- snow globes, regardless of size or amount of liquid inside, even with documentation
- chlorine for pools and spas
- nunchakus
- cattle prods
- bows and arrows
- meat cleavers
But don't worry, you can still take the following necessary items:
- personal lubricants of any size (must be declared if over 3 oz)
- toy transformer robots
- cheese in pressurized containers (less than 3 oz)
- bone marrow, blood products, transplant organs (must be declared if over 3 oz)
- prosthetic breasts (must be declared if over 3 oz)
And don't try to slip any of those fold-over sandwich bags. You have to have a functioning zip-top bag. No exceptions.
It has been seven and a half years since the week that those truths first sunk in deep enough for me that my whole life turned around. I distinctly remember that week not feeling like this change in me was a choice so much as an irresistable compelling to new life. So where does all this meet me today?
I am realizing that in my desire to be accepted and approved, I have denied and hidden the shameful parts of me- arrogance, self-absorption, judgmentalism. Not that I've hidden them well. Despite my attempts to control what other people think of me, I'm sure everyone who knows me is aware of those faults. The problem is not so much that others don't know me, but that I don't let the whole me "out" into relationship with God and others. And because of that, I never get to experience acceptance of the whole me by God and others or forgiveness with regard to those particular areas. I don't find acceptance or healing for the very parts of me that need it most. I perpetuate my own convinction that the whole, real me is unlovable, and that the only way to "make it" around here is to try to find some self-control and to hide really well.
Today is a day for the Gospel to work power in my life. As I consider this life-hindering issue, I am stunned by the way God turns it all around. As I hand over the gross hidden unacceptable parts of me instead of hoarding them away, Jesus carries them all the way to the cross. He bears the weight of God's justified wrath against my dirty heart and yours, and today I let the power of that sin over me die with Him. But it doesn't stop there. In His victory over death, Jesus is coming home to the Father, and I join Him in His homecoming, wrapped up in His white robe. Just as the Father delights to see His Son returned, He delights also in me, His daughter. This is living in the light, letting go of the darkness inside me and risking the vulnerability to be seen as I really am. I'm coming home.
If we walk in the light, as he is in the light, we have fellowship with one another, and the blood of Jesus, his Son, purifies us from all sin. 1 John 1:7
Another interesting thought that came out of discussing this with a friend (not at CIT): I think I would be much more excited about planting a church with cannibals who believed in salvation through Christ alone than I would be about planting a church with some of the American churches that don't believe in salvation through Christ alone. Not as an insult to those churches, but just based on shared values. I think I am more concerned about salvation through Christ alone than I am about cannibalism. As long as I don't get eaten.
____ 1. Inerrancy in the Bible.
____ 2. Greet each other with a holy kiss.
____ 3. Salvation in Christ alone.
____ 4. Do not go to court to settle issues between Christians.
____ 5. Eternal security.
____ 6. Do not eat meat used in pagan ceremonies.
____ 7. A polygamist cannot be an elder or pastor in the congregation.
____ 8. Women should be veiled when praying or speaking.
____ 9. Muslim believers cannot remain in the mosque.
____ 10. Wash feet at the Lord’s Supper (Eucharist).
____ 11. Lay on hands for ordination.
____ 12. Tobacco is forbidden for Christians.
____ 13. Sing without musical accompaniment.
____ 14. Forbid initiation rituals such as female circumcision.
____ 15. Abstain from eating blood.
____ 16. Abstain from fornication.
____ 17. Forbid teaching from the Koran or other holy books.
____ 18. Share the Lord’s Supper (Eucharist) together.
____ 19. Use only real wine and unleavened bread for your Eucharist.
____ 20. Anoint with oil for healing.
____ 21. Women are not to teach men.
____ 22. Women are not to wear braided hair, gold, or pearls.
____ 23. Men are not to have long hair.
____ 24. Do not drink wine at all.
____ 25. Slavery is permissible if you treat slaves well.
____ 26. Remain single.
____ 27. Seek the gift of tongues.
____ 28. Seek the gift of healing.
____ 29. Lift your hands when you pray.
____ 30. People who don’t work, don’t eat.
____ 31. Have a private “devotional time” every day.
____ 32. Say Amen at the end of prayers.
____ 33. Appoint elders and deacons in every congregation.
____ 34. Elect the leaders.
____ 35. Confess sins one to another.
____ 36. Confess sins privately to God.
____ 37. Give at least ten percent of your income/goods/crops to God.
____ 38. Construct a building for worship.
____ 39. Confess Christ publicly by means of baptism.
____ 40. Be baptized by immersion.
____ 41. Be baptized as an adult.
____ 42. Be baptized as an infant.
____ 43. Do not be a polygamist.
____ 44. Do not divorce your spouse for any reason.
____ 45. Do not divorce your spouse except for adultery.
I found this a very difficult exercise, particulary because I didn't quite feel clear on what the two categories were. What does essential mean anyway? Essential to go to heaven? Essential for pleasing God? If I were starting a church in another culture, which would I choose as "essential" for people I would partner with in that ministry? What if the culture were a crazy tribal setting- cannibalism and all? Of course, if you don't agree with the tenets of Christianity, this exercise either becomes nearly impossible or is fairly meaningless.
