A Prayer for Geontae

According to the Huntsville Times, what started out as a tragic carjacking, has turned into an not-so-elaborate hoax that ended in the death of a 5-year-old boy.

Merciful God, our Heavenly Parent,
Welcome into your arms Geontae, who had no one to hold him here on earth.
May he find comfort and peace in you, when he had none here.
Comfort those who loved him and strengthen them in this time of pain,
so that they might live a life that Geontae never had the chance to.
We pray for justice with mercy for those involved in this awful event,
may your wisdom prevail as judgments must be made and pronounced.
Afflict us, your people, his community, with a conviction to do more.
Challenge us to speak out against violence and abuse.
Help us to be champions for the poor, the marginalized, the ones who are weak.
No one should be afraid to be a child.
Open our ears to hear the cries of those in distress,
Open our hearts to welcome in those who have been cast off,
Open our hands to do Christ's work of bringing about your kingdom on earth as it is in heaven.
Loving God,
Fill us with an active love that accomplishes change and brings new life. Amen.

The terrorists have won

I've never been much of a "stay the course guy." I think that it's part of my generation's mentality to question what has always been done. It's been my experience too, that most things that people refer to by saying, "If it's not broke, don't fix it," 90% usually is broken.

However, if the rumors are true, then today marks a new low for the Alabama fan base.

Like everyone else, I have been very disappointed with the way the 2006 football season has turned out. Even so, maybe I have a different picture of reality, but all things considered, did anyone expect much more? Sure, the Mississippi State loss was humiliating and the Auburn loss didn't help much, but I don't recall anyone giving Alabama more than 8 wins this season anyway. Plus, that's before anyone knew that Arkansas was worth mentioning.

I realize that the virtue of patience is not one that many people have, but for football fans, it's of a negative value. That doesn't help either when folks either can't remember or don't realize the hole that the program has put itself in. As a fan and as one who has a family history with the university and the football program, it's frustrating to see and hear, not just the irrationality of those attacking the program, but the outright rage that many seem to have.

Where the program will go, I don't know. I'm kind of worn out at this point. I hope that the desperation to win doesn't overshadow good sense and result in the hire of someone like Spurrier (which is also a rumor). If that were to happen, then I think my head would explode.

FOLLOWUP...
Apparently, the rumors are true. I'm saddened as Gavin pointed out, at the "I want it now," attitude that not only marks football fans, but permeates our culture. Has consumerism reached a new low? Or is it human nature? If the stories are true of how many 'Bama fans want Spurrier, then I would say, then yes, it's pretty low. If one can rationalize that a Spurrier hire would be great for the program, then all hope is lost. Indeed, a sad day for the program and for how the Shula and his family have been treated.

RTR

"Form one thought, break it off..."

"Form one thought, break it off..."
Billy Pilgrim, 1994, "Try"

Those words keep going through my head as I make attempt after attempt to return once again to posting somewhat regularly.

In fact, I have quite a backlog of unfinished thoughts and ideas and whatnot saved as drafts that just linger and look at me like that stack of books that I'm going to one day read. There's been a few reasons for not posting, not that it matter to anyone but apparently David - for which I am very thankful though.

As far as posting regularly, time has been a big factor. I just don't have much of it, and when I do, I'm not thinking much about the blog. Tied to this, there is the fear that folks from the church would think that all I did was play on the Internet (though that's not the case). And finally, after taking some heat a while back for not clearly forming my thoughts on communion, I'm struggling with the very same demons that got me interested in starting the blog in the first place - trying to please everyone with what I do and say.

However, I don't think that it's wrong to want to be understood. I do want to be careful in what I say, and I would like to think that what I post has more substance than a few partial thoughts and no real focus. The problem is that I want to write too much and don't have the time to put everything down in one sitting.

It feels like I'll find a balance sometime soon though. After five months, I think I'm beginning to establish somewhat of a rhythm.

Until next time...

Boo!

Now, it's not Halloween, but it might as well be with all the scary stories and horror shows on the air (a.k.a. the news). I'm becoming more convinced that we've lost our collective common sense and have lost any ability to step back and see the whole of any problem.

