to walk with a limp

my own corner of the world

2006-05-28T11:48:00.000-04:00

It is my own little corner of the world. Her red wooden floors, smudged chalkboard menus and hanging paper lamps escape me as I peer out of my window in the corner of the tiny Annapolis coffee shop. The smell of coffee, pastries and old books lofts though the air as does the crescendo of the brass section playing jazz on the radio in the back of the store. I look out my window past the water canal known as "ego ally" where many so presumptuously parade their boats. I look beyond the outlying harbors filled with the noise of wind whistling through their rigging as if the sirens were enchantingly singing to come sail their waters and ride upon their waves.

It is muggy, sweat beads upon my forehead as I sip my hot cup of coffee. Tourists walk by and stare- first at my motorcycle outside the window, then at me, lowering their gaze to my tattooed arms. They look away. Soon they will scamper off talking about shoes the price of gas and their plans for next labor day. Here I will remain in my tiny, nautical hometown, sipping my overpriced, watered down coffee, thumbing through a worn copy of my paperback sitting contentedly in my own little corner of the world. Blessings.

mudders

2006-05-13T15:07:00.000-04:00

They are easy to take for granted due to their silent servitude. Today, I am thankful for mine. Blessings.

hammers, nails and sore thumbs

2006-05-10T07:50:00.000-04:00

I heard a story once about a man who disciplined his son in such a way, that every time his son said something hurtful to someone he had to hammer a nail into the wood fence nearby their house.

After a while, there was no longer a place to hammer a nail so the son went to him and said "Father, there is no more room for me to carry out my punishment." The father then replied, "Go and remove all the nails." The boy did as he was told and when he was done he looked at the nearly collapsed, hole-ridden fence. He then understood what his father had taught him.

When we use our words to hurt people, we drive nails into their hearts. When we apologize later, we remove the nail but the deep gashes of hurt still remain.

"I said I will guard my ways that I may not sin with my tongue... I was mute and silent; I held my peace to no avail, and my distress grew worse. My heart became hot within me, As I mused the fire burned; then I spoke with my tongue: O Lord, make me know my end and what is the measure of my days: let me know how fleeting I am!" Psalm 39:1-4

"If anyone thinks he is religious and does not bridle his tongue but deceives his heart, this person's religion is worthless." James 1:26

Yesterday, I nailed my last nail.

air raid!

2006-05-02T04:03:00.000-04:00

At 8:00 last night the air raid sirens began to scream all over the Judean Hill Country.

My first thought was "Hmmm... Air raid."

My second thought was "Air raid!?" I was intensely curious so I went outside to see the action... nothing.
It was to commemorate Israel's Memorial Day.

On the Jewish calendar, the next day begins at sunset the night before, this was the cause of my alarm.

As I write the sirens begin their high-pitch commemoration once more as three low-flying jets scream by. Ahhh Israel, I will miss you.

reconstruction

2006-05-01T06:03:00.000-04:00

A special word of thanks to Amos and Luke for their continued efforts on improving this site. It all began by ironing out a wrinkle in my code, but it turned into a complete site reconstruction.

There are many new features to this site that you will find helpful and aesthetically pleasing. You can now read "to walk with a limp" in 10 different languages by clicking on the flag of choice above. Contacting me is now easier than ever by selecting the airmail stamp to the left. Also new on this blog will be a quote a week on the sidebar, maybe more if I am so inspired. There are still other small improvements and many more to come. Thank you for your support of this site and what it stands for: Commitment to Jesus Christ through written word and silent praxis.

thanks dad!

2006-04-30T09:41:00.000-04:00

My Dad just bought me my dream bike. I have wanted this motorcycle since the first time I saw it with him in High School. The conversation went something like this...

"Please Dad, can you get it for me?"

"When you turn 18 you can do whatever you like."

The only time he ever said this was when I wanted a motorcycle or my ear pierced.
Funny enough he also recently bought me a gold earring.

I am blessed beyond measure.

the only math I ever loved

2006-04-28T15:39:00.000-04:00

my friend Drew worked out on paper what I knew all along. I wish someone had a math equation for why I still liked them. Blessings

10:00 am

2006-04-25T14:30:00.000-04:00

Air raid sirens begin to wail furiously from every hilltop in Israel. As they wind up to an alarming scream every man, woman and child stands in silence, unwilling to move. It is holocaust remembrance day.

