HE bless community.

When I hit rock bottom, losing purpose, faith, and confidence in my calling as a journalist. Nathan stepped in and sweated it out with me. For a moment he reached down and put me on his back and carried me. He was right there with me. What a beautiful picture of G grace and C mission, reaching down and picking us up when we can’t carry on. What a picture of community, when we bind each other when we are hurting and broken. We comfort each other, when we instill courage in each other. Community creates healthy believers who can run the race.

Community pushes us towards love, godliness, and good deeds.

With that I say thank G that he doesn't leave us to ourselves.

The keys to overcoming crisis:

Clarity

Control

Confidence

It's community, and the memories they inspire, that get us through tough economic times, angry arguments, and sad events.

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Sincere- Without Wax

Paul wanted to say- be workers who have a passion and who are blameless. Someone who doesn’t short change himself.

Those who aren’t lazy or selfish

He pairs the relationship- Husband wife, parent child, slave master. These are all in the home. The work relationship affects the family itself. Paul wants to create a spirit filled family dynamics.

Col 3:23

Eph Not with eye service or men pleasers. When our bos isn’t around we act goofy. We act with a passion weather we are there or not.

That's why trees point up

How can I sum up the past month? So many conversations, new friends, new house, no car, city life, strange languages, good food, green, and finding community.
All my expectations were blown away, this city is incredible. Full of beauty and rich in culture.
Yet, underneath there is a darkness that chokes out The Hope. Many people walk in a haze.

Me and a new friend were chatting one afternoon. He mentioned how many people here consider themselves "spiritual", in that they find wholeness in themselves through yoga, hiking, or nature. I thought it was funny how people yearn to connect with creation, but miss the creator. These are just a reflection of a true relationship with HIM. I guess that's why trees point up.

I am George this is my Jungle

Pass Spanish, Graduate, pack my life, say the goodbyes, prepare the NSU Vancouver team, logistics, airplane, little sleep. This past 2 months have been hurricane season for me.

But I see the clouds parting a bit, that liquid sunshine turns to real sunshine.

Life here is sweet. I'd rather be tired, feet hurting, exhausted mentally spiritually and staying true to the path of Father. I've spent too long at ease and comfort, outside of the path.

But I've made it to Vancouver. So many people asked me if I'm excited, and it's hard to say...

Yes I love the city and SFU, yes I'm learning the culture, yes it does remind me of my Homeland (HK). All reasons to be excited.

But when I think of some of the best albums I've ever heard, They've tended to grow on me.

On first listen, it wasn't current or catchy or full of hooks.

More like a 80% (fair-trade) cocoa chocolate, subtle, deep, and rich.

I hope this city grows on me, and that makes it exciting.

I am George this is my jungle.

New pad, new friends

With the NSU team, plowing sowing and seeing our walk of obediance.

Sweet time.

Also got to check out my new house.

Hockey time now!

Soliciting

Undeserved.

Grace, mercy, blessing and abundance.

All undeserved.

I was once a punk kid, who didn't want anything to do with The King or His Words.

But the Spirit captured me, made me new, and put Spirit-filled men in my path.

All undeserved.

I left with $200 in hand, and a promise from a friend that he would be a strong arm of

support for me while in Vancouver.

All undeserved.

Blessings.

All undeserved.

2 weeks

I love the travel channel, especially Anthony Bourdain's: No Reservations.

He's a great story teller, capturing life from Laos to Ireland to Panama. I love how doesn't sanitize what he see's, but he portrays the raw beauty and utter despair every culture has.

Being able to experience the world through his eyes and the lens of that camera is nice, but it's like a stamp size picture of the ocean. There is no comparison, It just doesn't do it justice.

I'm missing out on the mystery, depth, flavors, smells, and textures that new worlds have to offer. As that gentle ache gets harder to ignore, I feel like a painter who's only able to use

a fraction of the color palate.

Now don't get me wrong, I'm going to miss the bayou and all those Cajuns.

But this world has too much culture and life to offer to let it pass by.

And I'm not missing out.

2 weeks. And we all can feel a calling.