Granted, I'll be the first to admit that there still is the issue of security and terrorism that we must face and address as a global people, but this "security theatre," as Bruce Schneier points out. Rather than confronting the real issues, the major effort (and display) is a reactionary histrionics that for some reason satisfies the masses until the next worry comes around. It's the equivalent of jingling your keys in front of a crying baby - a lot of show, but not much substance.

But matters of national security aren't the only thing at issue. Just about anything that involves large groups of people can fall victim to the theater of reaction. Life in the church is one example. From one crisis of morality to the next heretical book that must be disproven, we waste a lot of time on doing a lot of nothing.

A book that I just finished reading (recommended to me by Mike), "The Missionary Congregation, Leadership, and Liminality," describes how much of what is going on, especially in North American culture, can be attributed to a collective loss of center. Not just that the church finds itself on the outside of culture and losing relevance, but there is no longer much of any communal narrative - or group story. There is no over-arching story that unites people together. Because of this, we grab onto whatever seems like it might provide a way back to center, no matter how much like a rope of sand it really is. We fight to regain a center that was never really there in the first place.

We are in anxious times. The task is to realistically address this anxiety, not with flailing reactionism, but with a clear-minded approach to what's really going on. The opportunity for the church is that we can provide an alternative and an alternative community to what's going on in the world.

With this new outlook, we can then encounter the world around us with a sense of renewed mission and a renewal of the church, not clinging onto failed and obsolete conventions of the past, but remembering the true core of what Christ offers - that there is a better way - and placing that in context with the culture around us.

Halftime Report

I'm in Pittsburgh, PA this week for Stephen Ministry Leader's Training. So far, the conference has been pretty good. A lot of things have been really elementary, but there have been some useful tidbits, especially since I have not been involved in Stephen Ministry before. I did gain an appreciation for the volume and OCD nature of the training though after talking to a couple of women from Indiana. They were very anxious about going back to be Stephen Leaders in their own congregations because they had never had any type of leadership role before in their church, nor had done any teaching. So, for me, the teaching and leading techniques that come as common sense that we have been going over, were not so mundane for them.

Overall, it's been a prety good trip so far. I've been able to walk several miles around the downtown and see a lot is neat things. The food hasn't been all that great, but hopefully that will change with going to PNC Park tonight and watching the Braves play the Pirates.

Only a few more days to go and I'll be back on Saturday!

Catching my breath

Ok, so it's been a while since I posted. I keep thinking about the fact that I needed to put at least a little something up, but time for doing this has just slipped by. With thanks to Gavin for the push, I shall do my best to resume.

I've been here for just short of a month and so much has already gone on. From still settling in to my office, to finding the good places to eat, Laura and I are getting used to life here.

It's been a busy few weeks. We moved in (officially) on the 14th of June, were here for about 9 days and then went to Camp Sumatanga to direct a Jr. High Camp. Laura and I both came back from camp sick, me with a bad case of conjunctivitis in both eyes and a sinus infection. That Sunday I preached all three services and was welcomed with a very nice reception. Then, the next week was the 4th of July, which really breaks up the week, and that gets us to today.

Huntsville and Trinity are definitely different than life in Florence and Weeden Heights. I've gone from a congregation of 35-40 to a church staff that is about that large. I'll be teaching a Sunday School class in a couple of Sundays that is larger than most UMC congregations in North Alabama. It's definitely different here.

I'm loving it though. It's amazing how a change of environment can have such a profound effect. One of the big things that Laura and I have both noticed is that we feel lighter here. A simple fact of life about being a rural church pastor and living across the street from the church that you serve is that you are constantly under observation. I'll never forget the woman who lived two houses down from us in Florence telling me how she enjoyed watching us come and go from our house through her kitchen window.

Here, we're a little bit more anonymous. Don't get me wrong, it's not like Laura and I are trying to sneak around and engage in illicit activities, it's just nice to be able to go somewhere and not feel the heaviness of pastoral voyeurism.

