where we were. We were 30,000 miles in the air, so I’m not sure, Mexico maybe.

We arrived safely at the San Jose Airport in afternoon around 4pm Costa Rican time which is one hour earlier than EST and two hours earlier than USVI time. We made it through customs and immigration. Thankfully Mom had printed out the emails with all the addresses and contact names in Costa Rica. I would have been stuck on the questions asking where are you staying and who in the country do you know?
We get the to baggage claim and for some reason, I have a sinking feeling about my bags. And yes, one of my suitcases is missing!

I filled out the missing baggage claim, give AA all my contact info of the hotel we are staying in 4 hours drive away, and say a prayer hoping for the best. For some reason I’m surprisingly calm. I even smiled and laughed with the attendant. She gave me a small bag of toiletries with toothpaste and a toothbrush. Again my though was, “I’m on God’s mission, He will take care of it.” If God’s sees it in His best interest for me not to have church shoes or church clothes to wear, since it is in the missing suitcase, I’ll still go in sneakers and jeans.

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We met Pastor Dobias who was waiting for us outside. We then waited for another group of volunteers that were coming in from Idaho. We all, 18 of us total, then took a small bus from San Jose to the town of Siquirres. It was about a four hour drive through a rainforest, up one side of a mountain, down the other to this quaint town where our HUB site is located. It was a dark, foggy ride and it was raining. We couldn’t see all that well looking outside the windows and I was wondering how was the driver seeing as we drove around the winding roads. But I knew, “We were on God’s mission, and He will take care of it.”

We arrive at our hotel just before midnight. Got our rooms and got something to eat at the attached restaurant that was still surprisingly open. The next morning we got our first real look at our location. It is tropical and reminds me of being in the Virgin Islands. It is a mild 80 degrees. There are lots of palm trees, coconut trees and other fruit trees growing around. Everything is mostly green since it rains for short periods every day. Our hotel is located next to a small farm, (which explains the unique smells) also it explains all the sounds were heard during the night of cows, chickens and cats.

We spent most of our first day in orientation and didn’t have much interaction with the locals. The language is Spanish and only a very few know English. We got a break in the afternoon and were able to change some of our dollars into colones at the bank. We then went to the market to purchase water and for me, I had a list of necessities I needed to replace. <

But here is how the Lord works. Just before we left for the market, I went to the receptionists and told her that my suitcase had been lost and that AA said they would deliver it if they found it. I was informing her in case someone came while I was away. (Although I was wondering would they really deliver it, if they even found it, and would they even find this hotel out in the middle of no where.) I was in the minivan with the other group members just as we were about to pull out, a man yells out for us to stop ---someone wants to see me. I get out of the vehicle and there is my missing suitcase! AA had found it, drove it the 4 hours to the hotel, and wanted to personally deliver it to me with their sincere apologies. Praise God!! Isn’t God good! God had already answered my prayer hours ago and it was simply on its way! I didn’t have to get anything at the market …..except the drinking water! ☺

Tonight we are meeting with our translator. We are also going to actual site where the meetings will be held and will work out all the final details to begin the crusade tomorrow night. Keep us in prayer. God is already doing amazing things, it’s already on the way!

I am looking forward to what great adventures God has in store for us!

Here We Are at the "Taj"

2006-04-07T01:57:00.000-04:00

The Taj Mahal, a tomb built in honor of love.

Holi Festival

2006-04-07T01:27:00.000-04:00

Holi is a Hindu religious holiday were "colors" on thrown on each other in a type of ritual. Everywhere we looked we saw people, young and old, covered in bright red, green, yellow or blue. A part of the ritual is that the colors are thrown on any and everybody you see. People are sometimes chased and colors poured all over them. Our translator was nervous that the locals would throw colors on us as we walked through the village. If you look carefully, you'll notice Dad is bravely walking through an area where they were playing with the colors. The boys stopped, allowed us all to cross and then continued playing after we passed. Some of them even let us take their picture.

Walking Through the Village

2006-04-07T01:07:00.000-04:00

We visited the village during the day to meet and pray with the families. We went to the first house stayed a short while, then went to the next house since we wanted to visit as many homes as possible. The people in their homes were so happy to see us that each person we visited would accompany us to the next house. By the time we got to the last home, literally the whole village was with us!