To make this world a little smaller,

So a boy got on a plane.....

Everything is easy....

I fight, bite, and try my best to make the right decision and to be an honorable guy.

Often times I come to the end of my own endurance and little wisdom I own exhausted defeated and feeling like an ass.

I'm burnt out with logistics of missions and ministry and I can't even remember why I'm in it in the first place.

Then the spirit shows up, and reminds me of my first love.

I do it because of Hosanna, welcoming the King of Israel.

Then life settles, and things become clear.

Those choices that were heavy burdens upon my back?

They lift off like a feather in the passing breeze.

Then everything refocuses. Those blurred lines become crisp and easy to make sense of.

When your led by the spirit,

everything is easy.....

I gotta get back.... I just gotta

Ever seen the movie, "Book of Eli"?

Denzel Washington's character is on a mission, mostly shrouded in mystery for the first half of the movie. It revolves around a decimated post-apocalyptic America and a book. But not just any book, it's The Book.

And an unquenchable desire to head west, to complete his mission.

I'll leave it at that because I hate spoilers, just remember he dies at the end (bet you didn't see that coming).

So I kinda feel like Denzel's character.

My mission?

To head back east, to reconnect with the rich history of my people.

Along the way, being a voice for those who are silenced by fear and oppression....

and telling the greatest story ever told; the story of redemption, rescue, and restoration found

in a book. But not just any book, The Book.

See, I gotta get back.... and Vancouver is my first step.

This city has the highest concentrations of ethnic Chinese residents in North America.

So to get back east, to the west I must go.

So how do I be content in every situation, as the good Book says, when I'm not satisfied with where I am?

I guess it's the pursuit of "the peace that surpasses all understanding" that leaves me restless....

Not for all the tea in China.

I gassed up the car Friday afternoon and drove. And drove. Picked up my friend Michelle Palmer and drove some more. 5 long hours later, we arrived in West Monroe (the armpit of Louisiana). Just in time to check the first item off my bucket list: Attend an Andrew Osenga Concert.

The cramps in my legs and lowerback seemed to melt away as Andrew made sweet sweet love to his guitar.
And everyone there in that "too big of a room for such a small crowd" witnessed it.
For the next hour his humility, his passion, his anger, his brokenness and his redemption were laid bare for us to see.
It was like he was cooking and the penetrating smell of emotion filled the room.
Everyone wanted a taste of it.

It was memorizing, inspiring, and oh so satisfying.
I PR that the rest of the bucketlist will be just the same.

Was it worth the drive? Yes. Worth the cramps? Yes. Worth the sleepless drive back? Yes.
Would I ever trade the experience? Not for all the tea in China.


awesome moment in time

New-City Nervous

For those who don't know, I'll be leading students on a 2-week mission
experience in Vancouver in May.
It's all about S led friendship building and life on life J sharing.
And lots of PRwalking.
When I think about this great task ahead, I get a little nervous.

These students are trusting me to lead them in a city I barely know, connect with a people I've never met, and relate to a culture I know little of.

They need me to take the lead in this big city, but I'm pretty clueless on how to really do it.
All I have is a few short months of mission experience, but is that really enough?
Then I remember, it's the spirit that has carried you to this point, and it's his S that will see you through. It's not about my competency or how well I do.
It's about who I'm owned and operated by. And that's the Father.

This week I have an opportunity to do great things. Because my Father is great.

Fast forward

Well, one more month then it's graduation and off to Vancouver.
What have I been upto lately?

Well here's my to do list this week:


and that's only scratching the surface.

I've been plugging along all this year, at it's all been really great.
Ministry has been joyfilled and life-altering, Saints winning the Superbowl, and graduation is right around the corner. It's all been deeply satisfying and will probably go down as my favorite year at NSUEY.

But to be honest, I'm feeling a little tired. A little weary from the journey.
Emotionally spent, if you will.
I need to be refreshed, renewed, and poured into.

I need to spend time with people who I want to be around, true friends.
Rather than those that I have to be around.

I want to be around those who have a heart for the nations that I do.
Because I need to be reminded of how big G is and how he reaches out to the middle east, Middle Kingdom, NK, and Afreeka.