The larger city isn't the only thing that has helped our health. Our apartment is situated next to a lake with a 5k walking path around it. We've made the walk a regular part of our activities. Food is better here too. We can actually find produce that is fresh and doesn't rot after 12 hours. I didn't realize how bright bell peppers could be.

As far as the rest of the things at the church go, it's a mix of getting used to the pace of how much more quickly things go and having more than just myself to rely on when it comes to getting things done. Before leaving for camp I mentioned in the worship meeting about having my scripture text displayed on the screens during the contemporary service. They told me who to contact and we could work it out. However, in my haste to get things ready for camp I didn't get a chance to get anything done about it. I was greatly surprised when I came in on that Sunday morning and was told, "OK, this is when your scripture will pop up."

There are many more things that I could cite as examples of "Wow" here, but that's it for now. I certainly feel at home here. The people are so kind and gracious and the mix of talents, gifts, and personalities make for an amazing worship and work experience. But, I would be remiss if I didn't stress that I'm not trying to say that Trinity is better than Weeden Heights. Weeden is a wonderful church with some very great people, who do some amazing things themselves. I just feel that at this time in my life, and mine and Laura's life, that this is where we need to be.

That's all for now. I hope to give and update on camp next post.

Welcome!

Over the past few weeks I have been getting an increasing number of cards, emails, and phone calls from people at Trinity UMC. Just last week, I attended a cookout at the Senior Pastor's home, welcoming Laura and me to the congregation. Laura and I both have commented on how it was one of the best "church functions" we've ever been to. The conversation and the food was wonderful and there was just a feeling of ease and comfort that made us feel very welcome.

Now, after all the welcoming that the people of Trinity have done, I feel that I should so some welcoming of my own.

It came to my attention during the cookout that many people from Trinity have been coming to this blog and reading some of my posts. In addition, apparently the address to the blog has been published in the Trinity News as well. This somewhat took me aback, especially considering I had recently (with tongue firmly planted in cheek) made a comparison between the devil and district superintendents. Of course, this was only in jest, and was to make a Lent-related joke. Church humor is fun.

Anyway, I do welcome any and all new readers to this blog. I am currently in a process of deciding what to do with this space now, knowing that many people from the congregation I will now be serving are reading what I write.

From my first post, I wanted to use this space as a place to reflect on things and process things that many times there is no space for. I imagined family, friends, and anonymous people browsing the Methodist Blog Roll to view my occasional postings, but it was not intended to be a "Sunday morning sermon supplement."

Until now, I have enjoyed a semblance of anonymity. Though I have made it public on this blog who I am and where I pastor, to my knowledge, my current congregation does not know that I have a blog. For that matter, not many of them would probably know what a blog is anyway. I have not kept this information secret from them so that I could gossip or even talk about issues going on in the church, but has simply been a place where I could look at a few things from a different perspective.

I am glad to know that I am not the only one who is examining this time of transition. A colleague and peer of mine is also going through the same process of moving to not only a new church, but also into a new realm of "observation." (I hope Dave doesn't mind that I just increased his readership that much more.) This certainly is a new time for me and I am curious to see how things may change or stay the same.

It is my hope that whatever comes of this, that my original goal of personal and spiritual development continues. As the name of this blog suggests, my goal is to strive to put in conversation who I am in relationship with Christ and the world and resisting the temptation to be "everything to everyone."

Again, thank you for your welcome, and a very warm welcome to you, reader. Please feel free to comment and comment often.

Peace,
-M

Interesting choice of words

These were the "Words of the Day" that were on my Google Homepage today. I guess it's fitting, since today I can officially say that I am being appointed to a new church.

For the Conference year 2006-2007 I will be serving as an Associate Pastor at Trinity UMC in Huntsville of the new Northeast District.

I am leaving Weeden Heights UMC in Florence, which I have served for four years since graduating seminary.

I'm excited, Laura's excited, my family is excited (I hope the people of Trinity are excited) for this new opportunity. We're going to be going through a lot of changes over the next few months, but we feel that this is the right move and the right thing to do. The area is still growing and will be a wonderful place of opportunity for both Laura and I.