Into the Children's Story

2006-04-07T01:00:00.000-04:00

The children were very receptive and open. They looked forward to the Bible story each night. Sometimes, I would teach them a song or a Bible text. About 20 -30 children came each night. On the last night we had close to 100 children!

India: Reflections

2006-04-07T00:42:00.000-04:00

It is good to be back home. Traveling abroad has certainly increased my appreciation of the US. As much as there are many problems here, we certainly are blessed in many, countless ways.

After a few of false starts, our evangelistic meetings finally began. Each night service began with song service led out by the local pastor, Pastor Paul and different members and children joined him each night. The songs were sung in the native Telegu language, and were very lively as they were accompanied by tambourines and drums. By the end of our 2nd week, I was able to join in a few of the songs myself!

Each evening we kicked off the night with a health talk presented by Mom. The community listened attentively as Mom pointed out the benefits of a clean and healthy lifestyle. She shared health remedies such as applying charcoal to absorb poison if bitten by a snake or eating crushed papaya seeds to alleviate digestive distress. She also shared tips on cleanliness such as the importance of washing one’s hands with soap after using the bathroom and keeping the animals out of the house. Each health lesson ended with a word of encouragement and a reminder that God wants all us to be happy and healthy.

Each night after the health talks, I would tell the children a Bible story. And each night the number of children grew exponentially as the word got out that prizes and gifts often accompanied the stories. The children listened with wide eyes as characters from the Bible came alive. I wanted them to hear the roar of the lions in the den with Daniel and see the blinding light that Paul saw on the road to Damascus. Our final story was about Jesus and Barabbas in the judgment hall. Pilate asked the people, "who shall I release to you? Who will you chose? Barabbas, a robber and convicted murderer, or Jesus King of the Jews, in whom I find no fault at all? Barabbas! Barabbas! They shouted, again and again.” They chose a convicted criminal over Christ. Who do you chose, I asked them? Each day, by your choices, by your decisions, you chose either Christ or someone else. Who do you chose, I challenged them? I chose Christ they said.”

In order to enable them to learn more about Christ, we also showed “The Jesus Film” each night, a movie on the life of Christ. The culmination each night was the message delivered by Dad. As you know, Dad is not a pastor or professional preacher. Yet he delivered the Word each night with simple yet powerful messages of hope and healing. Global Evangelism provided the sermons and power point pictures that he used. Through prayer and study, he then delivered the Word in a powerful way making them his own.

The people of India are very spiritual. Hinduism, the religion practiced by the majority of the population have thousands upon thousands of gods. There are hindu temples in virtually every neighborhood and in many public areas. In one community we visited a small town less than 5 miles long had 365 hindu temples-- one for every day of the year!

So when we began to share about the King of all kings and the God of all Gods, the people wanted to know more. Many of them learned and accepted Christ for themselves.

The very last night, all 3 of us all preached the final message together. We shared about the realness and the beauty of heaven and told everyone that we looked forward to seeing them there. I think the whole village came out to see us off. We had the largest crowd ever. Everyone was so kind, so appreciative, so sincere. They express their love and friendship for us in words and also prepared a special a meal of rice and curry. It was super hot (as in spicy)! As soon as Dad ate one bite his face turned red and his eyes begun to run. Mom was smart, she politely pushed the curry around on her plate and ate the rice. I decided it was our last night with our new friends and I would do the best I could to eat it. After all I’m from the Caribbean and used to spicy, how hot can it be??? Whoa!! I could barely get down the first bite. After the first nibble I had to drink a whole cup of water. My whole mouth, lips and throat were on fire! I was told later that the hotter the food, the more special it is considered. (The number of chilies correlate to how they feel about a person? ) They must of thought we were great because the food was hot! I got through most of it by identifying the chili peppers, and avoiding them as best I could and guzzling water after each bite. I was feeling quite proud that I had eaten most of what was on my plate, when the hostess came by and saw I had eaten it and insisted on filling my plate with more. My “oh no, thank you no, I’ve had enough, it was wonderful, but no more thank you” went unheeded. She proceeded to pile up my plate with more rice and very spicy curry. Needless to say, I did not make it through the second roundJ