One note of interest: In our discussion, many people said it was essential to "abstain from fornication" because of the commands of the Bible, BUT no one used that same argument as reason to insist that "women are not to teach men." In their defense, I think they were trying to discern what Biblical commands seemed specific to that culture and which were for all time. But how do we know? How do we decide?
Tim and I both marked "Salvation in Christ alone" as essential and didn't mark any others. To some of my blog-readers, I'm sure that sounds blasphemous- either that we would consider that essential, or to others, that we wouldn't consider others essential. Again, I think your definition of "essential" is fairly important here. I decided mine was "something I would be willing to die for." I probably wouldn't die to defend the principle that men have to have short hair.
I'd love to hear your thoughts. Post a comment or shoot me an email! Let me know what you think is essential and why I am either closed-minded or a heretic!
Almost the weekend. Mom is coming to visit. Tomorrow we are giving our "life story" in our discussion group. More later on everything we are learning.... very interesting.
Yesterday, as we began looking in depth at differences in cultures, behaviors, and values across the world, a specific memory hit me with unexpected force and is not letting go. It was a rather traumatic but nonviolent encounter that I had with someone "in a land far, far away." I really thought I had worked through the issue and was "done." Ha.
I feel raw and fragile. Has an emotional reaction ever felt so much like physical pain? I know that this memory has power not only in itself but also as it touches other memories and experiences that have hurt and shaped me. I am confident that it is God who has led me into this surprising space, and that He intends to bring me through it for good, so that as I prepare to move to Peru, I might be a more free, more beautiful woman than I was before. The Bible says, and I believe it is true, that the Holy Spirit will "lead [me] into all truth." I am praying in desperation that He would give me understanding and walk me through this. It seems like every hour I see more, get new answers, go deeper into this rabbit hole. I don't know what is on the other side, but I trust that it will be good.
Please pray for me. Pray for my endurance through this pain and willingness to receive from His hand. Pray for wisdom and guidance as I try to be present- in my classes, in my home, in this consuming pain. Pray for freedom and protection from anything that would hinder the Lord's work and voice- spiritual forces, distractions, time wasters, fear, anything that I would use to anesthetize the pain and avoid dealing with it, mental roadblocks, unneeded fatigue, panic, self-pity, my "right" to comfort, misunderstandings about God or myself.
"But he said to me, 'My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.' Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me. " 2 Corinthians 12:9



- Saturday: Tropical gazpacho, Mexican pasta salad, Banana-mango shakes
- Sunday: Wild rice waldorf salad, Bean and bean gumbo
- Monday: Baked sweet potato salad, Mahi-mahi with pineapple chutney
- Tuesday: Corn and bean stuffed baked potatoes, Carrot orange salad
- Wednesday: Spinach avocado grapefruit salad, Corn and potato soup
- Thursday: Spanish potato garlic soup, Caeser salad
- Tonight: Savannah beans and greens soup, Cornbread
Things we use often: blender, soup pot, cutting board, onions
Things we haven't used at all: meat, flour, frying pan, butter, the oven (well, once, for baking potatoes)
Her perspective has significant implications for mission preparation. My emphasis is not on learning what to say, how to defend God's messages through arguments, developing good teaching for reaching out to nonbelievers and for the spiritual growth of believers. The emphasis is on submitting myself more and more to the precious grace of God, that He can continually shape me into the image of Jesus. The emphasis is on personal emotional growth in the power of the Holy Spirit, working through the issues that hold me back from experiencing life, people and God to the full. The emphasis is on growing in love, understanding and devotion in my marriage, that it would truly be a picture of the relationship between God and His people (as the Bible describes it in Ephesians). A more whole, healed, free me is the "something beautiful" that brings me joy, brings God pleasure, and invites others into the restoration offered through Jesus Christ.
This afternoon, I sat down to journal and pray, to ask God to remind me again that it was His work and not mine that raised this amount of money in this amount of time. It's a hard lesson for me to hold on to. My temptation is to give myself a good pat on the back for being such a gosh darn good person. The truth is that this is His mission and His funds will back it up in His time.