Leaving Weeden is bittersweet, especially when they are at such a crossroads in their life. But I hope and pray that I have planted enough seeds and nurtured enough gifts there so that they might experience life and vitality once again. The church will always hold a special place in my heart, not only as my first appointment, but the church I was serving when Laura and I got married. There have been ups and downs, but definitely a lot of learning.

Here's to being agog with excitement of where the itinerant ministry may lead, with the hope and trust that caveat is not needed.

Note

I've been busy - I guess. I've finally published some of the Panama entries, so you'll have to look back in the archives to see them. They posted to the date that I orginally started them.
-M

Where you from, Boy?

Your Linguistic Profile:

45% Dixie

40% General American English

10% Yankee

5% Midwestern

0% Upper Midwestern

What Kind of American English Do You Speak?

For most of my life, people have asked me where I was from. Not because I looked strange or anything, but the question comes after hearing me speak.

As it turns out, apparently I don't sound like I am from here the South at any rate. To hear us talk (and to see us, for that matter) you would never know that my sister and I were related. Her Southern/Haleyville accent is definitely recognizable to the ear. Not only do I not fit in with my family that way, but my lack of drawl has led a lot of people to initially treat me with suspicion. I've been treated as an outsider because people have thought I was a Yankee or something because I didn't sound like Pa Kettle. (And by the way, when spell check sees "Haleyville" as a mispelled word, it suggests "hillbilly" as a replacement. So you know that that has to mean something about where I'm from.)

So what happened? Why do I talk this way? Two things. One, my parents encouraged both my sister and I to use proper English grammar it's a source of pride and confidence, as well as a sign of respect to the person that you are talking to. And two, when I was a child, I had a pretty severe speech impediment.

Apparently a genetic trait that was passed down from my great grandfather on my mother's side, male babies are sometimes born with attached tongues. Lift up your tongue, notice the skin that is under there, mine went all the way to the tip of my tongue. When I began to speak, it was impossible for me to say certain sounds like "th," "l," and "d." Somewhere between 4 and 6 my parents noticed the problem and I had my tongue clipped to help me speak better. (Bet you didn't know that you could have your tongue circumcised did you?)

After that, I had to go to speech therapy to relearn how to talk. So, with that, along with my parents encouraging us to speak well, I lost my "Southern" talk.

One of the most interesting events that has happened related to this was last year when doing my CPE residency at UAB Hospital. I was on call late one night and an African-American family had been called in to be told that their 50-year old ex-husband/brother/son had died from a massive heart attack. I was there to comfort the family and to "babysit" them because the ER docs didn't want to deal with them while they waited on other family members to travel in so that they could see the body.

The night turned into a comedy of errors as later, unknown to the family, the body was moved from the ER to the morgue. Granted, the ER needed the room, but some of the family members were waiting to go back there to see the decedent with the traveling family before leaving to go make arrangements. Typically, I would imagine in most hospitals, making arrangements with the morgue (or "Decedent Services") would be easier. Not at UAB.

The morgue had just been moved to a new area, along with many other locations that had been changed due to new construction. Going from old to new wasn't a problem for me since I didn't know the old locations, but apparently everyone at UAB Hospital was having a really tough time with the learning curve. Even the people who worked in their respective departments had trouble giving directions to where they were.

We found locked doors, walked through 2 parking decks, and took elevators that you could get on but not off and still never saw this family's loved one. After about 2 hours of this and my constant apologizing for the difficulties and the run around that I was getting by the UAB staff, they decided to just give up. "Mama" of the family was in a wheelchair and could only take so much.

The family was so appreciative, even though their time there was futile and frustrating, and they had just lost someone they loved. But they thanked me nonetheless. As they were leaving, one of the older brothers in the family asked me where I was from. It caught me off guard, because at that time it seemed like a really random question, but for some reason, thinking that he was implying that I didn't have a southern accent, I replied. "I had a speech impediment growing up." (As a side note, I was getting the question asked a lot as I was visiting with different patients there at the hospital.)

