Kyle in Papua New Guinea

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thursday, July 19th

At last!  More stuff to read!

 

Sorry it’s been sooooooo very long everyone, like my last update stated, VBS is a very busy time.  It’s hard to find time to write a blog, as well as make things sound as interesting as the daily activities in Papua New Guinea.  So I’ll try to be brief and interesting, while I have the time…

 

VBS season kicked off with our biggest group of kids every.  With nearly 200 kids, North Aurora started our summer off with a very busy, organized, and fun Vacation Bible School.  We spent a week in this Chicago suburb, and had an amazing time with amazing people.  The church attempted to interview all of us for a youth director position, but we were not really looking for that sort of thing yet, so no future plans for most of us yet.  (Tara is the only one with an actual plan for the upcoming year: finish school.  She’s even registered!)  From North Aurora we traveled south to Port Byron, Illinois.  We had stopped there for a couple nights in December as part of our fall tour, so we were familiar with the church.  It was our first week with the PNG-themed VBS curriculum and it seemed to go fairly well.  I had to skip out on the last couple days of the week there to go home for a funeral, but for I was there for, it was pretty cool.  After my trip home, I met up with the team in Valparaiso, Indiana.  I got to stay with a Chinese family, and my host brother had more of a job outlook than Bill Gates.  He was an absolute whiz.  How many preteens do you know who use words like “psuedo” and enjoy reading the Windows XP manual?  I was humbled as soon as I walked through the door!  Nevertheless, the VBS in Valpo went very well.  We met wonderful people and had lots of fun, and got to do a concert for them too.  From Valparaiso we went to Canada.  After driving about nine hours, we ended up in Tara’s hometown of St. Catharines, Ontario.  St. Catharines is located near Niagara Falls, so we naturally got to see them.  At Tara’s church we did a semi-VBS with the church because they run a year-long program for adults with disabilities.  So it was a very unique and very fun experience.  We met some really cool people with some amazing hearts.  One person in particular, Tyler, quickly became a favorite of mine.  We sang a lot together, and he taught me a new dance, which you can view in my videos section.  We were in Canada over the 4th of July, and also Canadian Independence Day(July 1st).  Since we were so close to the border at a very popular geographic landmark, we got to see lots of fireworks as both countries, probably trying to out-do each-other, blew up hundreds of dollars in pyrotechnics into the air above Niagara Falls.  We also got to ride the Maid of the Mist, and get really close to the massive walls of water.  It was really cool.  Canada is neat.

 

After leaving Canada, we drove a down through New York and into New Jersey to a town called Summit, which is a very beautiful suburb of New York city.  It is currently rated one of the most affluent regions of the United States because many CEOs and CFOs and UFOs and ABCs live there.  We got to hang out with some really cool kids all week, and go into New York City on our day off last Saturday.  It was most of New Dawn’s first NYC experience, so it was a bit overwhelming.  As soon as we emerged from the subway station into Time’s Square, I was immediately over stimulated by advertising, odd food smells, and yellow cars.  We wandered about the city, just kind of taking it all in, briefly stopping to check out different places like Rockefeller Center and Central Park.  I also ate the most expensive meal at McDonalds ever (they don’t even have a dollar menu, a true crime against unhealthy eating!)  We also went to the World Trade Center site, which was kind of surreal.  It was also a bit unnerving to see a group of people gathered to promote a truly sickening cause.  “9-11 was an inside job!” was all they chanted.  They were met with angry opposition, and a few supporters, which just made us walk away; true damage has been done.  From there went walked down to Battery Park, and got on the Staten Island ferry so we could get a better view of the Statue of Liberty.  As we were getting on the boat, a lady came up to us and, with a familiar accent, said “Oh, nice Papua New Guinea bilums!”  We all had our bilum bags from PNG slung over our shoulders and the woman, who was from Port Moresby, obviously noticed and continued to ask about them.  Josh and I got to practive our very rusty Pidgin as we conversed with her and her family aboard the ferry.  As it turned out, they had moved to the United States about ten years ago for her husbands job, and they now lived on Long Island.  It’s a small world after all!  After the ride to Staten Island, we turned around and came back to Manhattan for dinner.  We found our way to the Hard Rock café in Times Square for some beverages and appetizers before taking a train back to New Jersey.  After being in New Jersey, we definitely learned why they call it the Garden State.  It’s so green and expensive!  From New Jersey, we traveled through Delaware to Virginia.  After a very cool drive over the Chesapeake Bay, we arrived eventually in Newport News.  This was also a return stop for us from fall tour.  We have been helping out with the VBS here, doing the PNG theme which was actually written for the Virginia churches because of their partnership with a Lutheran district in PNG.  I didn’t realize it until we were in PNG, but the Michigan synod also has a partnership with the Capitol District in PNG, so I might look into that a little more.  But anyway, we’re here until Sunday afternoon, doing VBS, Sunday services, and Busch Gardens Williamsburg!  We’re kinda stoked.  From here we’ll travel to Hampton, wich is the next town over, and have a similar week of VBS there as well. 