As the sirens started I slowly lowered my head to the ground. The unseen images of horror began to run through my mind and the chills ran up my spine.

The Hasidic boy on a Warsaw street stands in silence. He too looks painfully at the ground as his Nazi tormentors mock him, sacrilegiously cutting his long locks of hair that trail from under the sides of his tall black hat. My eyes move up to the street to the old man that could have been my father, his legs too weak to hold him up. He is beaten down and spit upon. His subhuman punishment holds no merit to him. He looks up to heaven, whispers, with bleeding mouth "Shema Yisrael, Adonai elohinu, Adoni ehad." He forcefully breathes his last breath with an unwarranted kick to the stomach.

They all line up in front of me at Auschwitz. Their frail bodies sickingly jaundiced, their eyes large and fearful, look up at me and I hesitantly look back into them. They are deep and they speak silently to me. I can't seem to remember, but I have seen the look before. I soon remember as my own eyes filled with tears. Their eyes are filled with more than just the hopelessness of death that awaits them, they are filled with unanswered questions as to why them? Why for so many years have they been tormented? I watch them as they are led away to the showers, they are not fooled, they have not showered in months. Their tormentors mock, and yet the silence of the Jew is deafening.

As the siren ends I raise my head and relief comes over me in waves. They were not my friends being led away. It was not my family being beaten and shot. It was not my neighbor out there on the street being humiliated. It is easy to disconnect myself from this grim reality.

We must take time to remember so that we never forget. One day it may be our family that is persecuted. You say it could never happen? It already did, twelve years ago, and the world ignored it.

God made dirt, so dirt don't hurt

2006-04-23T12:37:00.000-04:00

Today I went on my first archeological excavation. We dug under the City of David in the water system known as Warren's shaft.

A summary of my experiences: We moved dirt.

I don't have the attention span to move dirt.

(Picture courtesy of Bible Places.com)

if only complaining could fuel a vehicle

2006-04-22T14:17:00.000-04:00

I just read a headline on cnn.com that said “Gas Prices Shoot Up 3 cents!” It got me thinking...

I would like to take this opportunity to say that Americans complain too much. Forgive me for my rant, but wasn’t it you, the complainer that bought that enormous vehicle in the first place? Didn’t I see you bragging about how BIG it was compared to your neighbors puny SUV?

May I ask why you drive to “go workout?” Then you drive to your weight loss program. Perhaps you may drive to your doctor and act surprised when he tells you that you are unhealthy and that you should exercise more, so you quickly reach for your Gold’s Gym membership attached to your keychain. That is when you notice attached to your keychain is an enormous key that belongs to your enormous gas guzzling vehicle that explains your whole dilemma in the first place.

Here is an idea. Walk! You get your exercise and save money! Take public transportation; you may meet someone worthy of talking to or learn a new language. If all else fails, ride a bicycle, look what happened to the Wright brothers...

It would be idealistic to think that everyone has the luxury of walking. So this week as you are driving to work, or school, or to go work out- think about how blessed you are in the first place. Then thank God for the miracle of a vehicle and the comfort of driving. If this doesn’t satisfy your complacency then remember the other 90% of the world who doesn’t even have enough money to buy a gallon of gas, let alone a car. Blessings.

diagnoses: salty blood and land-locked prosthetic legs

2006-04-17T14:43:00.000-04:00

I know it is drawing near. I can feel it in the depth of my being. I am beginning to awaken to a salt taste in my mouth. I catch myself singing Jimmy Buffet while using the head. I start saying things such as “I’ll be dining in the galley this evening,” or “shiver me timbers!” In only 18 days I will be smoking my “so long cigar” as I have so many other ports I bid farewell.

It draws nigh, I dream about it. Sailing along on a starboard tack, a fresh breeze blowing across my shoulder as I sheet in and pinch up into the wind. A rogue wave slams my starboard bow and sprays my face. I grit my teeth and wash the salt from my mouth with a rum and coke.

The sea beckons me back: the rolling black water, slow flashing lighthouses, stationary stars under my rolling deck, shirtless days and shoeless nights.
A dear friend of mine is leaving the Bahamas to his stern as I write; he will ride the gulf stream north until we meet in less than 3 short weeks.