As it turns out, and after reflection with my CPE Supervisor, this man was probably really asking the question, "What's this young white guy doing - going out of his way to help us when no one else would in this hospital and not like most of the white folks we meet in this city." Now I've probably exaggerated a little bit, but you get the gist. It wasn't the sound of how I talked or my accent that made an impression on them, it was a voice of compassion and caring of the Spirit that they heard.

When we speak with God's voice of love, then people truly do hear something completely different. So, where you from, boy?

There's a feeling in the air

If only things were as "feeling right this time of year," as Better Than Ezra put it.

The grass is growing again. The birds are chirping. And I am stuck inside, encouraged not to talk about a major transition that is coming up in Laura and my life.

Yes, you guessed it, the first round of appointments have begun. I have come to realize in the last few weeks, that this is one of the most unhealthy processes that could be attached to ministry. Laura chides me for taking this long to realize it, but by growing up Methodist, there were a lot of assumptions that I looked over until now.

One of the few things that I do feel I can safely say is that it is certain that we will be moving this year. The church's membership and attendance has declined (through several deaths and people needing to move into full-time care facilities) so much that they can no longer afford even the minimum salary for an elder in full connection.

Honestly, before I was appointed here, the church was already at this point, and it has been a true testament to the strength and character of these people that they have been able to make it this long. But this dedication to meet the financial requirements for the conference and to cover the staff salaries has taken its toll on them and has also locked up resources that could have been used to encourage growth and outreach. Hopefully, with the church being able to lower its salary and Conference askings, they will be able to have at least a little more funds to put towards more outreach.

But, even though we know for certain that we will be moving, there is no indication of where that may be. I do know of a few possibilities, though, which helps. One of the new practices this year has been for potential Associates to "interview" with senior pastors in churches where they may be sent. Of the places I have gone, I have felt comfortable there and can see great potential for ministry.

But, the reality is, that not even these "possibilities" are guaranteed. Granted, all of this is better than the past two years when all along, we had been told that we were staying and then two weeks before Annual Conference we were told to start packing (both moves fell through due to a communication breakdown between the District Superintendents and the churches).

And so I am stuck. Only being able to say a lot of nothing as we prepare to go somewhere. I may have even said too much even with this, because Laura can't really tell her employers anything.

I'm not angry or bitter, nor am I even surprised at the process. I knew what I was getting into when I answered the call to ministry. The problem that I have is the way in which the covert nature of the Cabinet and the itineracy system contributes so much to a feeling of mistrust and isolation for pastors and churches.

So we have three months. Three months to wonder, wander, and wait. I guess it's fitting that most of this happens during Lent - wandering through the wilderness and waiting on a call from the devil.

I am excited about new opportunity and possibility, and I know that wherever we go, we will have a great ministry. And hey, I've been given a pretty good sign all will work out well.

Panama: The Purpose

The purpose of our trip was multi-fold: (1) for young clergy (plus Leisha) to get to know Bishop Willimon better, (2) for us to be trained as team leaders for future UVIM trips, (3) to find out more about what the North Alabama conference is doing in missions (particularly Panama), (4) and to keep Patsy Willimon from spending another birthday depressed because it falls so soon after Christmas.

On all counts, the trip was a success. We got to know the Bishop about as much as we wanted to. Really thoug, the greatest part was getting to know other young clergy (plus Leisha) better. Being in the Florence District, clergy in the 20-30 age range are few and far between (only one other elder, plus two student pastors). In addition, my age group is not only noticeably absent in churches, but also in the community. (Florence wants to be the state's premier retirement community.) As a result, direct interaction with peers can be quite limited for Laura and me. So, being able to spend a week with other young clergy was quite a refreshing time.

The time with the Bishop wasn't quite what I had expected. The trip was billed as a time to get to know the Bishop and be mentored by him. Turns out, he was more interested in using the time as a vacation and to test out ideas on us. Case in point, in one of his last email letters he writes about "Affinity Clusters," referring to the re-districting. Well, we heard his ideas on that during one of his many breaks from painting.