 

After that week, we make our way back to the Twin Cities for our final week as members of Youth Encounter.  We’re excited, anxious, nervous, and bummed to have this all end.  It will probably be a little bit like how we feel about Papua New Guinea.  It’s weird to think that it’s all over.  We miss PNG a lot, at least certain things about it.  Nobody really understands the experience we have because we’re the only ones who had it.  And part of us wishes we could go back and do it again to make sure we get the most out of it.  However, much of life is about moving on, but that doesn’t mean we can’t look back.

 

Until next time, whenever it may be (hopefully this is part of a new routine of being informative).

 

Life is good, God is great!

-Kyle

 

Wednesday, June 27th

Vacation Bible School is a busy time.

 

Saturday, June 9th

One month later… or more

 

So maybe I procrastinated a little bit this time on the blog, but we’re still alive, and still on the road.  We’ve been busy since leaving Hawaii, visiting many places and people, and preparing for this current journey we’re on: Summer Tour! 

 

After leaving Hawaii, we came home for a little week-long break from rocking the world.  After a slight rejuvenation, we came back to begin the last section of our yearlong term with Youth Encounter.  We started with Vasa, MN.  This was our third visit to the church, the first two being once at the very beginning, and once right before leaving for PNG.  Since they were our prep-church before going to PNG, we got to come back and let them be the first ones to personally hear the stories from all of us.  We did some debriefing sessions as a team about our overseas tour, and what we expected for the remaining months together.  From there we went up to Remer, Minnesota, to Luther Dell, our starting place in August, for a week or Vacation Bible School preparation.  It was a great chance to see the other international teams and be in an isolated community before busting out again with acoustic guitars and djembes blazing.  We had a four day break for Memorial Day weekend before rejoining as teams to head out to our first official booking for the summer.  I hung out with a friend from Watermark Denmark and his family in Wisconsin.  After regrouping, we drove to Prairie du Chein, Wisconsin, for a program at a prison.  It was the same prison we visited in September.  We had a wonderful time worshiping with the men there, and they really seemed to connect with everything we did.  It was another great experience for us.  After the program, we left and drove an hour to our host homes for the night in Onalaska, WI.  The next night we did a family night program (concert) for the church in Onalaska.  The next day we traveled to North Aurora, Illinois, just west of Chicago.  We will be back at that church by the end of this week for VBS, so it was cool to actually meet them and go over what we would be doing with them before we go there later.  The rest of our bookings we do VBS with won’t be as luxurious as this time.  Luckily it is our first one, so it will help us ease into the summer I think.  After leaving North Aurora, we went to my house!  So I was pretty excited to see family and friends, and Dana, who just returned from Europe after studying in Bristol since mid-January.  We spent the weekend in Blissfield, for Amber’s graduation and Sunday worship in Adrian, and then set off for the next stop in Kent City near Grand Rapids.  From there we started our one-night stops around Lake Michigan, visiting Petoskey, Ishpeming, and Ewen, Michigan.  Then we continued our one-nighters in Tomahawk and Black Earth, Wisconsin before arriving today in North Aurora for the second time in a week and a half.  We’ll be here all week for their Vacation Bible School, which starts our first of eight VBS weeks that we get to help out with around the eastern U.S.

 

While we were making our week-long daily travel around Lake Michigan, we got to share a lot of things about Papua New Guinea and Hawaii and the many things we experienced.  We have a lot of fun sharing stories, and we always feel like we could talk for days about our time overseas, we have so many pictures and memories that our hour-long sessions are never enough.  It is fun to look at the pictures again and again, knowing that almost every one of them has a story we could tell.  With literally thousands of pictures, we have enough material to blab for years, so we try to cut it down a little.  We are excited for the next two months of VBS and thousands of kids and pizza and pool parties and BBQ’s and everything else that summer brings.  Hopefully I will find time to continue updating my website with stories and pictures.  It’s hard to be as ambitious about it now, because nothing can compare to the amazing time overseas, which was really fun to write about.  So bear with us, and pray for us, and enjoy the more relatable stories you’ll read from now on.