As I processed that a little further, I realized that one of the reasons I am so anxious to get 100% of our support met is that I think it will either show me to be a better person/Christian or at least convince others that I am. I have been putting all of my energy and emotion (i.e. worship) into meeting our support goal because my heart longs to win the praise and admiration of other people. But what did the praise of men ever do to earn my worship? When did the praise of men forsake heaven to find me? When did the praise of men die in my place? It is no more worthy of my worship than a carved walrus on the mantle.
Father, you alone are worthy of all of my worship. This relationship is my life. Consume me, and burn away the weeds that entangle my heart. Give me the freedom of worshipping you alone. In Jesus' name.
So far CIT has been much better than we expected (I guess we were a little skeptical in our expectations). The people, both staff and students, seem warm, interesting, and pretty darn normal! The daily schedule is generous on free time, 8:30-12 in the morning and then 1:30-3 in the afternoon. The content of the teaching has been interesting, and the teaching methods have really made it come alive. I am impressed with the standard of excellence we see here.
In case you're wondering what we're learning, the module we're on right now is called Equipping for Cross-Cultural Life and Ministry (first four weeks). They gave us 17 written objectives, but I'll try to summarize them for you:
- Examine culture shock and ways to cope.
- Identify potential problems affecting men, women, singles, marriages and families on the mission field, and talk about how to turn that around so that this is a positive, growing experience for all.
- Learn practical information and tools regarding health overseas.
- Discuss cross-cultural stuff: perspectives, research tools, data of social organization, areas of personal ethnocentrism, worldview issues....
- Grow in personal faith and talk about how to continue that on the field.
- Write a 15 page research paper on the target culture.

Can I explain what it means to me to have these precious friends, sisters, partners in a life of faith and ministry? Can I tell you what they have done and been for me these past 7 years? Where would I be without their steadfast friendship, their counsel, their contagious passion for the person and glory of God? These are the women who have shaped me and continue shaping me into the woman God designed me to be. In the coming years, they too will minister in Puerto Supe through the influence they have had on me. This mission is so much the fruit of their presence in my life.
Who knew that internet data could say so much? And yet to me it speaks deeply- that there are two women out there who are invested in my life and ministry, engaged in the work God is calling me to do, committed to me even when we are apart.
Let me also mention my precious friends the Finks and Metzls, who will never get such acclaim because they live in Charlotte. Too many people. Skews the data. Nonetheless, as I was writing this I remembered that they read this silly blog every morning and night. I can't get sappy about too many people in one post, but if I allowed myself, I'd go there next.


"Some trust in chariots and some in horses, but we trust in the name of the Lord our God." (Psalm 20:7)
For the last two weeks I have had a check engine light in my car show up at random times and even though it would stay around for a couple of days eventually it always went away. Well Saturday I found out about a new light. It’s called the “Water Temperature Indicator.” On our way to Nashville our car over heated and blew the water pump (and maybe the timing belt but the jury is still out on that one).
A state trooper came by almost immediately and called a tow truck for us. The problem was that it was 2 pm on Saturday in the middle of nowhere, so the tow truck drove us to the only place to rent a car, which consisted of a 30 minute trip to the Asheville airport. Once we arrived, the rental company told me the only vehicle they had were small SUVs and they had a 100 mile a day limit (Nashville was still another 300 miles) and to get unlimited mileage I would have to pay about double the price. In the end, due to Hertz’s 1-800 number and a friendly employee, I was able to get a car for a reasonable price.
Finally, after leaving the airport, we realized that we left the lock box with all of our passports, papers and valuables in our car which was being towed to Tryon, NC (about 20 minutes from where we’re going to cultural training). After much debate we decided to chase down the tow truck to retrieve anything we couldn’t replace - we had 5 huge duffle bags with everything we were taking to Peru in the car. Despite the chaos of it all, we managed to only lose 2 hours of driving time.
Kyle Young has told us several times the most important key to staying on the mission field is to have a sense of humor. Well I think we’re getting our chance.
As we were turning out the lights, I felt a wave of sadness. 2.5 years in this, my first house. 3 years in my first job. And here it all goes. We’re leaving it behind to move off to a country we don’t know anything about and where we know no one. Because we were all leaving to get pizza, I didn’t really have time to digest the moment. Probably a good thing for now.
Our Wolfman pizza dinner with the Landons and Warners turned out to be one of those moments I know I will remember always. There was something so not unique about it. It felt like it could be every missionary’s story- late night dinner in an old pizza parlor with friends the night before heading off. It was beautiful and simple and right. I feel infinitely grateful for these friends, their realness to me, their reliability, their servant hearts. I would not be the person I am without their steadfast support. In January 2003, when I felt God telling me that He would send me to the mission field at some other time in the future when I could be sent from a community and into a community, I had no idea how lovely and essential community could be. These are the people who hold me up by their prayers and presence.
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