In college nor seminary, I was never one to seek out the professor after class just for the sake of he or she getting to know me. There were a few that I did get to know well, but I was never one of those "front row" people. So it was with our time on the trip. I got more than enough time for me to spend with him, but there were certainly others that sought out every minute they could with him, particularly "The Infector" who was our translator and is a lay person - not that he didn't have a right to talk to the Bishop.

As I said, I feel that the time I got to spend with the Bishop was more than adequate. My appointment for the coming year was not made or broken with the trip (at least I hope). Plus, he really does have a short attention span. Many times someone would be talking to him, would make a point, and he would say, "Hmm." and then walk away on to something else. Even our time at the Panama Canal was rushed because he didn't want to waste time waiting for the English version of the Canal video to be shown. But enough about that.


The other part of the trip, the information and training about UVIM (United Methodist Volunteers in Mission) was also good. I would definietly like to go back and lead a team to work longer than we were able to. There is going to be plenty of opportunity to work, especially with the plans to build a camp at the above location.

Panama: Sight-Seeing and Customs

Franklin Durado
Yes, not many people would include a picture of a hardware store in their collection of "sight-seeing" pictures, but mine wouldn't be complete without "The Big Orange."

We spent a lot of time at this hardware store. Not to disparage Paulette or anything, she had entirely too much on her plate, but we got to know the insides and out of "The Big Orange." Eerily similar to a Home Depot in color and design (despite Patsy Willimon referring to it as "Lowe's," but so much more different than any hardware store I had ever been in. They had everything from your general hardware and home improvement items, to exercise equipment, athletic equipment, and musical instruments.

The Pacific Ocean

Since the country of Panama runs West-East (or, East-West the way we first traveled), the southern coast is their Pacific Coast. We stopped here on our way to David for a nice 3-hour lunch. The scenery was beautiful, every picture that I took turned out amazingly. As Laura said, "It's kind of hard to screw up a picture of something so beautiful."

From what I could gather, this was a bit of a resort area where there seemed to be many Panamanian people at the beach as well as a good helping of international vacationers.

Old Panama
This is a picture of a now ruined Cathedral in Old Panama, one of the first settlements in the country. Tragically, the location was not as strategically located as the founder would have liked and the city was sacked in the early 1600s, I think.

One of the neat things about this ruin is that apparently seven different orders of monastics lived in this area. I don't remember which ones were there, but it was stressed to us be the 'Tourist Police' that this kind of thing doesn't usually happen. (I know there are at least a few monastics out there in the blogosphere, so I'd appreciate any extra information on this and their relationships.)

Panama City Skyline
From a distance, you can see that Panama City looks much like any other major city in the world. However, of all of those high-rise buildings, only one existed more than ten years ago.

Much of this has to do with the changing leadership of Panama, after years of oppression by Noriega, their current leadership actually cares about improving the economy and the lives of the Panamanian people. Also, with the changeover of the Panama Canal, and it now being in the control of the Panamanian people, much more money is being pumped into the economy than ever before.

Despite the urban renewal and the growth of the city, as with any major city, the poor were getting the shaft. As older buildings were being bought up to be restored (none could be torn down or even have major external work done), the poor who were living in them were being "relocated." I wasn't clear on where they were being relocated to, or even if the people were being treated justly. But, it did seem that there was more thought put into this than many of the renewal projects un the U.S.

In addition, as with the beach, Panama is now marketing itself as a major tourist destination, especially with eco-travel in mind. Just about every person we talked to about Panama as a vacation spot mentioned at least once about how many birds there were in Panama. Apparently, in a country the size of South Carolina, there are more species of birds than in the whole U.S.

Panama Canal: Miriaflores Locks
Growing up in the Tennessee Valley, I'm no stranger to locks and dams. However, that made the Canal no less impressive. The Miraflores Locks are in Panama City, making them the final set of locks that ships go through before continuing their journey to the Pacific Ocean. (The locks on the Caribbean side are in Colon.)

Being the nerds we are and proving our dependence on TiVo, Laura and I had set the TiVo to record anything having to do with Panama in the months leading up to our trip. This turned out to be a good thing, since it not only helped us be more familiar with Panama and its history and culture, but it also was the only way we knew anything about the locks. There was a really neat museum and even aquarium there at the locks that had a lot of information about the Canal. But, the major source of information was a film that was shown to all visitors.