I look forward to a summer with him and his family filled with blue crabs steamed in beer, loud children sucking the marrow out of life (and coincidentally out of me), a hundred new sailors born on the waters of the Potomac and a girl by my side enjoying the life God so graciously blessed us with. Blessings.

true sacrifice

2006-04-12T04:22:00.000-04:00

"Our fathers worshiped on this mountain, but you say that in Jerusalem is the place where people ought to worship."
Jesus said to her, "Woman, believe me, the hour is coming when neither on this mountain nor in Jerusalem will you worship the Father. You worship what you do not know; we worship what we know, for salvation is from the Jews.
But the hour is coming, and is now here, when the true worshipers will worship the Father in spirit and truth, for the Father is seeking such people to worship him."

Jesus, speaking to Samaritan woman is questioned as to the place of worship for her people. Samaritans sacrificed on Mt. Garazim, not in Jerusalem as the Jews did.

There are 500 Samaritans left in Israel today. They are the only ones who continue to keep the tradition of killing the Passover lamb as seen above.

It is important for us to remember the timeliness of Christ's death this passion week. He came up to Jerusalem to die. The sacrificial lamb, once and for all who choose to believe.

I struggled this morning during my quiet time believing that God actually loves me, that he forgave me and continues to forgive me. I don't think I will ever be able to comprehend this kind of love. Even still, His love is here. His pain takes away my shame. His death and resurrection truly is good news.

This week and in the year ahead let us continue to remind one another of the sacrificial love of God. As believers, reflecting on this sacrifice should never get old, but continue to bring us joy today and 10,000 years into our eternal life.

the weather and other reasons why you should read your bible

2006-04-10T14:43:00.000-04:00

"Wow, look at that squall line" I remarked to a couple of friends who repaid my curiosity with sarcasm. I was looking north on the Sea of Galilee when I saw the huge storm brushing us as it passed by. "If I was out there on a boat, I would be running for a harbor." The hecklers continued to make fun of me and walked off as I stared at the stormy beast.

A couple of days later I read this!

Jesus answered them, "“When it is evening, you say, '‘It will be fair weather, for the sky is red.' And in the morning, '‘It will be stormy today, for the sky is red and threatening.'’ You know how to interpret the appearance of the sky, but you cannot interpret the signs of the times." Matthew 16:2,3

What is my point? I am not really sure... I think it lies somewhere between eschatology, meteorology and a sailor saying "I told you so".

palm sunday

2006-04-09T05:30:00.000-04:00

Today begins Passion week. Here in the Holy land passion week is not officially recognized, but instead it is a "pagan" holiday. I forget how much we take our faith for granted in the west.

As Jesus decended from the Mount of Olives, men, women and children layed their garmets and palm branches on the ground and cried out "Hosanna", meaning "Save us!" Jesus stopped on his journey and wept over the city.

When was the last time we wept over our city? When was the last time we went into the closet and prayed, not on our own behalf, but on the behalf of those who need salvation?

This week, would it be too much for us to look beyond our own selfish passions and set our eyes on His passion to which he came for, to seek and save the lost?

a hike that will cost you an arm and a leg.

2006-04-09T05:02:00.000-04:00

Only in Israel can you find a hiking trail leading you through a mine field.

For your information, someone is killed or injured by a landmine every 15 - 20 minutes. According to the U.N. there are between 105 - 110 million landmines buried in over 64 countries. A low estimate states that some 24,000 men, women and children are killed by landmines every year.

It has been said that the leading cause deaths among children worldwide is not starvation, but landmines.

driving without headlights

2006-03-27T13:59:00.000-05:00

One of my heros of the faith, the late Rich Mullins, brought a smile to my face tonight in his story driving without headlights. Enjoy.

love

2006-03-27T13:27:00.000-05:00

I am sick of talking about the word. Every part of my being cries out for it. I believe that the power of love is not involved in receiving but in giving. How is it then that I can talk so much of love and yet love so little?

Abba, help me to love more than just myself. Open my eyes to see the love starved world around me and enable me to give that which I have been given in abundance.

jerusalem or bust... hmmm, maybe I should rephrase that?