 

Life is good, God is great!

-Kyle

 

Saturday, May 5th

Happy Cinco de Mayo!

 

So yeah, maybe it’s been awhile since I’ve written a blog, but we’re still alive and working.  No news is good news.  Needless to say, we’ve been very busy.  We’ve found ourselves going many places and seeing many things, including a luau, snorkeling, and lots of Lutherans packed into a catholic church in downtown Waikiki (Martin Luther needed a good rolling).  Anyway, yes, I know I’ve been extremely late in posting this, especially considering that I pretty much have internet access whenever I want.  Oh well, sue me for all you can get and buy a Happy Meal.

 

Since my last post, we’ve had the opportunity to enjoy seeing a lot of different ministries at work.  We visited a retirement community with a German chaplain who has been to Papua New Guinea.  We had a great time talking with her and visiting the residents and chatting with them about our experiences.  We have also continues helping out with confirmation classes at both Calvary by the Sea Lutheran Church and Our Savior Lutheran Church.  We’ve really had a fun time getting to know a lot of the youth and work with a lot of the pastors too, they seem like they have a lot of fun with their ministry in Hawaii, which I would hope to be the case.  We also got to do three different school chapel services.  We had two groups that were grades K-8, and one group that was all high school.  We’ve done many elementary and middle school combined chapels before and we really like them.  However, we had never done an American high school chapel before, so we were really kinda freaked out about it, not knowing what kind of standard the school already had, and what typical Hawaiian high school students would relate to.  The key to all age groups, we have discovered, is puppets.  Everyone likes puppets whether they admit it or not.  In the end, the high school kids really seemed to respond well to the service we lead, and a few stuck around to talk to us a little bit, which makes us feel good.  In fact, we saw one student tonight in downtown Waikiki playing guitar on the strip with a friend.  Waikiki seems like a perfect place to sit out on a Friday or Saturday night and try out your talents.  More on that in a brief moment though.

 

We had quite a weekend with Calvary by the Sea a week ago.  On Saturday night they held their first-annual Taste of East Oahu, a fundraiser event that featured live music (not New Dawn, thankfully), lots of great, free food, and lots of people.  They had lots of local restaurants set up little booths where people could sample a little bit of their best fare, to enjoy along with ice cream and beverages.  Since we were helping out at their church with Confirmation and the Angel Network, we were invited to come and enjoy ourselves.  The next day, we were at Calvary for their two Sunday morning services, where we sang some songs and gave the message.  Sunday night we did our family night program for the youth and whoever wanted to come and hear more about our time in PNG.  It was a very busy and fun time hanging out and finally really talking about what we’ve been up to.

 

The biggest thing New Dawn has been up to is volunteering at the ELCA Pacifica Synod Assembly which took place at the Waikiki Marriot.  We basically showed up everyday to help with everything from collating paper to leading music for devotions.  We got to hang out with a lot of pastors and church workers while enjoying the beachfront views from the hotel.  We didn’t actually stay in the hotel, but we were there enough that we probably could have.  Since we helped out so much, we were also given tickets to attend the luau they had set up for the assembly.  We enjoyed lots of strange food, including raw fish (not horrible, not good either), and lots of hula, drumming, and various other Pacifica cultural bits.  We had a great time, and we are glad we got to do to a real luau while we were here in Hawaii.  Today they had the last few meetings and the closing worship service for the assembly, so our volunteering is done as far as that is concerned.  After the worship service we went to Lanikai beach to relax and swim/snorkel.  We got to see some houses where celebrities stay when they some to Hawaii, including a house where many actors and actresses from “Lost” stay when they film scenes here.  Tonight we had dinner with a pastor who just was called to Hawaii from the mainland.  He’s an excellent guitarist, so I’ve been having fun jamming with him (see my videos).  We then walked along the main strip in Waikiki.  Most nights are very interesting in Waikiki.  Walking along the strip you’ll see many different things and hear lots of live music.  Some things are quite strange, like the human statues where one guy will paint himself silver and just stand as still as possible all night so people can take pictures with him.  One guy sneaks up on you and puts a giant parrot on your shoulder, snaps a picture and then demands money, and most of the other “artists” just display they’re craft and a jar for cash.  The music is generally good there, but tonight was cool because, as I said, we saw a girl from the high school we played at with her friend playing and singing for a few bucks.  They were making quite a bit, so maybe if teaching doesn’t work out for me I’ll move to Waikiki and sing hulas for tourists…not.