I hope that times comes before I lead this team, because He knows how much I need it.

A new Beginning

The guitar is sold.
The magazine subscriptions have been cancelled.
The airplane ticket is bought.
The news is slowly leaking out.
And I'm trying to give away old stuff that I forgot I even had.

After graduation, I'm moving to Vancouver.
I've already begun the long-goodbye.
The sound is sweet and it's calling me to follow my gut feeling.
I'm taking that chance, that risk.
A new beginning.

Micro Blogging

Well, it's been a while since we've last chatted. 12 days to be exact.
There so much to say and so little space, so let's try a bunch of small random
bullets to catch up:

-Saints won the Superbowl! Now they are selling the sod (chunks of turf) where certain "game-changing" were performed. This is getting ridiculous.... but the fans deserve it!

-Our week of "Crazy Love" dorm outreach has passed. Made some promising connections with some guys in the dorm. Praying for more divine appointments....

-A friend of mine sent me a wonderful gift: a hand crafted calendar.
You can pick one up here and you should. Because she is awesome!

-I'm currently working on my resume. I look back on all the video spots I've been a part of and thanking G. Who woulda thought: it all started with a wedding video and I can't believe they paid me!!

-yesterday was the first time I slipped in the shower in like 10 years. That's right I've keep track of these kind of things.

-CEC came and gone. Musical worship was truly life shaping. Aaron K truly is a W Pasture

see you soon!

Bucket List

My goal is to accomplish all of these within the next 2 years.

-Attend an international film festival

-End my college career on a sweetest note ever: Ultimate Frisbee, all my closest friends, and BBQ all on the back deck of the BCM.

-Attend an Andrew Osenga (my fav. artist) Concert April 9 2010

-Be part of the production crew for a short film
-Play on a semi-professional Ultimate Frisbee Team
-learn how to surf
-Celebrate Chinese New Year. In China
-Enroll in Seminary
-Move to a big city
-Learn martial arts

I am lame.

Today I forgot my mum's birthday. Yea I know, I'm sucky.
She sent me an e-mail:

"hi to day is 2 / 3 2010. my birthday. ar you forget? ........"

It's interesting how I can focus so much on making impact in other peoples lives and forget the most important woman in my life. Mum.

I'll make it up to her...... (Tony turns to camera) If it's the last thing I do.......

Beauty of the run

Breath in. Breath out.
Watch out for the mailbox.
Grass, gravel, pavement, sidewalk.
Look both ways before crossing.
In through the nose, out through the mouth.
Push it. Push it harder. Focus.

I tend to think a lot at night and it sometimes keeps me up.
And sometimes when I need to think I go for a run.
I did that tonight, it was damp and a cool 45 degrees.
I ran the route I've been running for years.
Down the neighborhood, next to the cemetery, pass the cathedral,
loop around the park and back to the ice cream shop.

It's important to breath when you run, but it's hard when it's cold like this.
So, you've got to remember to focus.
Breath in. Breath out. In through the nose, out through the mouth.
It also helps ease the mind.

I used to hate running, the stomach cramps and the chest pain just wasn't for me.
But everything is different now.
I've found joy in the beauty of the run.
I guess is some way, that's like my spiritual journey.
How something I once wanted nothing to do with became
irresistibly amazing and fascinating to me.
By grace I was saved and I've begun my own race, set out before me.
And you've got to remember to focus.

Breath in the word. Breath out prayer.
See to it that every moment I'm on the cross.
Morning, afternoon, evening, night.
Look for ways to leave a legacy.
In with the spirit, make no provision for the flesh.
Push it. Push it harder. Focus.

Big Week

This week will be crazy.
It'll start out with a prayer watch at 9pm tonight for "Crazy Love" a joint outreach week
with Chi Alpha and Alpha to Omega.

Then it's off to the races:
-3 day outreach event
-discipleship meetings
-free lunch Thursdays and Frisbee
-FCA at Thibodaux High School
-then a weekend in Alexendria for CEC.
-Sunday School
-and finally Black and Gold Superbowl

not to mention I need to keep my head above the water in my Spanish class.
Gotta make sure I'm repented up, prayed up, or else I'm gonna screw up.