2006-03-23T15:12:00.000-05:00

After a long week of studying I need some perspective. I am off to Jerusalem (which is a whopping 7 km away) to spend some time alone in the old city for the weekend.

Rest for me is sitting at the location of Ciaphas' house contemplating our Lord's anguish which brought so much grace to my sinful existence. Or learning how to pray as I sit and watch orthodox Jews at the pouring their heart out to God at the western wall. Perhaps I will spend a bit of time at a graveyard or two looking forward to the life to come. Blessings.

Abba

2006-03-20T13:35:00.000-05:00

"Help me Abba! Abba help!" came the cry of the two-year-olds whimper penetrating the thick library walls. Normally I would have been distracted, but something sounded familiar in the child's voice. It was reminiscent of my own. Instantly my mind shot backwards though time recalling the many times I have cried out "Abba, help" to my own heavenly Father.

These four letters which mean "Father" in Hebrew brought such deep insight to what a loving Father we have in heaven. Abba is not a far off God sitting on a throne, sending His secretary to answer our every beckoning call. Abba is near, Abba is talking in His loving Fatherly voice, He is laughing with us, picking us up when we fall, correcting us in righteousness, sitting comfortably in silence with us.

Many times as believers we suffer from spiritual homesickness. We miss Abba just as we missed our own parents at first separation. We needn't be heartsick for our Abba, He is right here with us even at this very moment. He is not impossibly far off, but unfathomably close at hand listening for our cry “Abba”

beliefs, books and bags

2006-03-19T05:30:00.000-05:00

After considering the matter, I decided not to go to Egypt for my travel study break. Instead I decided to stay back in Israel and actually study. Two things led me to this decision.

First of all, for those of you who know me you know that the reason I love to travel is the many people and cultures that I am thrown into. Every adventure is another ministry. So Egypt would have been the perfect adventure.

However, I realized that before I can do ministry publicly, I must first do it privately. I have not been doing very well in my studies here as it has been much more difficult than I anticipated. If I am not being diligent in my studies about God and his people, then how am I to teach His people? So, as difficult as it is, I am going to stay and finish my studies.

The other reason I decided to stay back was due to financial obligations. I have been struggling with paying my school bill and I had to back out of a missions trip to Africa this summer due to lack of funds. Suffice it to say, it would show a lack of integrity to leave on pleasure.

This is probably not one of my more interesting posts, however, if we read between the lines I believe there is something worthwhile to learn here. Blessings.

narcissistic rulers

2006-03-14T14:12:00.000-05:00

My King lives in my heart not on a poster.

top ten things i experienced in jordan

2006-03-14T13:27:00.000-05:00

10. Camels
9. Dirt… Everywhere.
8. Non-kosher Burger Kings with burgers that actually look like the pictures!
7. Military Checkpoints with sniper towers.
6. Checkpoint soldiers insisting that I am an Arab.
5. Honest people who will actually give you change after tipping them.
4. Bedaes. WARNING ! These are not water fountains!
3. Arab bagpipe players, playing Scottish music in Roman Ruins.
2. Watching a goat sit in a tree eating leaves.
1. Being detained for urinating under a bridge that was actually a military compound.

Two amazing certainties came out of this trip. An understanding of just how unbelievably friendly and hospitable the Arab culture is and meeting a missionary that far exceeded any amount generosity I have ever experienced. Blessings

behind borders

2006-03-10T12:34:00.000-05:00

After returning from an amazing trip to the southern regions of Israel known as Negev and Wilderness of Zin (where the Israelites wandered) I return only to leave again in the morning. Though I have been living in the Middle East now for a little over 6 weeks it doesn't really "feel" like I am in the middle east. This is all about to change.

Tomorrow morning I am leaving for the country of Jordan. I am excited for this short little vacation away from school, however I am a little leery. What will a predominantly Muslim country be like? Living in a Jewish land it is hard to know if I have developed any prejudice towards the Arabs. I pray that I haven't, but I am always aware of my sinfulness that distorts a vision and desire to love all humanity.

Pray for me. Pray that my love for others will blossom in a spiritually desolate land.

6,000,000

2006-03-06T16:01:00.000-05:00

What would possess a human being to take the life of another? Being in Israel has really caused me to think about the 6 Million Jews murdered in the Holocaust. I cannot wrap my mind around that kind of number. I am at a loss for words right now.