On our way home, we spent a few days sight seeing. It was exciting seeing many historic and exotic places. But by the last two day we were really ready to come home! It was a challenging trip, yet very rewarding. We experienced many real, actual miracles, (the kind you read about and wonder if it is really true-- it is!). We saw God work in wonderful ways and are forever shaped and have grown from this experience. I highly recommend trying it out for yourself! If you would like more info about how or to lend your support to this project, drop me a line at email: encourageministries@yahoo.com.

Worship at a House Church/Company

2006-03-14T06:43:00.000-05:00

Our Internet Access has been limited. Here is another update from our first week.

3-4-06 Our first Saturday Morning – Worship at a House Church/Company

We arrived at our site in the morning fully prepared to have church service with the locals. When we arrived, we saw that our tent was still sitting in a heap from the wind storm the night before and there was no one around. Our translator contacted the Pastor and we were told that the Pastor had “cancelled” church so that he could visit various homes and encourage people to come out to the meeting in the evening.

We were asked if we would mind visiting one of the “companies”. In Andhra Pradesh, there are about 9 SDA churches, but over 40 companies, organized groups that meet each week in someone’s home.

We readily agreed. Twenty minutes later after passing a few agricultural pastures, we turned off onto another dirt road. This area was a bit more rural than our site at Allwyn Colony. We passed many make-shift houses made of wooden planks, plastic or thatched grass. Some were mere tents without doors. We stopped in front of a cement house surrounded by a small dirt courtyard. A few well kept animal stalls were right next to the house along with a latrine. A woman standing in the doorway bowed her head as a greeting and welcomed us in.

The moment I saw her, I had great admiration and affection for her. She had such courage and strength in her eyes. She was humble, but I could tell, very wise and very strong.

After seating us in 3 plastic chairs that were brought out to an otherwise empty room, our hostess, Nimeela, quickly left. Our translator explained that everyone in the neighborhood was gathering water. Today the water was delivered to the village. If they did not collect it at this time, they would have to wait 2 or more days till the water was again delivered. About a half hour later, Nimeela returned with several vessels of water and a small child (not more than 4 or 5 years old) also helped her.

Soon after other members began to arrive, about 15 in all, and also some children. Everyone took off their shoes at the door and sat down on the floor on which a piece of blue plastic tarp had been laid. Everyone greeted us warmly and respectfully. Church began with Mom giving a health lecture on the importance of cleanliness. I told the children the story of Samuel and how it doesn’t matter how old you are, you can still be called of God. Dad preached a wonderful sermon on the three angles message and encouraged them to keep strong their faith.

After church, we fellowshipped with them and took some pics. Everyone wanted special prayer, even the children. They lined up and waited patiently as Dad prayed. As soon as he had concluded praying for one, another came and asked for prayer. Prayer is taken very seriously in India. The people crave it. Everywhere where we go, we are asked to pray. And each person, wants their own prayer. Several times we thought we were doing “for the group” praying, but soon as we were done, another and then another also wanted prayer. Some even wanted to pay! Of course we refused any money. But it was amazing to see how something so simple, something we so often take for granted, is so valued. I knew things like water and good food were valued, I didn’t expect prayer to be such a commodity.

As we were leaving, I hugged and embraced my new friend Nimeela. Although we didn’t speak the same language, a bond greater than words was created. I look forward to seeing her again-- even if we have to wait till the world made new.

Some pics

2006-03-05T02:14:00.000-05:00

Our first Sabbath

Boys outside the school yard

Scene from my Hotel window

A building in Hyderabad
Drving through a small town

Friday Night--Opening Night Before wind storm

2006-03-05T02:10:00.000-05:00

God is so good. He works in Mysterious Ways.

2006-03-04T06:18:00.000-05:00

Mar 3, 2006

Tonight was the first night of the crusade.

We found out on Wednesday during orientation that we were assigned to Allywn Colony. We went to the site earlier this morning and were surprised at the scarcity of the site! We were told we would all be preaching in local churches around the city.

