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Look at all those chickens!

Yesterday was an eventful day for us! We started with devotional time at our ministry-of-the-week, Samaria. We met with the German team to find out how we would be serving this week. After a lunch of gyros, we headed to Helping Hands to help gather things for our park day. We made the metro trek to the National Gardens where we met with several refugee families. A few games of ultimate frisbee (which I heard was pretty brutal, but the best), some “cake” making in the sandbox, Uno rounds, some people getting soaked with water balloons, and plenty of fellowship rounded off our second to last time working with the people from Helping Hands.

We ended our day with crossing all of Athens to have dinner at Ken and Lisa’s house, (our leader here in Greece). Their porch has a breathtaking view of the Sea and mountains. After eating our #1 meal so far, we watched the sunset and videos about Helping Hands.

Today was another ministry day, but our first day at Samaria. Sarah was worried she was going to trip and have to buy us gelato so she “conveniently was sick” and chose to rest today. (Pray for her stomach though and that she feels better for the days to come).

We helped make Greek salad and Ryan and Brad chopped up many Greek chickens, all the while a German class was taking place in the same room.

Brad and Marissa quoted the famous vine as the cooked chickens came out of their final resting place, “Look at all those Chickens.” And I will agree, there were a lot of chickens.

We served lunch, cleaned up, ate lunch ourselves, and then headed back for the evening. With plans to go see the Olympic stadium and eat crepes tonight, we look forward to our last week and a half here in Greece.

*Gelato updates to come*

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No Free Gelato Yet!

Hello once again! It’s has now been over a week since we made it to Greece! We have had one exciting adventure. After our first week of service with Helping Hands, Ken, the missionary from Greece, took us and a few others to Corinth. We saw many different things. We didn’t walk as much as we did the first tourist day but we definitely made up for it. Our first stop of the day was at the Corinth Canal. We were able to walk across a bridge to the middle and look down the canal. Afterwards we went to the end of the canal and were able to walk on an actual Roman road, where slaves were once forced to pull the cargo on and across to the other end of the canal. After this we hiked up to Acrocorinth, where we were able to gaze upon the marvelous Greek costal view. After climbing down the Acrocorinth we went to a restaurant and had some amazing souvlaki (you’ll have to look it up). We drove to ancient Corinth and walked in the footsteps of Paul. We were able to look at several statues and old jars that were found while digging in this area. Also we were able to actually stand on a Roman theater stage in Corinth. At the end of our trip before heading home we stopped at Cenchreae, a first century church, where Paul got his hair cut before heading back to Jerusalem. Acts 19. During this entire time of walking/hiking it was said that if I, Sarah, fell at any point I would buy everyone Gelato. The bet is still going on today. (It’s Cianna’s opinion that it is only hours until we will celebrate Sarah falling with gelato-we wait longingly).

Sunday we were able to go to the 2nd Christian Church (which is actually the name) and we were able to wear headphones where they translated the sermon to English. On the way home we dropped Brad off at Helping hands to play bored games with some of the refugees that got together. The girls and Ryan continued home and Mwerearissa and Cianna played card games, I took a nap after not feeling well for several days, and Ryan was able to catch up on some emails. When Brad was done we went back to the acropolis and shopped around a little more and then found somewhere to eat. We also found a McDonald’s!! Brad wasn’t too excited but the rest of us enjoyed some fries! On the way home from the metro I tripped and was falling until a old man popped out of nowhere and stopped my fall. He was very scared while the rest of us where laughing about how they close to getting Gelato.

So far this has been an amazing journey. The rest of this week we will actually be serving elsewhere besides helping hands which you will hear more about later!!

See y’all later!!


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Upendo wa Mungu Baba ni wa……….ni wa ajabu”

My time here in kenya hads been eye opening. This was my first time out of the country. Other than movies (The Lion King spasificaly) I had no exspectations. I have been on mission trips before and thhought I would know somewhat to exspect. When I got here, I quickly found out that everything I thought I knew was wrong. Yes we work on houes and yes we interact with these widows and orphans, but to them it means so much more for them to feed us and just spend time with us. I find this hard to get used to. I was expecting to work and work more then anything. but getting to know these people means so much more. Getting to hug these widows and learning their story.