 

Tomorrow morning’s worship service at Joy of Christ Lutheran Church marks the end of New Dawn’s ministry in Hawaii.  We have one service and then it’s over.  Monday we have a day off and I hope to spend at least a little time climbing Diamondhead crater and maybe go snorkeling.  Tuesday is flying day.  Everyone but Emily is going to go and see family for the first time in more than four months.  Emily is spending her vacation time is Hawaii, but none of us are jealous, because we have lots of cool stories we want to share.  And there’s nothing like your own bed, fridge, and toilet.  We’re all very anxious to be home and have a break.  We haven’t really gone one day without seeing each other, so it will be interesting to be away for a week.  However, I wish I could just skip all the flights, because I calculated it the other day and found out that from the time we take off from Honolulu, go through the different stops and connecting flights and finally land in Detroit, I will have been in transit for 19 hours.  I’m thinking my bed is going to look fantastic at that point.  Never mind the fact that it already does…

 

Life is good, God is great!

-Kyle

 

Tuesday, April 24th

Ok, so I’ve been quiet for a while, but we’re still alive and well…

 

Let’s see, as of the last update, we were supposed to go sailing on the 16th, which we did.  We were a little bit worried we wouldn’t be able to go because it was extremely windy when we got up, and there was a small-craft advisory too, but we went to meat the guy who owns the yacht anyway and he was more than excited to go out, so we went sailing anyway, despite our best use of logic.  It was really fun, we kinda just sat there and let the guy get us out into open water, and then we ate lunch and went snorkeling.  It was really cool, and got some underwater pictures.  We also saw a couple sea turtles.  One sea turtle saw us and didn’t look thrilled, it actually looked like it just messed in its shell, and it was pretty funny.

 

We also helped with two confirmation classes again, singing songs and playing games.  Everything is really running together for me, so I don’t remember details and exact dates.  We also helped out at the Angel Network food pantry, and a car wash a local youth group was doing.  They were raising money to go to a church camp in Wisconsin, so we are pretty excited for them.  We had a free afternoon one day, so we went to see “Blades of Glory” and it was really funny.  Emily and I have wanted to see it for a while, because we need a new movie to quote from.  We had two services on Sunday that we helped lead, and we hung out with two kids of a pastor we’re working a lot with while he and his wife went to some function.  We did a whole Saturday Night worship service at one church and they treated us to dinner afterwards at a really nice local place.  Like a true Lutheran group they asked us “out for beers” with them, we said ok, as long as they had food too, because we were starving.  I had some really hot chicken wings, and they were amazing.  Josh rented a moped one day, and he has a funny story from it.  I think Josh and I might go next week and rent some for the day; it’s a great way to see the coastal areas.

 

Today we had some free time, so Emily, Liz, Tara, and I went for a hike up to Makapu point.  It’s supposed to be a great place to watch whales because you can look out from high above the water level over a whale sanctuary.  We didn’t see any whales, but we did see a sea turtle and some great views of the Oahu coast, as well as the Makapu Point Lighthouse.  It was really windy too, so that made some of the walking and leaning-over-the-edges interesting.  We took some neat pictures which are now online; I also included a 3-D satellite image of Makapu Point from Google Earth, which provides an interesting perspective on where we were walking.

 

It was weird to think today that we have exactly two weeks left in Hawaii.  It doesn’t seem that long ago that we were in the shivering cold in Minneapolis, waiting to get on a plane and go someplace with natural heat.  Then I look at pictures of our team from that time, with our pale white skin, excess body fat, and my hairless face.  Time has definitely passed, just very quickly.  We have come a long way; we have been on a long journey.  To know that we only have two weeks left in this portion is rather refreshing.  We have been greatly enjoying our time in Hawaii, but there comes a time when not even the daily presence of an ocean breeze can make you feel quite as rested and renewed like a bed in your own home.  Until next time…

 

Life is good, God is great!

-Kyle

 

 

Sunday, April 15th

Time only seems to go by faster and faster…

 

I know it’s been nearly a week since the last update, but now that we’re back in the United States, sometimes it seems that there are less things that seem worthy of sharing.  Sometimes everything just seems too familiar to feel the need to go on and on about the stuff we’re doing.  Then, I realize, “Ha!  We’re in Hawaii and they’re not!”  Needless to say, the pace of the ministry is not quite as full as it was in PNG, so there is in a way less to write about, but I’ll do my best.