A combination of the visit to Yad Vashem and watching documentation of dead bodies being bulldozed into mass graves; Visiting Oskar Schindler's Grave a few weeks ago and then viewing the biographical film of what he did for 1,100 Jews; And then watching this beautiful group of displaced people finally in the land which they belong, I am moved to tears.

I reflect upon a hate so powerful, so intense, so unjustified. I ask God why? But He is silent, just as He was while million's died. I have no answer for this impossible question.

If something so evil, so hate-filled can exist in our world, imagine how intense the love of God which has overcome that evil.

Tonight, be thankful.

of camels and women; an exposition on west bank wildlife pt. 3

2006-03-03T12:51:00.000-05:00

Apparently I wasn't doing this right... I enjoyed the concept of a camel so much I promised the friendly Arab that as soon as I returned to the states I would send him my sister for 300 more. He readily agreed, but after he saw me coercing the camel to kiss me on the lips, he quickly changed his mind, yelled at me and said "my camels only kiss women!" Ahhh, the life of a sheik in the middle east.

whoah donkey! an exposition on west bank wildlife pt. 2

2006-03-03T12:38:00.000-05:00

It is not every day that you get to ride a Palestinian kid's donkey, inside of King Hussein of Jordan's unfinished palace, in Gibeah of Saul, Israel. Though I look like a professional in the picture I must admit I was a little nervous. Perhaps a checkered headdress and an AK-47 would have made me feel more at home.

how to carry a chicken; an exposition on west bank wildlife pt. 1

2006-03-03T12:30:00.000-05:00

For your information, 40 sheckels will buy you two chickens in Bethlehem. I felt guilt for my hand in the spilled blood of Chuck the chicken in Uganda. Ruth and Boaz as shown above are alive and well and will remain so for a long time.

the dusty path

2006-02-25T10:55:00.000-05:00

You long to praise God, but you suffer from cotton-mouth. Spiritual sunburn scorches your soul. The hazy heat of hell causes your mind to lose its bearing. Life becomes overwhelmingly melancholy. Discontent sets in. You want to cry but the dust in your eyes cakes, so you cry without tears to an invisible God.

I am not in this desert of pain right now, but many of my close friends are. A whimper of hopelessness sounds in their quivering voice. "What can I do? I am so dry... Where is God?"

Perhaps you are finding yourself identifying with these painful words. Maybe your friends or family are going through this place and have been for many years. What is the answer then?

I don't have a remedy. If you are a believer and you are in this place; it is in God's plan for your life. Take hope, if in nothing else, in the solid truth that God has not abandoned you. You are still his beloved. You will leave this desert soon enough. But for now it is important to understand why you are in this place.

For David, Elijah, Moses, Jesus, Paul and many, many others (virtually all of them), had to go through these dry places. Very rarely was it by their choice, but by God's. It was the desert that refined their spirituality, it was that hot and desolate spiritual hell that gave birth to a new life, spiritual maturity, humility and ultimately a love for God and his people.

Don't be in such a hurry to leave, draw close to God the creator of your desert. Soon enough you will be in the fertile, plush, green valleys, surrounded by the desert mountains you once dwelled in. You will be part of an oasis for those desert dwellers around you. Blessings.

David learned to walk, before learning to dance

2006-02-19T13:49:00.000-05:00

Of all who walked the earth, it can be said that David surely limped. He knew rejection, pain, suffering, hatred and loneliness. But he practiced humility, love, righteousness, mercy and true justice.

For the past four years I have been studying the life of David. He inspires me, he teaches me about leadership of a different sort; not as the world teaches, but with meekness and humility. Today, I walked where David walked, the cliffs of the Judean wilderness.

What must have life been like for David while on the run? What misery and worship in the midst of that suffering would inspire such Psalms? The question was posed today; Why was David a man after God's own heart? It is easy to come up with a quick answer, but to truly consider the man David was, and why God would call him a man after his own heart is something worth seeking after.

I don't know about you, but I want more than anything in this world to be a man after God's own heart. There is only one way to get there, attending school.

If you want to be a man or woman after God's own heart, ask God to enroll you in his school of brokenness.