On the way to our site, we dropped off one of the other speakers at his site. He was at a beautiful church facility in a small town. We traveled past many bustling city towns, past smaller village-market areas, then turned off the paved road on to a bumpy dirt road that continued through rural looking neighborhoods. After driving for nearly to two hours, our driver stopped and parked next to a large unkempt, plowed field. There we saw a small tent erected in the middle of a dusty field covered with weeds, litter and brush.

Allwyn Colony, the area that we have been assigned, used to be a strong industrial community. A large corporation, the Allwyn Company used to manufacture refrigerators, but the company packed up and left. The former workers were given the houses and still live there years later. The community appears to be a collection of 6 to 7 dozen houses tucked away off this dusty road.

Upon closer inspection, we realize the tent is comprised of large pieces of carpet supported by four wooded branches used as posts and tied down with rope held in place with tent stakes. They were putting it together as we arrived.

We learn that there is a “local church group”, but they do not have a church as yet. The 15 members meet in the Pastor’s home. The room they worshiped in is no more than 6 by 9 feet. Just about the size of my bathroom, if not smaller. I was wondering how all 15 members fit in there. We later find out that they have already purchased some land for building a church.

When we came back in the evening, a few dozen plastic chairs were set up outside in front of the tent. A table and platform had also been set up under the tent. And a plastic tarp had also been spread out and the children were encouraged to sit on it. And the children did come. First one or two, then a few more, then dozens more, they sat on the tarp; girls on one side, boys on the other.

We began the program by showing a few minutes from the Jesus Film. It is the story on the life of Christ that we projected from our computer onto a white sheet that had been set up as a screen. The film is in the native Tangalu language and is a real draw for the community. The country of India itself is only 5% Christian. The majority, 65% are Muslim the others are mostly Hindu. The Jesus Film is a great opportunity to introduce Christ in an “entertaining and non-threatening” way.

As we were setting up the equipment, my Dad asked, “Do you think it is going to rain?” We saw some sparse lighting in the distance. But being it was the beginning of the Indian summer season, which started on March 1 and the rainy season doesn’t begin till June, July or August, I quickly said, “no”.

After showing the Jesus Film, the natives had a beautiful Indian song service complete with drums and tambourine. They were singing in Tangalu. It was very beautiful.

We were then introduced and called up on the stage. Then as according to Indian tradition, we were presented with beautiful flower garlands. They were made of various fresh flowers and mint leaves sewn together. It was very heavy and fragrant as various children placed the large garlands around our neck.

Dad was given the microphone to say a few words. He thanked everyone, then handed the microphone to Mom. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a strong wind rose up. Before she could even say a word, one end of the tent came up as the wind lifted the stake that was holding down one corner of the tent. Some of the men ran quickly to grab it and secure it back in place. Before they could catch it, another gush of wind began to blow the whole tent down. The men motioned for us to come off the stage; we were still underneath the tent trying to hold it up over our heads. They got us safely out the tent and the whole thing blew over. As they tried to get everything back in place, the wind blew harder and stronger. Lightening flashed closer and closer and thunder rumbled. The screen blew down and the electricity went out.

Meanwhile we were busy turning off the computer and projector and packing up our electrical equipment. When questioned by one of the pastors, Mom mentioned that we could set everything back up once the tent and screen were reconstructed. We completed putting everything away and realized that due to the strong winds, the men were unable to reconstruct the tent. Also they were unable to keep the electricity on. The electricity was being provided from an electrical pole across the field that one of the men had climbed and had rigged some wires. The wind kept blowing the wires down.

Through this ordeal, the children came to us with smiles and laughter and kept shaking our hands over and over again. Most of them introduced themselves in the dark. None of the names I could remember except Meshack, since it was the only name that was familiar. The children were happy to practice their English and kept saying “Good night” to us over and over again. They were so precious and beautiful, and had such open spirits.

I had my hair braided that night. A few children came to me and said I really like your hairstyle. Is that how they wear it in your country? I giggled and said yes. “We like, we like” they exclaimed.