 

This past week has been kind of a blur so I don’t really remember what days we did what things.  I think it may be because coming from PNG where everything is very new and different and vivid, it’s easy to remember things because there are many distinct things from each day to separate them.  Nevertheless, this past week found us in a few churches doing a few different things.  We went to Our Savior Lutheran Church a couple of times.  That’s the church we went to for Good Friday service and the youth director intern is a former college classmate of Tara’s from Concordia in River Forest.  We were able to set ourselves up to do a chapel service for the day school they have, as well as a confirmation class hangout.  The chapel service went pretty well.  We sang some silly songs and talked a little bit about our time in Papua New Guinea.  We heard from the intern that the students and teachers both thought it was the best chapel ever, so that was a boost for us!  The confirmation class didn’t go quite as well as the chapel, so we’re glad for what it says in Isaiah about God’s words not returning to Him empty.  I just hope they were God’s words…  But anyway, it amazes me how different the youth can be in America form the youth in PNG.  I find it really interesting that most of the stuff I learned in my Elementary Education classes at college wouldn’t apply in PNG because I learned about all these learning disabilities and social disorders that require hundreds of different teaching styles and strategies, but most of those things I learned how to compensate for simply don’t exist in PNG.  I find it interesting that a country with a renewed status as a third-world nation doesn’t have half the student-related problems a Western society has.  That’s not to say that the education system in PNG is any better, because they are grossly under funded at all levels and public education isn’t free.  However, I heard one missionary teacher we met from Scotland say that if anyone comes to PNG to teach and has any problem with the job in terms of the actual teaching, they aren’t fit to be a teacher.  He said it was the easiest teaching job he’s had because the students for the most part know the value of the education they are getting because of the monetary affect it has on their lives to be there.  Needless to say, the confirmation class was a little bit less than attentive, and a little bit more than goofy.  We are definitely back in America.

 

We also went to Calvary by the Sea Lutheran Church a couple times.  Went once to hang out with a confirmation class and once to help out with the Angel Network.  The confirmation class at Calvary went much better than it did at Our Savior, but the kids were pretty distracted and goofy there too.  The pastor at the church was on the Youth Encounter team New Vision in the 80’s when that team went to PNG.  So he has similar experiences to us and knows a lot about what it’s like to be on a ministry team.  We sang some songs and talked about what we did in PNG, and what we do in general.  It was a lot of fun to sit in on a confirmation class and peek into the minds of Junior High kids.  On Thursday we went back to Calvary to help out with their Angel Network program.  The Angel Network is a government-awarded program that seeks to help the homeless and impoverished families in Hawaii.  There are a lot of homeless people in Hawaii, especially on Oahu.  The Angel network was started to provide some much-needed care to those families.  The ministry used to have a food pantry, secondhand store, and provide room and board, but now it is limited to being a food pantry and a place to get a hot shower.  I imagine it’s hard to believe a place like Hawaii with all its millions of dollars coming in every day from tourism being a place any less than utopia, but there is a “dark side” to this island paradise as well.  I would also assume that there isn’t much funding coming from outside Hawaii for programs like this because it’s so unbelievable.  However, we enjoyed helping out there and encountering some of the best faith stories imaginable from many different people.  I might add that it would probably not seem like a surprise that the people most affected by poverty in Hawaii are the native Polynesians.  It’s too bad really, because they were probably forced to be very generous with their land when the developers came in.  I find that there are many things in Hawaii that are similar to the way things are in Papua New Guinea.  It’s a good reminder of the blessings we have and the numerous resources we have.  Oh yeah, and for those of you feeling the crunch from the gas pump, Hawaii was at $3.05 per gallon today, and in PNG we found prices ranging from $3 to as much as $8 per gallon.  Swallow that one as you swipe your credit card to take away some of the sting.

 

Friday we spent the day at Pearl Harbor.  We didn’t get to see everything we wanted to, but the things we didn’t see are free, so we’ll go back again before we leave Hawaii I’m sure.  We got to go on the USS Missouri and tour the cabins and stuff, it was pretty cool.  We also wandered around the museum a bit.  We were going to take the boat out to the USS Arizona Memorial, but when we arrived at the park, the aircraft carrier USS Ronald Reagan was docked and was getting ready to leave.  So by the time we were ready to go out to the Arizona, they had the whole harbor shut down for the massive carrier, loaded with billions of dollars in fighter jets and helicopters, to head out to sea.  It was kind of a bummer that we didn’t have time to get out over the Arizona, but seeing the Ronald Reagan do its thing was pretty neat.  Definitely a great place to learn some U.S. History first hand.