Jesus, I my cross have taken

2006-02-17T15:28:00.000-05:00

This evening during our chapel service I was so overwhelmed by God and His holiness, my wretchedness before Him and a deep desire to be consumed completely by Him, that I began to weep and could not finish singing. Tonight I feel more alive then ever before.

Meditate on this hymn "Jesus I My Cross Have Taken". Please do not skim over it, for it would be better if you saved it for another time and came back to it. It is time that each one of us return to God completely, giving Him our all. It is time to quit flirting with God and become His bride.

Jesus, I my cross have taken,
All to leave and follow thee;
Destitute, despised, forsaken,
Thou from hence my all shalt be:
Perish ev'ry fond ambition
All I've sought, or hoped, or known;
Yet how rich is my condition,
God and heav'n are still my own.

Man may trouble and distress me,
'Twill but drive me to thy breast;
Life with trials hard may press me,
Heavn' will bring me sweeter rest:
O 'tis not in grief to harm me
While thy love is left to me;
O 'twere not in joy to charm me,
Were that joy unmixed with thee.

Take, my soul, thy full salvation,
Rise o'er sin and fear and care;
Joy to find in ev'ry station
Something still to do or bear;
Think what Spirit dwells within thee,
What a Father's smile is thine,
What a Savior died to win thee:
Child of heav'n shouldst thou repine?

Haste then on from grace to glory,
Armed by faith, and winged by prayer;
Heav'n's eternal day's before thee,
God's own hand shall guide thee there.
Soon shall close thy earthly mission
Swift shall pass thy pilgrim days;
Hope soon change to glad fruition,
Faith to sight, and prayer to praise.

Henry F. Lyte, 1824

blessings...

jump for joy

2006-02-11T13:24:00.000-05:00

Tonight I just want to express my love for Believers everywhere. It seems so often that I only express my dislike for what the church has become, but this past three weeks has opened my eyes to just how beautiful God's bride really is. I am filled with so much compassion for the Community of Christ that I barely have words to express it. So I won't try. Let me leave you to contemplate just how beautiful this Community of God really is. The church is not just an extracurricular activity, but the living body of the Born Again which Christ loves deeply and sacrificially. Let us treat it as nothing less.

ruined

2006-02-09T07:33:00.000-05:00

It is really quite unimpressive. Not the guy on the left, he is my roommate, but the towering structure behind us. I am standing upon the Temple Mount where Jesus himself drove out the money changers zealously demonstrating His zeal for the house of God.

Jesus told the Pharisees that not one block would be remaining on that temple. As you can see behind me there is nothing left of real worth, not even the gold which so falsely adorns the false religion now in its place.

Why am I so unimpressed with all of these places that I go? Let me tell you. Jesus is more real to me than a building, a site, or a mountain. I really get excited the next morning as I sit and open my bible, reading of the God who lives within the ruins of my heart, not within the ruins of Jerusalem. Blessings.

airborne!

2006-02-05T12:04:00.000-05:00

I spent a beautiful weekend in Tel-Aviv and Jaffa (Jonah and the whale & Peter's vision) I got closer with some friends from school, sharing in good conversation, breaking bread and drinking tea. The highlight of my excursion was meeting a unit of Israeli Paratroopers. After introducing myself and telling them I was American Airborne, they took their picture with me and had me shout their unit name, which for the life of me I cannot remember. Something with a deep guttural sound and a lot of "bets" and "shems". Come to find out that the one I introduced myself to also held the same job as I did while in the Airborne; the Medic. I have a great deal of respect for these soldiers and what they fight for. Pray for peace in Israel! Blessings!

falling in love

2006-02-02T13:12:00.000-05:00

I sat on a bus this evening watching God's chosen. It was fascinating watching this culture, I could not help but fall in love with them myself. I am sitting now in a cafe in Mevasseret. They call my name; "Yirmeyahu". I delicately sip my cappuccino, I praise God. His plan is perfect. The people He uses to fulfill His plans are not. But the combination of the two is poetry.

Balaam's ass talked to him...