Until then I'm gonna play some soccer and enjoy this beautiful day!

Keep yo' head up

I'm at a crossroads. Kind of with my future career. I know I'm ready to go.
But where? Vancouver, Hands-On, Jman?
And it's tough being in this place. The place of not knowing.

I remember hearing a friend talk about how she was scared about her next step in life. But I never quite understood her, because at the time I was the guy who had his future all mapped out.
But then that all came crashing down this winter. And here I am now.

Not knowing.

But, you know what? I kinda like it here.
Not literally here, as in the town Thibodaux.
I mean right here in my spiritual journey of not knowing, in taking it one step at a time.
Resting in Fathers hands, with no worries.
It's actually quite freeing and calming. Like a tree planted by the streams.
Calm. Cool. At peace.

Maybe that's what Father is trying to remind me?
That a lamp only illuminates that very next step. That's it.
That the Red Sea parted one step at a time.

And pride happens when I think I'm better than God at planning my life, or more accurately, fooling myself into believing I'm better at planning my own steps.
C.S. Lewis talked about this pride and how prideful men cannot see God because they are always looking down on people and things. And if they are always looking down they can't see God above them.

Haiti. Fort Hood. Global Economic Crisis.

I hate how I feign interest when these subjects are brought up.
I don't feel anger, fear, or remorse when I hear about this.
Just static apathy.

Even though I like to read up on world news quit a bit, sometimes I feel
that I do it just so I can pretend I care.

Lord have mercy on me. Incline my heart to yours. Amen

I guess this is that emo I promised.....

Remember than scene in James Cameron's, "Titanic", of that slowly sinking, Goliath of a ship?
And we see Leonardo Dicaprio's character running through waste deep water trying to find
ya girl so they can escape? Remember that?

As a kid I watched that scene and an uneasy feeling of despair welled up in me.
The feeling was claustrophobic. So much despair. And I always wondered what would I do to find a way out. To escape.

Well, that uneasiness come bubbling to the surface again, but I was in no theater.
And there was no popcorn.

It happen when I walked through the administration buildings at school today.
I was there taking care of my graduation stuff in Talbot Hall.
This is the kinda place that has dim lighting, depressing artwork,

and a "were going no where" mentality.

All this added to the feeling of the walls closing in, an inch at a time.

Maybe I was just having one of those days..... or maybe this place really is a sinking ship.

But what ever reason, I know that my time here is coming to a close.
That subtle whisper to go and discover new cities is now blaring in surround sound.
I can't ignore it, I just can't...... but I must press on and finish my race here.

And finish strong.

New theme up

Pretty sweet, eh? Well, there is just a small taste of some surprising news to come.....
In the mean time, tell me what you think!

"Cupcake Theory"

In life's quest to be more deeply connected with those around me, I think I've finally
found the answer. And it's called the "Cupcake Theory."

You see, my office is located in the back of our building and most students hang out in the front.
And I've tried almost everything to create an atmosphere that would lure them to me.
Soft lighting, great Feng Shui (or the art of placing furniture), hand-painted artwork, and even scented candles. Now granted, I do pass through the front and spark conversation with people all the time, but I've always found it hard to get students to pop-in me office and chat.

See, this is where the more mano-a-mano conversations can happen, the kind that proverbs 20:5 describes as the "deep waters of a man's heart."

And up until this point, none of my tactics seemed to work.
Until now......

I call it the "Cupcake Theory". And it's a simple 3 step process to making friends:
1. Bake cupcakes (make sure they are fresh and have lots of creamy icing)
2. Strategically place freshly created cupcakes in office, i.e., a coffee table or on a your desk
3. Anytime you want to lure anyone in, just say, "Hey, I baked you a cupcake!"
4. Commence conversation starters, i.e., "So what DO you think about predestination?"

And this is how you can create a completely non-threatening atmosphere that's 100% natural!
And the proof is in the pudding.... or cake. Cause today I had three really nice conversations. Multiply that by 44 weeks and there are an infinite number of possibilities!!!