I also had the oprtunity to teach a short leasson onthe verse John 16:33 with Erik to some kids at Sunday School. This was a fun exsperience.

Even though these people have nothing, they still strive to be happy and want to give us everything they can. What we have done for these people and given them seems so small to us, but to them it means the world. It makes me look at the world different. Things are not the number one thing. Relationships are, and beable to spread the word of God around to everyone we encounter.

“Upendo wa Mungu Baba ni wa……….ni wa ajabu”

“We are saying thank you to our God.”

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Wow, what a week

Thursday June 2nd, 2016 – Day 21
Holy, holy, holy, is the Lord Almighty. Who was, is, and is to come. Who is all powerful. Who is all knowing. Who is the One who sees all, who spoke everything into existence. I cannot imagine what I would do if I was not called by Him. He has demonstrated His power and glory in front of me today.
After the morning session, we broke into our normal small groups. It felt like the other small groups, which was a bit slow, about half were believers of Jesus Christ, and the normal demand for the Muslims to be made known. The Muslims would often challenge Jesus and His message against the Koran. Today’s question that was brought about was: “If Jesus was God and a prophet, why did He not prophecy about Mohammed? Why did Jesus not warn us that another would come and misinform many people?” These were good questions. The first thing that popped into my head was that He did, He just called them Gentiles and false prophets. Having established credibility over the last few days, Matt took them to a passage about false prophets that would come and distort truth and tell lies and that many would follow and listen to them. What this did was bring about an anger from a different Muslim who did not ask the question that was also in the group. There were a lot of words exchanged in Farsi between him and the translator for the group. I did not understand, nor did the translator translate before what happened next.
Devod, or Devot, pronounced Day-vode, began to convulse uncontrollably. Most of us realized that what he was hearing about Jesus had just shattered his paradigm of how he lives life. I think he was given a glimpse of the Kingdom of God. Well, he is possessed by a demon. At first, we were all gathering around him in Jesus’s name to cast out this demon. It was crazy. Then, other Muslims were coming in trying to snap him out of what he was experiencing. They were quickly escorted away from him to allow for what Jesus was doing to him. I am telling you I have never ever seen anything like this. This was a real demon that was now in my presence being casted out right in front of me. We all prayed, hard. All the believers were swarming around him and praying like never before. We all demanded that Jesus would remove this demon from his body and set him free. He was convulsing. He was squirming. He had the weirdest look in his eyes that I had ever seen. He kept holing onto his head, like there was something in there that was being demanded to vacate the premises. Other Muslims kept coming up to him, trying to get passed the Christians who were praying and laying hands on Devod. It did not stop for hours now. We kept praying and praying.
We did not stop praying for him. Some went to talk among other people, but some of us kept praying with him. We prayed in Jesus’s name! Over and over and over again. The war that was waging in this guy’s body was unbelievable. I cannot hardly believe that I was witness to it. This was directly related to Jesus Christ. Jesus revealed Himself and the evil spirit freaked out. The spirit did not know what to do. This is what happens when you hear the gospel. Matthew 24. Galatians 1. There is no other gospel. There is nothing else that is real. Anything apart from Christ’s message is false. Wow, what a warfare.
People are still praying and cheering for him. Devood has fallen asleep. Now he is awake. I have not gotten close enough to hear what he is going through and he only has his son and a friend who speaks his language present with him at this time. I am confident that the Lord has now been established within him and has now seen the light. There is no more walls to hide behind. From what I am hearing, he is in the direct line of Mohammed the prophet. Devod actually receives money for being a part of the family line. Very much like the Indians back home. They all have money that is given to them at the age of eighteen for being an Indian. Crazy. This is an interesting story developing. More to come. I need to head down to the water for kayaking duty.