 

This morning we led the entire worship service at Prince of Peace.  They had the typical Sunday-after-Easter crowd of 40 people, but where two or more are gathered, New Dawn will be there and ready for ministry.  After the service some ladies wanted to take us out for lunch and chat about our experiences, so we found a restaurant inside the hotel and had a nice chat.  The people in the congregation at Prince of Peace are very first class.  We don’t think we have ever felt as welcome as we do there.  Everyone wants to take a little bit of time and talk to all of us, which is great.  It just goes to show that hospitality trumps funding when it comes to ministry.  Next time you complain about your church having no money, think about how the disciples must have felt when they went out and set up churches everywhere.  Talk about budget cuts!

 

Tomorrow is a time to relax, a true day off in Hawaii for New Dawn.  We were going to go snorkeling with the pastor at Calvary by the Sea, but a member of his church decided he wanted to take us out on his yacht, so we’re gonna do that instead.  I wouldn’t be surprised if we do go snorkeling too, we’ll probably just have a private reef to do it on instead (kinda like when we went in Madang).  It will be a good chance to get a little more sun and enjoy the part of Hawaii we tend to think about back on the mainland.  In any event, we’ll try not to enjoy ourselves too much as to not offend anyone back home still grumbling about having a white Easter.  If you wait three weeks we’ll be coming home and we can bring some nice weather with us, so long as you don’t mind a daily rain or two.  Oh well, not everyone is called to be a missionary in Hawaii.  Somebody has to go to Alaska too…

 

Life is good, God is great!

-Kyle 

 

Monday, April 9th

We only get four more weeks in Hawaii…

 

This past week has flown by for us here in Hawaii.  Between shopping, sunning at the beach, eating plenty of long lost American cuisine, and or course, doing ministry, time definitely flies when you’re having fun.  We’ve spent the last week pretty much recovering from jet lag and a lack of greasy American food.  We’ve also been buying new clothes since the clothes we had with us in PNG have pretty much been retired from being “functional” attire (never mind the fact that we left most of our clothing in PNG because we needed the extra luggage space and weight).  Today as well as Saturday we went to Waikiki beach for a little sun and relaxation.  We all have horribly crooked tan lines from the various apparel we wore in PNG, and since we feel it is crucial to the ministry to become immersed in the local culture we are serving, we have to look the part.  And really, how can you spend five weeks in Hawaii and not go to the beach?

 

Many of you know from a past blog that I have a deep, basic need for Dr. Pepper (some people may throw around words like “obsession” or even “addiction” but I just ignore that kind of talk, which makes people use words like “denial” and “stubborn”…).  Anyway, since I have this need for Dr. Pepper, I bought a 12-pack the first chance I got.  This case of soda-pop only lasted a couple of days however, but luckily our contact has a membership at Sam’s Club, and we now have bulk Dr. Pepper, so I’m quite comfortable.

 

Yesterday (Sunday) our ministry in Hawaii officially started.  We did a few songs during the service and introduced ourselves and what we’ve been up to for the past few months.  The church is quite interesting because the services are held on the second floor of an older hotel in Waikiki.  Prince of Peace Lutheran Church (http://www.princeofpeacewaikiki.com/) is set up to be a church for tourists, and is literally an international congregation.  Next week we’ll do the entire service for the church, so it will be interesting to see how things turn out.  Everyone at the service was very friendly however, and we were taken out to lunch by a couple from the church.  We’ve been eating out a lot actually, which is kinda strange, but I guess it beats rice and sweet potatoes every meal.

 

We have the next month reasonably filled with a variety of ministry opportunities at different places.  We also hope to have some time to see the places that Hawaii is known for, like Pearl Harbor and the beach (all of them).  None of us have any grand plans for taking up surfing, but we may some back with a few more slang terms in our vocabulary.  Four weeks seems like a long time, but then again, so did 2 ½ months before we got to PNG.  When it’s all over, it seems much shorter.  In no time at all we’ll be getting on a plane and heading for the mainland.  I hope that our time here in Hawaii will be just as memorable as any other time in the ministry.

 

Like is good, God is great!

-Kyle

 

Tuesday, April 3rd

Aloha!

 

After four airports, three plane rides, two layovers, and one heck of a long time without sleep (about 36 hours), we are in Honolulu.  We are also all ready to hit the wall.  It seems odd to think that our time in PNG is over, but we’re really looking forward to five whole weeks in this island paradise.