So with that said, go forth and bake. Bake till your little cakes rise and bring brighter days for all and all a good night!

P.S. maybe I'll be able to lure my future wife this Valentines Day with these cupcakes:


hahahahahahahahahahaha........ j/k I don't believe in Valentines Day.

Totally Epic.

Saints are going to the superbowl..... SAINTS ARE GOING TO THE SUPERBOWL!
This state, city, and people deserve this win. We will remake history, we ain't the "Aints" no more!

The superdome was the scene of the death of New Orleans, now it is the scene of the REBIRTH!
What an epic game, yes!

Video of me acting a fool as we win:

Peach Fuzz.

Everyone goes through that awkward teen stage.
Days filled with acne, awkward cracked voice, and bad terrible haircuts.

And this blog has seen it's fair share of awkward moments.
But I think it's growing into it's own thing, maybe even maturing a little bit.

So to help it in it's process of becoming a independent citizen of the blogging community, I'll be giving this blog a makeover.

So look forward to some really cool emo page designs.
Maybe I'll even add in a few skulls. Hahaha.

A quick poem: Part Deux

...... it says good things always are. They are worth it.

Every tear, every sleepless night. Every wounded pride. Good things always are.

They are always worth it.

The Old man said, "Let me love, let me live. Let me be alive."

So he's opening his eyes. And he's praying, "let me live, let me feel, let me be alive. I'm coming back."

~This has been a project that I've been wanting to do for a while. To add to the themes from my favorite

singer/songwriter Andrew Osenga and his song, "Let Us Know You."

I've always wanted to be a songwriter but felt that I never really had what it takes.

So, it was nice to step into the shoes of a truly great artist, if just for a day.

A quick poem

“All my life”, the old man said. “I’ve been sitting here,

Feelings like a pinwheel motion with no journey. Waiting…. just waiting.

When will I move on, when will I get to take it?

That chance that comes to catch myself from falling.”

He’s given her his love, but she doesn’t want to take it.

He finds no appreciation, with a tinge of bitter agitation.

He can’t be strong enough, he must go on.

He’s moved on. He still receives her letters and he’s read them all.

He tries to make sense of her stories, but distance and time have faded his feelings.

He had to go numb to survive.

So he’s closing his eyes and he’s praying,

“Let me live, let me love, let me be alive.

Let me know you.”

But to his surprise, what he thought was long-buried.

It awakens and reaches it’s hands from the sand, and grips his heart and speaks.

“Let me know you.”

What I really miss....

What I really miss are the little things like:
-a guitar that stays in tune
-having a tub that drains so I don't have to stand in ankle deep waste water
-clean socks
-not feeling sore all the time
-a CD album I can listen to from start to finish
-playing music with a band
-waking up on time
-not going to all-day meetings
-my perfectly tinted sunglasses, I do hate those bright blinding mornings
-milk in the fridge
-cooking
-being around my (Asian) peoples


And one big thing: Vancouver City.
that's all. Thank you, come again.

Monday Morning

What a beautiful day. Yea I know.... the sun was shining, not a cloud in the sky, temperate weather, a welcomed cool breeze, yada yada.

But more importantly the New Orleans Saints are one win away from their first Superbowl. YES!
What a way to start off the week. And today everything good just felt a little bit more gooder and you could even taste the faint sweetness of "who dat" in the air.

Starting this winter break, I've decided to take upon some disciplines for this semester:

1. keep it simple. Focus on a few things, and do those things well. Relationships, personal ministry, and spiritual growth.
2. Be assertive in saying, "No." Not because I'm lazy, mean, or busy. Don't be distracted from the prize.
3. My anthem statement: Be urgent with the legacy that I want to leave behind.
4. I will no longer spend late nights at the office. 5pm cut off time
5. cooking at home more = healthy living = feeling better about myself
6. be a better blogger

Just like Paul says in 1 Cor. 9:25, "I do not run aimlessly; I do not box as one beating the air. But I discipline my body...." to literally pummel oneself into submission. Why? So that I may run the race with focus and determination to win the prize. The task handed to me from Christ.

