1. (Source: azspot, via alexmedina)

     

  2. dagenn:

    You told me about a place you wanna build

    a place where people like us could live

    a place with no broken windows and no locked doors

    a place free from the lies and the horror

    So where is this place, with curtains drawn?

    where is this home, with roses by the door?

    Where will you build it, in…

    I found a corner

    The Stone with two sides

    Not rounded, or weathered

    By wind, fear, and lies

    I couldn’t shelter in it, there was no place to hide

    But the corner lent peace, as I sped t’wards demise

     

    I thought that all edges were hard

    That a sharp line meant hurt, but surprised,

    when I found this one corner I learned,

    that freedom carries many a guise.

     

    I thought to myself, here’s a good place to build

    I’ll commit to the task, I’ll give it a try

    No sooner had faith slipped out of my mouth

    Than The Mortar-Stone grew, as if come alive.

     

    No mortal could do what it did and survive,

    A building rose up, and let loose a sigh

    Of dismay that many would only pass by

    And never enter the comfort he hid inside.

     

    I found a corner,

    On The Corner-Stone lying

    Off the beaten track

    Where came lonely and dying

     

     

    I’m a man who can stand, with both hands in the air

    Shouting and waving, till others will stare

    So I can say

    this is the truth in me

    I found a corner

    It’s right over there.

     

     

     

    *Some corners face in, other’s face out.

     
  3. Shadow to sunshine at Banff.

     

  4. For My Surfing Teacher(s)

    He rode the undulations

    Low and high, undaunted, not haunted

    By capricious swells.

    Early, always chasing against the current

    The world, a maverick. I know where he dwells.

    A dune of hydrogen carries him higher

    But lets him down like his knees and their needs.

    The world sells laughter, but he is no buyer

    He sows the true light even as he bleeds.

    His home on the edge of the earth is open

    To strangers and angels alike.

    The salt and the light

    On his hands

    Rub off on the thousands of hands that he shakes

    And each meeting is a jump to a new place,

    A new face a new maze,

    Popping up and leaving a new wake, a new trace,

    New life and new fate.

    If a sound was a drop in the ocean I wonder

    How many waves have poured from his lungs?

    How many shores have felt his raw thunder?

    How many beaches of pride are undone?

    Sand washed away like yeast

    Saltwater hearts fill old human beasts

    Because of his unsatisfied hunger for

    Justice and Love and Mercy and Peace.

     

    And me, I’ll remember,

    Even after the summer

    When four years of learning have come,

    And gone

    The fire in his eyes as he rode every

    Wave. That he

    Saw for the sake of a

    Kingdom that

    Won’t

    Be

    Un

    Done.

     

  5. Graduation Pledge

    I will fight for peace

    I will fight for justice

    I will fight for love

    I will wage war on behalf of the Lord,

    against a world that has forgotten him.

     

    Whether I’m frustrated, forsaken, or faltering,

    I will trust God to be my strength

    and press ahead for the sake of His Kingdom.

     

    When it takes my life, I will give it

    My mind, I will use it

    My heart, I will break it

    My soul, I will surrender it

     

    I’m part of the class of twenty-fourteen

    Lean and unseen

    because the Glory goes to God

    Redeemed

    despite who I’ve been

     

    I commit to a life that is focused and fearless

    Reckless and relentless

    And most of all devoted to God.

    Tagged #Commitment
     

  6. Strong

    I’ve heard the trees called strong.[1]

     

    A tall, towering palm, or a thick, rough eucalyptus. I know the word for tree in four languages. Pohon, arbre, tree, árvore.[2] Having a few extraordinary vocabulary words floating around my mind apparently makes me like the eucalyptus tree: tough, and well rounded. At least that’s what my friends say – the ones who have never left their home country.

     

    If there’s one thing I’ve learned after living abroad for 17 years it is that everybody has a different idea of strength. Some cultures think the ultimate achievement in life is being able to trick someone really well, but if that’s the standard I were to define by strength by, I’d be pitifully weak. Other people prefer those who own the most pigs, and unfortunately I’m also short on that account.

     

    But the culture I’ve learned to identify with the most has a different idea of strength. For us, for the ones who live in between worlds, we’ve learned that what makes us strong is the connections we’ve made. The bridges we’ve built across oceans and mountains, which pull the earth together. And make it a smaller, more comfortable place.