 

After leaving Madang province on the 24th, we took the long bus ride back to Lae.  This time, we didn’t have to trek across a collapsed bridge, but it wasn’t exactly a joyous ride either.  We were really excited to get back to Lae and have mail and showers.  Once we got back, we collected our mail, took showers, and went to the Lae International Hotel again for more wonderful pizza.  We had a free weekend before taking the boat to Salamaua (on the southern coast of the province), so rested up, nursed our blisters, did some laundry, and prepared for the trip.  It would be our last week in PNG, so we tried to get as much stuff packed away as possible.  Monday morning, we piled aboard a motorboat, and set across the bay to Salamaua.  We stayed in Salamaua for three nights, sleeping in a different village every night, and we walked everywhere we went, for the most part.  We took a canoe one day to go to Salamaua High School, which ended up being a great program.  We saw dolphins on the motorboat ride to Salamaua, and on the way back, it poured, so there were a number of memorable moments from the four day trip to the south coast.  Everywhere we went we were welcomed warmly with a singsing and our programs were fairly well received.  Every morning when we would leave a village and move on to another, we were loaded up with gifts of bilums and necklaces.  We also each got a conch shell will a hole cut into it so you could play it like a horn (I got four by the time we left), and we also got plenty of fruit.  Each meal of every day consisted of rice, kaukau (sweet potato), pitpit (a corn-like tasting plant related to sugar cane) and tapioca (a potato-like tasting vegetable).  We also got a lot of fish, whole fish with heads and teeth and lots of bones.  Josh and I love fish, so we always loaded up on it.  I think my favorite would have to be the Red Emperor fish, but it was all very good, and very fresh.  Salamaua was a place greatly affected by WWII, and so there were some remnants of the war there.  One time when we were walking, we passed a large cannon sitting beside someone’s fence in the village.  On Thursday, we took the motorboat back to Lae, excited to take a shower and nurse our blisters even more.

 

Once back in Lae, we only had one full day to do some last-minute things before flying to Port Moresby.  We went to the bank, got some last few things at the store, and recorded some songs for the ELC-PNG to distribute.  Then we were part of a farewell ceremony.  A young woman from America has been working in the finance office for the past five years, but has now been called to Guam, so she left PNG about the same time as us.  They had a nice farewell potluck and devotional for us, and we said our last goodbyes.  It was a really great fellowship time.  What was really cool, was that afterwards, a PNG man came in and wanted to talk to Josh.  It turns out, the man went to school with Josh in Washington, and Josh never really got to know him very well at college, so they caught up and chatted.  It’s really funny, because the man had been the pastor of Starkey (our guide in Finschhafen) a few years ago.  Josh was more connected with this guy than he originally thought.  After the meal, an American professor at the local seminary in Lae came and gave us a little touristy drive around town.  We went to the WWII memorial, where a lot of Australian, New Guinean, and Indian (REAL Indian from India) soldiers are buried.  It was a really neat memorial.  Then we went to the Amelia Earhart memorial.  Lae was the last place Amelia was seen before taking off from the Lae airport with her flight director on that fatal flight in 1937.  However, the memorial was less than elegant.  A simple stone monument with “Amelia Earhart” on it, surrounded by an overgrown flower garden, was all that had ever been put in place to keep her spirit in existence in PNG.

 

Saturday morning, we boarded a bus with everything we currently possess, and rode to the Lae airport, which actually isn’t really in Lae.  In the middle of Lae city, there is an old airstrip that was closed in the early 80’s because of noise.  About 30 minutes out of town, is the airport for Lae, called Nadzab.  Most people think that Nadzab is just a PNG name, but we found out that it means North American Defense Zone Air Base.  The United States had used that area as an air force base during WWII, and it had been updated and repaved in the 80’s to serve as the new airport for Lae.  We learn something new everyday.  Once we got to the airport, we went through security and got our boarding passes.  The security check consisted of a group of officers feeling the outside of our bags, and then looking at our IDs.  An hour later, we were back in Port Moresby, the city we started this journey in.  We went back to the Lutheran guest house we stayed at before, so it brought back some memories.  I remember first arriving in January and not really wanting to be there, but now, we were all very excited to go back and stay there again.  On Sunday we went to church with a man from Chicago who worked for the ELCA in the global missions department.  Then we had lunch with him and some people he was working with in PNG.  We also met the Prime Minister’s personal attorney, and he gave us a personal, behind-the-scenes tour of the parliament.  It was strange, because when we went to the parliament in January, we were told not to take any pictures inside the chamber.  This time, we could take all we want.  I guess it’s who you know.  The man also happened to be the Chief Executive of Air Niugini, which we would be taking to Singapore.  He also was going on the same flight as us to do some government business in Singapore.  We were all secretly hoping he would hook us up with first class seats, but that didn’t happen.