Sunday morning

When I think of Sunday Morning I think of that particular smell, kinda like a musty closet and old books. And I can hear the still hum of the air conditioning. And the feel of soft carpet under my shoes.

But this Sunday was different. All those things that defined Sunday mornings recently, faded out of sight. Until I saw what's really been here this entire time. Unity in worship.

Sweet time in prayer with my Pastor, then convicting words from Bible study. Even sweet worship from that ol' hymn book and those songs I've heard dozens of times. And the heavy peace the spirit brings when He wells within my soul. It was good.

Pic update!

You know, I've been loving the idea of a picture post. Not only do I have the opportunity to paint verbal pictures, I can also wow you with you great photographic skills! So here are some pics from Vancouver. Thanks to all my new friends and wonderful bro's and sis' in da Lord who shared in this experience. Who Dat!


Rainy all week


All you can eat sushi night!

Made a cool chinese friend and Pastor!


New friends from The Point Church


fellaz at the table. Hey, who used all the soy sauce!?


Wazzah!


Hello ladies!


The Point Church iHOP syrup shooters!


Strawberry syrup! Vancouverites just want to have fun!


Very cool public market, lots of indie shops.


Mellissa enjoying a day in the rain


China Town, mostly tourist central


He's in complete control....


Curling in action. The sport was actually created to lure men
into doing house chores. Like sweeping

Ok that's about it seeya later!

Denver City Disaster

I was supposed to be back in Thibodaux last night, but I'm still stuck in Denver.
Some bozo in Seattle didn't fuel the airplane correctly, causing us to sit on the tarmac for 2 hrs.
We finally get to Denver, but my flight to N.O. already left. I end up spending the night.

And guess what happens the next morning: I'm late for my flight.
I take off running, but something doesn't feel right.
It felt like I was running in slow motion, like I was under water.
And then I feel like my lungs sticking and my heart saying, "no."
Then I remember, this is the MILE high city. Great. Just great.

It was like I was a young lad working at Glorieta Conference Center in New Mexico again.
You see, where I lived and where I worked was a good quarter
mile trek followed by, "The Stair Case."
48 steps of pure high altitude hell.
And what made things worse was when I was late to work, which was almost always the case.

So in the end, I was drenched with sweat, feeling like an old man, and I miss my flight by mere minutes. So 10 hours from now, I'll finally be on a plane back to home.

where I spent most the day vegging out:


FISH!

(this has nothing to do with this post)

A sliver of light

Well, I've come to the end of my experience. This has been a crazy couple of days.
Today at 11:45am, there was a sliver of light that broke through the 5 days of rain. I woke up, pressed my hand to window and breathed it in. And it was pretty amazing.

I can say the same about my time here. This place has awakened me from a sleepy view of
Christianity. These people are desperate for hope, and the veil of darkness can only be penetrated by the Word and His people.

We saw the "Road to God", which is a street with a Sikh Temple, Muslim Mosque, a Chinese Evangelical Church, a Jewish synagogue, Hindu Temple, and Buddhist Temple.
Know what you believe, know what others believe. Then, I can better communicate Father's love in a way that honors and values them as a person and respects their culture.

Well, up at 4am to catch the 4 hour bus ride to Seattle, then flight to MSY.
Not ready for the sore butt syndrome. At least I got my ipod.

See you on the other side!

Rain rain go away

It has rained 4 days straight in Vancouver. This makes everything soggy and the mornings foggy.
Many people here suffer from seasonal affective disorder or SAD for short.
This is when during winter months, the days are shorter, darker, and colder.
And, according to wikipedia, this in turn causes shortness of breath, tingling in the left arm,
and even cardiac arrest. Wow, scary....

I think they should make another disorder that spells out HAPPY or JOY,
and you feel it every time you eat ice-cream on a hot day.
Or when you put on socks straight from the dryer.
Or when you find that perfect scarf that matches that sweater.

Is that..... kimchi?

1 day.
3 churches.
All you can eat sushi till 11:30pm.
Meeting new brothers.
Can there be anything better than this?