     

    They said the Internet shrunk the world, and before that the telephone, the telegraph, and written words. But while those technologies help us communicate ideas, and now even sounds and pictures, there is a sense they will never be able to convey: touch. I’ve touched a eucalyptus tree, and climbed up a palm before jumping off of it into the ocean. I feel the rough bark on my skin, a rush of air as my heart leaps, and then the gratifying surge of the warm Pacific water, I blink crusty salt out of my eyes to see the faces above me, now beside me, smiling as they too get engulfed in the ocean. Having such visceral experience can only give so much satisfaction, and some people I’ve known are content without it. But when it comes to human interaction, a sense of touch is something no one can do without.

     

    Would you believe me if I told you that what has made me strong in life is this gift I’ve been given where I can know people all over the world, and go give them a hug? I’ve written long words of encouragement through tears, and yet even that can’t compare to the simple communication of touch, feel, and know. It helps me to understand people more intimately; it gives me a window into lives I never would have seen. Physical actions convey meaning that words can’t.

    How do I show love to a people group that has been isolated from the world for the last thousands of years, and is now dying from a disease brought in by colonialists? Words aren’t enough. But to be there with them, and listen to and learn from them, to shake their hands and pray for them, to hike, or play, or build something together, that says something. And it speaks to my own heart too. To serve others in a tangible way, and more than just transferring dollar signs from one online account to another, makes me more energized and confident that there is hope for a world that at times tries its best to tear itself apart.

     

    Trees don’t connect with the world around them by the sounds of creaking they make, and humans don’t either[3]. Trees send out roots and seeds, and let their leaves fall until they are fully connected with their environment, whether its on a pristine beach or gentle grasslands, and that’s what gives them strength. I’m glad I’ve been able to spend my life connecting in the strongest way with all sorts of different environments, and most importantly the people in them. The people I’ve lived with and loved are the ones that give me the most strength in life, and the connections that we’ve made are the ones that are pulling the world together.



    [1] In the interest of honesty, I can’t remember exactly where I heard this, possibly from some Disney cartoon, a local Papuan tribe, and a good dash of Tolkien’s The Lord of The Rings all mixed together.

    [2] That would be Portuguese, English, French, and Indonesian from right to left. I was born in Canada, hence the English and French, and I’ve lived in Angola and Indonesia each for about half my life, where I learned the other two languages.

    [3] Although a lot of people I know act like being creaky or cranky is the only way to communicate with their fellow human beings, I tend to differ with them on whether this communication is actually meaningful.

     

  7. "We are what we repeatedly do.
    Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit."
    — Aristotle
     
  8. The Grants serve in Indonesia with Mission Aviation Fellowship (MAF), where Will is a mechanic. MAF flies small planes into some of the most remote airstrips in the world, overcoming barriers in order to serve people.

    Visit http://maf.org/willgrant to partner with the Grants.

     
     
  9. "Jesus said, ‘…you will be my witnesses in Jerusalem, and in all Judea and Samaria, and to the ends of the earth!’” - the book of Acts

     
  10. Brightly-lit trees provide backup power to the dying remnant of street lights during the Christmas season here in Sentani.

     
  11. Breaking Papua free from HIV.

     

  12. It’s so easy to get stuck, isn’t it? I was driving my motorbike up a steep dirt hill a little too slowly when my tires slid sideways into a rut and started spinning. I twisted the accelerator as hard as I could but it didn’t help—my bike was stuck. Did I mention that I was two and a half hours from home, on the other side of a massive lake, and considering panic?

    Read the rest at http://www.mafblog.com/mkcorner/getting-out-of-the-rut

     
  13. No matter where you fly, there’s a friend to be made.

     
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  15. I stumbled across The Worship Project, which is a very cool 365 day journey of combining visual art with worship songs. The creator takes key lyrics from a song every day and designs a beautiful poster around them.

    The (anonymous) person behind the project said this:

    I’ve grown a huge love for the lyrics - the written form of praise and adoration from people across the earth. From the hymns of old, to the contemporary Christian music of the 80s + 90s + today, people are articulating their love for Jesus in song again and again - and it fills my heart with pure joy to discover new songs and join in the worship of our King with brothers and sisters all over the world.”

    "The Worship Project" was birthed in me many years ago, when I wanted to tangibly fuse my love of worship music and my passion for graphic design + photography … So now I’m bringing my dream to life in the form of “The Worship Project”

    The typography is very well done, as our the colour palettes of each design, and you won’t get bored looking through them all (which you should go do right now!) because they are all varied in design and appearance. It’s really neat to see people using their talents for visual art to glorify God and worship him.