It didn’t look like things would get back on track. The winds were blowing, the lightening was flashing, the men were trying to get everything pinned down, the children were running and playing, so we packed up everything in the car and begun the long drive back to the hotel. I felt disappointed that we did not get to have our program. Except for a short thank you, we didn’t get to say anything. It felt like some force, purposely caused this distraction so that we would not get to the message. On the drive back, it didn’t even look windy although, I noticed many of the towns and villages we passed did not have electricity. By the time we got settled in the hotel the rains came and came and came. Had we been outside, we would have been drenched. Our equipment would have been damaged or destroyed. God saw fit to get us and our equipment inside so that we can use it again another day; which of course we will! Tomorrow is a new day. We are doing two services tomorrow-- one for divine hour and also the evening program. I look forward to worshipping with my new friends.

You’re Not Welcomed Here; Go Home!

2006-03-01T11:40:00.000-05:00

March 1, 2006

I have arrived safely in India. Thank God. After traveling for more than 2 days, across over more than 3 continents, and covering over 7,000 miles, my parents and I have finally arrived in Hyderabad, India. Hyderabad is located in the southern, middle region of India in the Andhra Pradesh state. We are staying at the Harsha Hotel located in center of Hyderabad. There is a population of over 1.5 million people living in this city alone. And even now, while it is 1:49 am in the morning, there is a constant noise of cars and horns and people right outside our hotel window.

This is a brand new journey. A different kind of journey. Last year my parents and I went to West Africa. It was a rewarding and life changing trip. I’ve always wanted to go to Africa. It is the motherland, the seat of civilization, the roots from where “my people”, African Americans and Caribbean people descended. We immediately had a connection to the food, the culture, the history, the land, and the people. The Ghanians welcomed us with open arms, as if we were prodigal children finding our way back home. They received us warmly, bestowed great acts of kindness upon us and openly listened to our message. For me it was part of a journey of finding my way back home.

But this, this is a new kind of journey. I’ve never thought seriously about visiting India. In my mind, it has always been a fascinating place, a place of great mystery. But never did I imagine my journeys would take me here?! When my father suggested going, as part of “missionary effort--part 2”, I was extremely hesitant. After all, I’m still recovering from missionary effort – part 1. The thought of being outside my comfort zone, again, for many weeks, again, was……..something I would have to seriously think about and pray about. And I did. I thought and prayed and thought some more, prayed some more. And then it was time for an answer. But I didn’t have one. I had no strong opinion one way or another whether or not to go. My parents wanted me to go. My logical, rational, business minded, and safe part of me did not want to go. Mainly because I did not want to be “uncomfortable” …..and of course there was work. (Beware of retired, adventurous parents, with no work to hold them back or slow them down) :-0

A new kind of journey. In the midst of my internal struggle, I got a word that helped me to solidify my answer. God said, I have people there that are ready and awaiting the Word. How will they know, if no one tells them? You do My work; I’ll take care of yours. So I agreed, almost reluctantly. And began preparations. And God did come through on His part.

So we are here. We’ve been here for one day so far. And it has been very interesting. The limited infrastructure, poverty, lack of hot water, toilet paper and occasionally the lack of a toilet itself, remind me that I am far away from home, in a different kind of world. The travel was long, but we got to fly north past Greenland as we crossed the Atlantic Ocean. We continued our flight over Europe, Russia, then headed south over of parts of western Asia. We arrived in Delhi, India and awaited our transfer flight to Hyderabad. On the plane local Indian papers were given out to passengers to read. I find out that Pres Bush is to visit India this week, with a stop over in Hyderabad this weekend. What timing?

The US sentiment on this side of the world does not seem very favorable. The front cover of “The Hindu”, India’s national newspaper showed a full color picture of protesters taking the streets in one of India’s states, expressing solidarity with Iraqis and protesting the bombing of the Iraqi shrine. In the article it refers to the US as imperialistic murderers and in a separate article calls Bush a war criminal. “The Times International” headlines “Terror Cloud Over Bush Visit” and speaks of active campaigns that have been setup to protest the upcoming visit, including marches, banners and gory pictures.