2006-01-31T04:58:00.000-05:00

For those who are wondering what I am up to, I am busy making friends. Here is a picture of me and "Jack".

the walk

2006-01-24T17:51:00.000-05:00

Today I fell in love with the scriptures. They came alive to me. As I sat outside of the Eastern Gate facing the Mount of Olive, it all became so tangible to me. I saw the ‘white-washed” tombs that Jesus used to refer to the Pharisees in Matthew 23. Nothing, however, would prepare me for seeing the traditional site of Jesus’ tomb. It was here that I fell in love with Him all over again. I don’t feel closer to him because He was there, but because He lives in me communing with me daily. I do, however, feel a tender gratefulness for His coming to earth and the privilege I have to be in this place.

Perhaps later I will expound further on the meaningless of Holy sites, falsely representing a risen Christ, through division, bickering and idolatry.

the promised land

2006-01-23T12:51:00.000-05:00

My first morning in Israel was breathtakingly beautiful. I awoke to see a deep red and purple sky drawing up to the east from my evergreen, cascaded hilltop. I slowly turned my gaze to the west, beyond the lime green valley of the Shephelah, beyond Tel-Aviv, deep into the crystal-blue Mediterranean Sea. I was surrounded by the rich forest-green hilltops which looked as though they glowed white from the almond trees nestled amongst the limestone. Directly to the south, rising above me, was the copper-topped, sun-lit Mt. Seer looming over dense tall pines climbing up his rugged, aged back. Desolate, depressed valleys surrounded me. A pine-scented breeze gently brushed my shoulder as the light syncopated rhythm of the rain began to fall.

He kept His promise

i walked out limping

2006-01-19T20:27:00.000-05:00

Any comments on revenge, the state of Israel and where I will be living in two days? I had such strong emotions after this film, I cannot help but wonder if I arrived at my conclusions justly, or if I was just magnificently manipulated?

from my back yard

2006-01-15T18:53:00.000-05:00

this is my view from our anchorage this evening... Blessings

sailing south from augustine to addiction

2006-01-15T18:09:00.000-05:00

In my travels, I have never been to a town as friendly as St. Augustine, Florida. The people were genuine and interested in one another. Even more intriguing, they were interested in this sailor merely passing through their town.

I met and had good conversation with over 20 people that day in St. Augustine. Some were old, some young, many homeless, many more travelers like myself. All in love with life no matter what their current situation, financial status or disability. I in turn, fell in love with them.

Sailing south I came to Daytona Beach. There I met a different type of homeless. They were broken not by life's rough waters, but broken and beaten by addiction. This is where I met Tom.

Tom was the most honest homeless man I have ever met. After asking me for some money outside of a liquor store, I told him I would only give him money if he wouldn't buy alcohol. He said he couldn't make that promise. I again asked him if he would buy food, he said "I probably won't". Astonished by his honesty I gave him the money anyway. After returning with food and telling him about some programs he was very thankful, yet sober about his situation. "I have tried to beat this thing so many times, but I continually fail".

What I wanted to say I didn't so I will say it now... Tom, I struggle too. We all do, some admit it and some don't. Addiction is a hideous evil enemy that stalks everyone of us constantly. Our only hope is Jesus. Pray for Tom.

just showing up

2006-01-04T13:01:00.000-05:00

As I sat last night on the catamaran "Seven at Sea" in the serene atmosphere of this Georgia inner-coastal town, I was struck with the profound meaning of prayer.
It came about as my dear friend Jeff read to me a small book on prayer by E.M. Bounds. Nothing was more satisfying at that moment than sitting in the stillness and listening to these insightful words. Then it hit me...

God doesn't want our Jobs, money, things, talents, missions, sermons, studies or theology. He wants us alone.

There is only one way to authentically give ourselves to Him, and that is by showing up and being with Him. It is through prayer and meditation. (But let's not confuse ourselves with these over used and seldom understood words). What Jesus really wants is for us to just be with him. To spend time with God demonstrates our desire for nothing other than him. It deflates the meaningless idols that we have so naively filled our every moment with. We go from a noisy existence into the peaceful arms of the Father. We are who we were created to be; beloved.

thoughts from the e.r.

2006-01-01T09:09:00.000-05:00

I was reminded that about this time last year I was lying ill (I want to say "deathly ill") in Lima, Peru. It was a very disturbing time for me. Nothing is worse than laying sick in a dirty bed, dripping dusty sweat from a filthy arid atmosphere on New Years Eve, wondering if this is a sign of things to come.