As a final proof of how short an attention span Bishop Willimon has, we were made to rush through the last 1/3 of the museum tour so that we could see the film - only it was in Spanish. Every 20 minutes the film would alternate between being shown in English and Spanish. Apparently, the Bishop had become bored with the museum and was ready to go. So, we hurry and go in, see the film (I slept through it), and got ready to leave. Only we stayed there for at least another hour, plenty of time to have seen the film in English at least twice.

Customs
As seen in other posts, there was a picture of a "Hello Kitty" pinata that was burning. As we were driving along the Pan-American Highway, we kept noticing life-sized effigies of people on the side of the road. This turns out to be a Panamanian New Year's tradition in which they create a representation of their favorite (or least favorite) person. On New Year's they gather around the stuffy-guys, fill them with fireworks, hold a mock-funeral with a reading of said person's Last Will and Testament, and then set them on fire, watching for them to explode.

Not wanting to be outsiders to their culture, and wanting to understand more about the people we were working with, we decided to to create our own effigy of Bishop Willimon. You can see in the picture "Bishop Kitty" holding a sign saying, "8 Districts or Bust," in reference to our upcoming called Annual Conference. The stole was expertly crafted by Amanda vonHermann, guaranteeing that her husband, Peter, will be appointed to the Roanoke District once he graduates from seminary.

Fortunately Bishop Willimon took this in great stride and had a good laugh about this. Although, I fully expect to hear this in an upcoming sermon from him about how the young clergy of this day are so radical that they have no respect for authority. We all got a good laugh out of it, especially the Last Will and Testament, created by Brandon Harris. (I hope to get a copy of it to post here soon.)

Conclusion
Of course this is only a small representation of the sights that we saw there in Panama. The countryside was beautiful as well as the coastal area. But, like anywhere, there was evident disparity between the haves and the have-nots.

Overall, we were welcomed by the Panamanian people as we wandered through their country like the clueless gringos we were. This was somewhat surprising, considering how the U.S. had contributed in no small part to the economic and political struggles the country has had in years past. I don't know about you, but I wouldn't have been so friendly to people from a country that had invaded mine over 20 times in the last century. Despite this, the people were extremely kind, welcoming, and ready to show how proud they were of their country.

Panama: Food and Dining

As much as Laura and I like to travel to different places to see the sights and experience different cultures and the history of places, trying different foods is also a big part of it.

The whole time we were in Panama we only ate in one McDonald's - thank God. Maybe I'm a bit of a travel snob, but I don't go to a foreign country to eat American fast food. Luckily we were able to avoid most of it, especially during our 12- and 8-hour bus trips to and from David. That, in part, was due to the fact that in the middle of Panama on the Pan-Am highway, there aren't any fast food places, at least in the sense of what we know them as. Most restaurants were family run and seemed to have pretty much the same menu from one end of the country to the other. These weren't chains, but by the end of the trip we didn't even have to look at the menu at any of the places because it was all the same. Fish, Shrimp, Filets (cut very differently there than here), and the occasional squid and lobster. The menus only varied in how many different ways they prepared the items.

The food was tasty enough in these places, I'm sure it would have been a lot better had they not been trying to accommodate a party of 20. But there were a few snags here and there. I really hate eating in very large groups. From my time in the food service industry, and from eating with groups of people who are clueless when it comes to restaurant etiquette, parties of eight are my limit. More than that and you can guarantee that somebody is not going to get what they ordered. Add to the fact that most of the places we went, the people spoke no English, eating out was an ordeal.

Though the restaurants were not as great as I had hoped, the food prepared for us by the women of the host church in David and the women of the Chiriqui village where we worked, was amazing. Fresh fruit and vegetables everyday, chicken and rice dishes, beans, sausage, breads, and strong coffee every meal, really gave us an authentic taste of Panamanian foods. It must be universal that Methodist women know how to cook and feed lots of people because these women did not disappoint.