I began to panic. What are we doing here? They don’t want us here. Our country represents imperialistic values to many of them. Will they even receive us? Will we be safe? The questions began to mount.

Then I remembered, “You do My work, and I’ll handle yours.” I’m slowing beginning to see the full extent of what God had in mind. When we finally arrived at our destination, the local church received us warmly. We found out that our assignment would be right here in the city. In the past, much focus was given to spreading the Word in the villages, but the cities were overlooked. Our family has been chosen to work in this city while the others go into to the surrounding villages.

As I look out my hotel window, I notice the cars, buses and taxis have slowed down a bit but are still pretty constant. There are millions of people living in this city. The majority of people are Hindu and believe in multiple gods. There are many other faiths including Islam, as well as “cultural” religions. Many don’t know anything about Christianity, nor do they know that God loves them. I am reminded of Paul as he walked through Athens. This new kind of journey has definitely begun.

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Baptism at the Brim River

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Early morning getting ready for school

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Inside one of the two classrooms at the SDA School

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The older kids in class at the SDA school

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little children at the SDA school

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I'm meeting with the Chief of Akim-Oda

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Phone cards can be purchased at the side of the road and local calls can be made from booths such as this one

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Even in Africa there are Redskins fans:-) Three girls: Patience, Ellen and Gladys introduced themselves and asked me if they could be my friends.

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The local pastor and his family

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Dr. Amoyah and Prince Obeag Boateng along with others stayed after the services to meet with us.

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Mary and Pastor Darko helping us translate the Bible stories for the children

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The beautiful children. Getting ready for their Bible lesson the first Saturday.

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Mother carrying a child

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girls in uniform going to public school

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showing us his sling shot

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guys posing

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girls posing

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On the road outside the hotel we were staying

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A bananna farmer going to the market

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A girl playing with a doll outside her home

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A family in the Village of Akim-Oda

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Daniel, Amy and I outside El Mina Slave Castle

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A coconut stand in the town of Kouforidia

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My little friend Ellen and a young woman who was just baptized

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Some of my new friends

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Pathfinders by the Brim River

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A young girl

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Our last Saturday in Ghana. I am standing with Sis. Comfort (on my right) and others by the Brim River during baptism.

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Richard outside the Elmina Castle

The Journey Continues

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What a tremendous, memorable and life-changing journey I've had going to Africa for the first time. Most of my fears and expectations came true. I got sick, was hungry, thirsty, hot, homesick and at times felt culturally isolated.

But I also experienced growth in practically every aspect of my life: personally, mentally, physically and spiritually. It is an experience I am so glad I had the opportunity to obtain. I would readily do it again, and I am looking forward to my next trip there.

Since arriving back to the US, I've been experiencing a missing or longing for Ghana. Strange. Maybe it is the people? Each person I met was so giving, so sincere. Maybe it is the experiences? The adventure of seeing and learning so many new things.

Either way-- I opened my heart and my spirit to the people and the experience and now that I'm back I'm already feeling restless. The spiritual side of me, the soul part felt a connection to the "mother land".

Richard, a young man that we met selling sea shells at Cape Coast outside of the Elmina Slave Castle reminded me that we are one people and that I am living in exile. That made me stop and think. We are one people. All people come from the same original source. We are all connected.

Africa is my land, my country and my home. I don't know much about it. But I am learning. The journey continues.

West Africa-- An Experience of a Lifetime

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It's hard to believe our West African trip is coming to a close. It is sunday afternoon and we are leaving on Tuesday morning, to arrive back in the US on Wed.

This trip has been such a rewarding experience. All the sights and sounds and smells and sensations are indelibly planted in my mind.

I have been outside my comfort zone in so many areas.

I've sampled the local foods such as Fufu, a specialty dish made by pounding plantain and casava togehter with a wooden pole till it forms a rubbery consistency. This is taken with peanut soup call ground-nut soup and dried tilapia fish. --Very interesting flavors.

The local music is beautiful. The rhythms and harmonies, I really enjoy. The art work and clothes of the locals reflect a rich and colorful culture.