It WAS a sign of the things to come. Last year was a very difficult time for me. It revealed to me my own "inner-sickness." It was a time of spiritual beating and recovery, beating and recovery, over and over again.

I wish that I could say that I have emerged from this sinful brutality, but alas, that is still a distant reality. Perhaps I am not the only one in this infirmary of the sinful condition. As I look up from my own seething wounds of wrong decision, I see that there are others in hospital beds around me, bleeding from the wounds of there own folly.

My hope this New Year lies in the Great Physician. As I remember the pain of this past year, waywardly inflicted upon others, I will remember to pray for the healing of my fellow patients in critical condition.

in the kingdom...

2005-12-28T20:28:00.000-05:00

There is no right or wrong. There is only obedience.

difficulties in disfunction

2005-12-22T22:27:00.000-05:00

Family life is a difficult life because we...

a.)cannot choose our families
b.)have to love them
c.)have to put up with them
d.)feel connected even when they hurt us and we desire to feel disconnected.

all of this and we can't even run away.

Perhaps it is only difficult for those of us who come from broken families.

Nevertheless, we love our families, we carry on and we realize that everyone of us is a broken individual, unconditionally loved. So the next time love maternally falls short, rise to the challenge to love harder, to love stronger and to love unconditionally as our Lord first showed us.

And if all else fails, get married and have kids of your own, then make your own rules.

Merry Christmas Mom, I love you!

of hello and goodbye

2005-12-17T01:32:00.000-05:00

It dawned on me the other day, as I was preparing to leave California behind for the next 10 months, that I am more content with leaving a place then I am with arriving. I reflected back to my arrival on campus this past fall and how discontent I was. I think of where I am going and I am satisfied once again.
And now I have arrived and I find myself without knowing where I will sleep tomorrow night, if I will eat, or what the next days adventures will bring me and I am content.
It is most difficult for me to leave behind my friends. Especially those who are dear to my heart (you know who you are). You are the church, my fellow believers, those who wrestle through the human condition with me and emerge only a little bit wiser than before. I have been saying goodbye to you for as long as I can remember, and now I must do it once more.
Many people ask me if traveling so often ever begins to wear on me. The answer is yes, and no. After a while, you begin to adapt to the solitude. It only becomes more difficult when attempting to make new friends realizing from the beginning, you are saying goodbye.

under the overpass

2005-12-12T03:24:00.000-05:00

Under the Overpass

A relativly simple book, Under the Overpass does not disapoint.
A young student fom Westmont College hears a sermon that will change his life. After he contemplates all the lost and broken people he drove past on the way to hear that sermon, he decides to do something about it.
That something takes Mike to the streets with his friend Sam on an adventure that will chill you to the bone.
Five cities in five months; Denver, Washington D.C., Portland, San Fransico, Phoenix and San Diego. These courageous youth bring insight on what it means to be homeless, even more insightful is the response of the Church.
If you have ever looked down upon a homeless person, helped one or have been homeless yourself, this book will be both encouraging and convicting.

Under the Overpass
Mike Yankoski
Multnomah 2005
$11.99

the art of limping

2005-12-04T21:53:00.000-05:00

After returning from Africa in the summer of 2005, I was asked by many people why I stopped blogging. Please accept this as one part explanation, one part apology and two parts introduction.

What is a blog but a creative way to vomit opinions to a listening audience, however small it may be? Perhaps to many, blogging is a way to escape the monotony of meaningless conversation, entering the ethereal consciousness of the literary monologue.

Sinner, Saint, Light and Paint was fun, but I quickly became frustrated because I could not communicate anything of significance. What I communicated only showed itself to be a poor reflection of popular culture, not a genuine voice.

I want something more, I want to write with meaning, to stand up for those whose verbal legs are broken. I want to share the stories of my travels, from small rustic villages in Uganda, to the slums of Cuba, to the lonely streets I walk in downtown Los Angeles

Why do I blog, and why have I created "to walk with a limp?” In my travels I have been fortunate enough to witness the misfortune of others. I believe that it is my responsibility to share the story of the broken, just as hearing their story has broken me. How else are we to have compassion for the hurting world around us if we do not share in their journey, see their faces or interact in some other small way? How are we to walk with the broken, if we ourselves cannot even walk with a limp?