They were so gracious and kind too. These women were up early to fix breakfast for us, and up late, waiting on us to get through with our work to feed us.

No corn syrup in my coke please. I loved the fact that the local Coca-Cola products (and I would guess, all soft drinks) were made with real sugar - not the high-fructose corn syrup that we get here. It was a much better tasting Coke to me and in a strange way, felt healthier. (If you're in doubt, read "Fast Food Nation" or see "Super-Size Me." I've heard Coke with sugar is a rare find stateside. It usually can only be found either around Passover with a yellow cap, or in Mexican markets. In just the same way the corn producers dominate the market here, sugar is in much more abundant supply there. So, it stands to reason that they would use a more local and cheaper sweetener. It definitely produces a better product with the sugar.

The final day of working in Chiriqui, we had a community-wide meal and invited the children of the surrounding area. The meal - beans and rice. It was like heaven. Three local women prepared close to 25 pounds of beans and 10 pounds of rice for all of the people there. A great feat in and of itself, but they did it using an outdoor, wood-fired "stove." It was amazing to see how they were able to prepare the food so well in the huge pots that they had while managing the heat with banana leaves. Definitely one of the best meals of the trip.

Panama: Final Thoughts

Yeah, so I've sat on this for a long time. There's more, but I'm not feeling it right now. Hope that whoever is Jonesing for an update from me, this will suffice...

To sum up, we had a great time. Though it has taken about two weeks to fully recover from the trip and from the Christmas holidays preceeding the trip, all of the stress was well worth it.

I know I would love to go back to work, but I am certainly grateful for the opportunity to have spent time with peers and getting to know some of the other folks better.

Click here (Right-click to download) to see the .WMV PhotoStory of our trip. Windows Media Player required. WARNING! This file is 7.1 MB, so be prepared for a long download. Also, all songs are copyrighted by their repective artists (Van Halen, Michael Tolcher, House of Pain, Big Country)

We're back!

This is Panama. (Actually the Central Offices of the Evangelical Methodist Church of Panama.)

This is where we stayed for the first night we were there, as well as the last two nights. The in between days, when we were working with the Ngobe Indians, we stayed in a hotel in David. Overall, the lodging conditions were much better than expected, especially in David. The only drawback to staying at a hotel was that it made it that much harder going back to the central offices and sharing a bunk with Bishop Willimon rather than Laura.

I had a great time on the trip. We just tried to do too much in too short of a time. We weren't able to fully complete our intended project of painting a multi-use building on the Indian reservation, but we were able to do a lot for the children and the families that the building served.

Because this was a multi-purpose trip, trying to blog straight through the trip would be next to impossible, and very unreadable. So, my plan is to do a summary in segments, addressing different topics and aspects of the trip. It's about the only way I know how to make sense of all that we did, and will help me to properly reflect theologically on what we were able to do and see. Plus, it will allow me to post more pictures.

Expected topics will include: Purposes, Mission and People, Team building and bonding, Sight-Seeing and Customs, Food, Final thoughts. Of course, these ideas may change. Also, any specific questions concerning our trip will help in making the summary more coherent.

Yes, this is a picture of a "Hello Kitty" pinata dressed as Bishop Willimon burning and filled with firecrackers. (More on this in the customs section.) The sign says, "8 Districts or Bust!"

$12.50 for an undershirt

Apparently that's what I'm going to have to pay to live up to Gavin's nomination for being Best Dressed Blogger.

Before leaving for Panama I bought a pack of Hanes crew neck T-shirts from Target. I've only worn a few, and for the most part they felt alright. But, the one I pulled out today looked like they stitched together two shirts of different sizes. I swear, it felt like I was wearing the T-shirt version of the Gordon Gartrelle imitation that Denise made for Theo. I know I'm not THAT misshapen.

I know, I should probably be spending more on nicer undershirts anyway, so as to live up to my best dressed expectations, but as hot as it is here most of the time in Alabama, and as much as I sweat, I can't afford to be that guy yet.

Here's hoping that the shirts in the rest of the pack at least have the holes in the right places.