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Being Thankful In Every Moment

After a long day of serving our widows and orphans in Kenya, we all sit around the table to talk about our day. I have been amazed about how much each of us mzungus “white people” mean to each widow and widow group. We are received with amazing dancing, beautiful songs, and shouts of praise to the Lord. These ladies are an inspiration of what it means to be thankful. These ladies are a clear definition of the lyrics It Is Well In My Soul. They have learned to be joyful despite all that is against them, they have continued to thrive even in the midst of the culture.

If there is one thing I want to learn about all these ladies is to be thankful in all moments; to realize that I can glorify God despite all circumstances. That God is our provider, and that there is hope and grace in Jesus.

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My Green Adventure

When I heard that Ireland’s nickname was “The Emerald Isle,” I didn’t think much of it. However, when I arrived here, I was completely overwhelmed by the vibrant rolling hills, trees, and greenery that were brilliant green. I have never seen such a lovely shade of green in my life. Yesterday was the perfect example for me of how the color green has change my life here in Ireland. 

First, our team traveled to Malahide Castle. The castle itself was stunning. It was built in the 1200’s and was occupied until the 1970’s by the Talmot family. A lot of original artifacts that belonged to the family were there too, which was fascinating. The castle tower it over us and it was covered with dark green ivy. My favorite part about the castle, however, was the gardens. The gardens were absolutely stunning. I have never felt the presence of the Lord like I did in this place. There were forests, wide open spaces of perfectly trimmed pure green grass, wildflowers that carpeted the floor of the forest, bushes erupting in with blossoms, massive, towering trees with branches so long and heavy that they dropped and grew along the ground, and hills to roll down (yes, I rolled down the hills giggling like a child). The best way to describe how I felt in that moment was simply: free. For the first time in my life, I felt my soul sing praises to God and run wild with Him. I felt like a wild, untamed horse, running with my savior. I felt like all my life I was created to feel this way. I literally ran around and flung my arms with tears of joy in my eyes like a child. I felt young, alive, free, and perfectly in tune with my God. I didn’t care about what my team thought of me, what anyone else thought of me, or anything else on earth. All I could think about was that moment of pure bliss with the Lord. I have never felt such freedom in my life. 

I felt the same way when we visited New Grange later on that day. It is a burial site that looks like a massive stone dome and it  dates back to 3200 BC. When I was on top of that hill, I was so humbled that the God who created the landscape around me even noticed me. I felt so insignificant and small, yet I knew God was watching over me even in that moment. I whispered, “Thank you, God. Thank you for this gift,” aloud to myself and to Him. These are two moments I will take will me all my life. 

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Today was another ministry day so we went to helping hands. Their normal Friday’s consist of serving biscuits and tea. Sarah, Cianna, and I decided to work in the kitchen this time since most of our volunteering experience was working with the children, we decided to switch it up. All we had to do was ask if they wanted “sweet or bitter tea” for the first couple of hours. Even though it was such a simple task we were grateful to learn new words while others laughed at us for trying to repeat the words multiple times until we got it down. (I already forgot the words we learned, haha).

Once we switched tasks for the next couple of hours I went to sit at the women’s table where they were coloring with their children and talking to some of the leaders of helping hands. Sarah and I tried to talk to a refugee woman but the conversation ended very quickly since she couldn’t understand English. There was one leader named Bonnie who helped us try to get the refugee woman to answer some of our questions about her life and it was neat to just see her smile and laugh because the language barrier was difficult but pointing out objects helped us get somewhere in conversation. Soon later we ended up finishing for the day and cleaning. All the leaders, groups, and interns debrief at the end of the day and discuss, “where they saw God working throughout the day?” Each and every day of their ministry they debrief and pray for about 15-20min, and during this time they discuss about the conversations between refugees. I found this very fascinating because often times in our society we go about our own days and never consider how God works through our conversations or activities. It was more different than just a prayer, but actually thinking about each moment of the day and the impact God had in that single moment.