Some of sites we visited included the Big Tree, where a very big tree, the biggest in the region, towers many feet in the sky; a cocoa plantain and factory where chocolate is grown and made; the Palace and Musuem of the Ashanti Kings; and the Elmina castle, the largest slave holding site in Africa.

I crawled into the room called the "place of no return". It was a small dark windowless "cell" that had a small opening leading to the ocean. It is the place where thousands of slaves boarded ships bound for the Americas and the Caribbean.

But I must say, the most memorable experience of West Africa is the people. I have been truly blessed and touched by the kindess, generousity and sincerity of everyone I've met. I did not expect to make any "real" or meaningful friendships while here, especially since our stay is so short, but I must say, I will miss the people I've met and have had the pleasure of making lasting friendships.

Ghana, A People Wealthy with Kindness

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My Dear Friends,

I hope all is well with you. Thank you for your continued prayers and well wishes. This has been and continues to be an interesting and memorable experience.

The country (the part we've seen so far is extremely poor.) In the town of Akim-Oda many people live in small wooden houses made of scrapes of wooden boards with a galvanize sheet as a roof. The roof is nailed to the boards or in some cases, stones or other piece of scrap metal is used to keep the roof in place. In these homes there is no electricty or running water. The more fortunate ones live in cement block houses, similiar to the Caribbean. Where several families (or exended family) all live toghether. Most of cooking is done outside on coal pots.

Despite this, the people are very generous and friendly. They have gone out of their way to make us feel welcomed and as comfortable as possible. They willing share the little they have and would rather go without something if giving it away helps another. We have been blessed with gifts of honey and fruits such as oranges and bannanas from the locals.

Mom, Dad and I are all glad we came. It has given us the opportunity to appreciate the basic things in life, like food and water.

I'm experiencing the joy of giving from a people who give so much.

Ethiopia- A Land Rich with Culture and History

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I've been in Addis Abba for a little over a day.

It has been very exciting-- my first steps --my first breaths -- my first thoughts, on the Mother Land.

Ethiopia is a special place. It is the only country that wasn't colonized, thus it has for the most part retained much of its African identity and culture. This have given the people a distinct pride. There are over 80 different languages spoken, the main one is Amhric. Ethiopia, I believe it is the only African country that has its own Language and alphabet (not borrowed from other countries) that has been passed on through the years.

Most of the women cover their heads with a scarf while out. The traditional clothing for both men and women are long cotton robes with sometimes intricate patterns on the sleeves and borders.

I've enjoyed my short stay and looking forward to learning more about this country referred to as the "Capital of Africa".

Some Thoughts Before the Journey

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Some of my friends came together last night to give me a special send off before leaving. It was so nice. I really appreciate it.

Today is my last day before we leave. I have mixed feelings. I have been mentally, physically and spiritually preparing myself, yet I still feel unprepared and am not sure what to expect. I have been "brainwashed" by tv and the western ways of thinking that my expectation is to expect the worst. Mentally I'm prepared for no water, no electricity, no safe edible food, disease, poverty, crime, language and culture barriers. Can I really be of service if I am expecting the worst?

Physically my voice is beginning to regain its strength. I actually forced myself to eat several cloves of raw garlic late last night, since I was told this was the only thing that would knock this particular strain of ailment. All today I was dosing on fresh pineapple juice, vitamins and other liquids. Will I be physically able to be of adequate service?

Spiritually, I am open to God's leading and ready to do His bidding. Yet I still question God and the things I don't understand and often do "my own thing" when I feel like it. How can I share when I myself don't have all the answers and am not perfect?

The only I have come up with is-- sharing and being of service is giving all you have, no matter what it is. I have time and resourse and desire, so I am giving that. I also have questions and fears and challenges, so I'm giving that too. Along with my hopes to make a difference, my willingness to take a chance and my trust in God to make sure it all comes out for His glory. ....And that's why I'm going. I'm giving my ALL to be of service to others.

3 Days and Counting...

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Today I woke up and had no voice. A slight sore throat yesterday has turned into full blown larynigitis. When I try to speak, only varied sounding squeeks come out. I spent most of the day using my own brand of sign launguage. It is amazing how much I miss my voice. I am used to speaking all the time. I never realized how much I jump in and give my opinion and input. Now I am resigned to use body and facial expressions. It's not quite the same. I am surprized at how much I have to say and want to say. How can I share without a voice?