We got to praise with Cantonese, Korean, and university congregations today.
And it was honestly the most church I've ever had in 1 day.
But the Korean church made one of the stronger impressions on me today.
When I walked into the church, I smelled something funny, kinda sour, and musty.
My friend said it was the "spirit" doing His work.
Then I realized it was the smell of kimchi. But even more strange, these people smelled like kimchi. That doesn't mean I love them any less.
Met some really great people their and hope to spend more time with them when we come back.
But please, no more kimchi breakfast fellowships. Or kimchi chili cookoffs.
Kimchi served along-side the Lord's supper. Or kimchi air-freshener.

We also traveled to University of British Columbia, a school that draws likeness to Berkley and Yale. On our way their we drove down a gorgeous neighborhood:




and saw this Hobbit house for sale:



Guess how much it's selling for...... ok ready?
$2.7 million. Now you can pick your jaw up off the table.

I'm gaining a better view on how our M-team will best fit in here. It's about us seeing where
Father is working, kneeling down and joining Him at work.
Dang... I just want our team to see their own untapped potential. To really become the men
and women of the King and become the movers and shakers of there generation.

Insite or Insight?

So here I am, eating a bagel-turkey sandwich. It's a tall sandwich, with lots of layers.
What makes it even more special is this really nice chipotle mustard.
This city is kinda like this sandwich, lots of layers. It's like a small voice that's calling me to peer deeper.

And
I'm slowly learning about this city. There are so many textures:
metropolis, forest, ocean, bay, slums, university's, koi ponds, fish
market, indie shops, vintage hat store, hills, bridges, skyline, and
lots of escalators. It's like I'm a kid again running my hand through
rows and rows of clothes. Each finger feeling a different texture.
Today we passed by East Hastings: the poorest zip code in North
America. Drug use is rampant. People were dying left and right in back
allies from drug overdose. Many felt the government needed to step in
and do something. So, they did. By opening up a place where drug users
can safely use drugs, the facility provides clean needles and nurses
for supervision. Don't believe me? Click here

I'm praying that the spirit would give me insight onsight. Jesus eyes to see the need and spirit ears to hear the call. There is much darkness here, where does He want us to be?

Lastly, for now, this city seems to sell virtually anything you could think of in the most odd places.

Like at this market for kids.


which sold:




More tomorrow, see you soon.

Leggo my Ego

Okay, I've made it to Vancouver. And I'm finally in a warm house, with my host family.
Great people, easy going.

I've been traveling for 16 hrs. and running on 3 hours sleep.
So here are my quick observations from the day bullet style:

-I haven't been around this many Asians in years
-I went to a meeting here's what it looked like: 4 Canadians, 3 Chinese, 1 Korean, 2 Iranians
-Crossing the border was surprisingly terrifying
-Seattle = beautiful dreary city
-it feels good to shower off a days worth of travel
-there are no ego's here. Humble followers.
-Thibodaux is colder.
-we met a crazy sad girl in the subway, she told us her life story in 5 minutes.
-Tommorow we will be watching a Curling Match
-50% of this city is Atheist
-This is unlike any city I've ever been to. A mix between Toronto, LA, Hong Kong, and Koln.
-My brain feels like overstuffed luggage. And my friend here keeps shoving city facts into my head
-Bus ride from Seattle to Vancouver: 4 Hours 7 minutes 48 secs

-The best way to protect yourself from.............



















-sword wielding Arabs?

Resurrecting the blog

I know, I know. I am terrible at keeping up a blog. But that's OK! Because here I am, pumped up, refreshed and ready to start a new. And if you really think about it, it's even more exciting now that I'm blogging again. Because, you never know when the next time I will post.
It could be Tommorow, it could be tonight, it could be 3 months from now!

But I digress. Tommorow I leave out to Vancouver, BC.
Yes, that's on the west coast right above Washington.
More importantly I will be their on a scout trip for an upcoming M-trip.

My first hurdle? Fitting 5 days of stuff into 1 bag. This bag:




My 15 inch macbook pro for comparison:


I'm always up for a challenge.....