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Here's looking at you...

He Makes Everything New

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God takes the ordinary and makes it extraordinary. He takes the old and makes it new. My old life of sin and sadness, He replaces with love and gladness. The past two days I have really been experiencing the joy of love and life... and it is great!

Some things have changed. I was able to obtain new transportation. In the process I learned that my efforts at credit improvement actually made a difference. (yes!) I took to the time to really appreciate and enjoy friendship relationships. I came to the realization that my strange and delightful sense of humor came from my parents, who are REALLY funny. I'm about to embark on a basement improvement project (which will also help to improve the financial situation even more.) And I've been gathering the final supplies and materials for our trip (which has been an adventure in itself).

But the main thing that has changed is my attitude and outlook. I asked for sight that I might see the beauty of love. God showed me that joy and beauty was already all around me. I hadn't seen it because I wasn't looking for it. Everyone sees what he or she is looking for.

What do you see?

A Reprieve From the Mundane

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Last night I did something new. I learned to salsa. I was artistic expression in motion. It was fun. It was different. It felt good to not ponder the intricate meanings of life, ....for a moment.

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Dad teaching at church in St. Croix

Ghana -- Here We Come

2005-01-04T20:45:00.000-05:00

It is officially 11 days till our departure for Ghana, West Africa. My Dad after retiring last year, decided he wanted to do mission work. My Mom after retiring this year, had no excuse but to follow my Dad. ...And me, well, I can't have my parents going all the way to the other side of the world to be of service to others and not go with them. Thus the Mission Trip to Ghana was born.

I don't really know what to expect. We all got the required shots. Being I have a real phobia of needles, this took great sacrifice and courage on my part. But I got through it ok. It helped that my Dad held my hand the whole time. (or rather I was firmly grasping his hand and wouldn't let go...) I got the basics-- Yellow Fever and Meningitis (sp) my parents got extras -- typhoid and hepetitis. (sp) I'm hoping the Lord will protect me from the rest.

Love Part 2: More Questions and Contemplations

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Where is the joy? Is there joy and happiness in love or is it all sacrifice and suffering? If there is joy, how do I get to it? No, I'm not a pessimist or depressed(?). I'm an optimist by nature and a relatively happy person. But this love quest has rendered me more pensive than usual and I'm not sure of where it is going to lead. -- J

You wanted to learn about love and its meaning. I am taking you there. I know it feels uncomfortable right now, but be not dismayed. Everything is going according to My plans. Trust me as you walk through the cold water, comfort and warmth is on the other side. -- God

Love Part 1: Show Me

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Every year, I make new year's resolutions. Usually it is some commitment or task that I want to accomplish. For example, last year one of my resolutions was to get more involved in spiritual leadership.

This year my new year's resolution is a little different. Instead of committing to something that I am going to do, my resolution is a request. My new year's request is that I experience the fullnest of love-- God's love. My request is that God would show me and teach me true love. (Please do this in a gentle and gracious way.)

My ideas and concepts of love have been flawed and tainted by society and my own experiences. Now I am open to learning the selfless, sacrificing, yet joyous and rewarding love of God.

God, who are you?
I am love. (1Jn. 4:7)
What does this mean? Can love be defined? Can we/I ever really know you? We have so many words to describe what love is like, but there is no real synonym for love itself. We can describe the effects of love, how it feels or how it makes others feel. We can even say what love does or doesn't do, but what is it?

I look forward to getting to know you. I look forward to experiencing Your Love.

J

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Hanging out in Cali July '04

Welcome

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To My family and friends,

Welcome to my blog. I'm new at this. But so far so good...

Feel free to join me in my various journeys and explorations. Some of my paths involve visiting new places. For example, my folks and I are heading to Ghana, West Africa in less than two weeks.

Some of the journeys involve exploring new ideas or ways of thinking.

My hope is that you will be blessed as I document this adventure called life.

Sincerely,
Jewell