 

Monday morning we got up, ate breakfast, packed up our stuff, and went out for lunch.  We decided to eat our last meal at the place we ate our first meal at, Big Rooster.  For those who didn’t read about it earlier, Big Rooster is the McDonalds of PNG.  However, instead of everything being made with Grade D beef, everything at Big Rooster is made with huge, fresh chicken.  After eating all of my meal, as well as parts of Liz and Tara’s, I had consumed about ten potatoes worth in fries, and probably about one whole chicken.  It was grand.  After lunch, we headed back to the guest house, loaded all our bags into the van, and headed for the airport.  When our plane took off, I wondered how long it would be before I would go back.  Most people who visit PNG are said to get the PNG “bug” and have to return again.  It’s an easy country to want to visit again, the people are first class, and the experience is one of a kind.

 

Roughly seven hours after leaving Port Moresby, we touched down in Singapore.  We had heard stories telling of the greatness and majesty of the Singapore airport.  We eagerly exited the plane and entered the vast, wonder-laden terminal and began to discover its treasure.  We arrived at 8 pm, and didn’t have our next flight until 6 am.  After hitting up the McDonalds, we spent the next ten hours plundering the riches of free internet, flushing toilets, drinking fountains safe enough for babies, and unlimited places to take power naps.  The one weird thing about the airport was the security guards.  We found it a little strange that on the customs and immigration form, there was a note that said trafficking drugs into Singapore was punishable by death.  However, we didn’t expect to see security officers armed with automatic weapons.  They didn’t just have these little squirt-gun looking BB guns strapped to their backs, no.  Each guard had both hands firmly gripped around a gleaming Uzi.  I think they meant business about the drug thing.  Luckily, they didn’t find the one anti-malaria capsule I had in my pocket.  What a relief!

 

After our adventure in Singapore, we took a morning flight to Tokyo, during which we were served the nastiest breakfast United Airlines has to offer.  It was some sort of omelet thing, but airline food doesn’t ever start out at the gourmet level.  In fact, the only potential that exists in airline food is to get worse as it’s served, which definitely applied here.  However, I may be slightly biased in this particular case.  After another seven hours aboard a flying tin can, we landed in the early afternoon in Tokyo.  Tokyo airport doesn’t have nearly the shimmer that Singapore’s airport possesses.  Fortunately, we were only there for five hours.  I just kind of sat around and got my cell phone charged up and ready for our arrival in the United States.  At about 7 pm, Tuesday night, we took off from Tokyo and headed for Honolulu.  It was a very empty and very bumpy flight.  I tried to sleep, but that’s something I don’t do well on planes, I’ve discovered.  At 7 am, Tuesday morning, we landed in Hawaii.  It was strange to take of at night and arrive the morning of the same day.  Let’s just say I’m ready for it to be Wednesday.

 

Once we got on the ground in Honolulu, we went through immigration.  It was kinda nice, because as the immigration officer signed my card and let me through, he looked at me intently and said “Welcome home.”  It was at that point that I realized that I was home.  Even though home was really another four airplanes away for me, I was in America.  Going through customs was a breeze.  None of us got searched, questioned, or scanned, and we soon found ourselves outside by the pickup lanes, waiting in the fresh, Hawaiian air.  Soon our contact arrived, and we were off to breakfast.  Then we went to our place of residence for the next five weeks and took real showers and wonderful naps.  After our nap, we went for dinner (we slept clear through lunch, and we didn’t care).  We found a Taco Bell, which is like an oasis of junk food, and very much amazing.  The girl at the counter knew we weren’t from Hawaii (nobody but the Polynesians are really considered Hawaiian) and asked us where we were from.  I told her Papua New Guinea.  I think that’s gonna be what we say from now on, because it gets a much better reaction than “The Midwest.” 

 

So here we are, back home.  A new journey, filled with potential of unknown variety.  They’ll be plenty of ministry opportunities here, and plenty of time to enjoy this beautiful place too.  Much like Papua New Guinea, we have a feeling Hawaii is also a land of unexpected events and memories.  It’s a new day, a ‘New Dawn” if you will, for our ministry.  Surf’s up Jesus!

 

Life is good, God is great!

-Kyle

 

Friday, March 23rd

Another phase of our journey is coming to a close.

 

We just finished our last program for Madang province tonight, and it was a memorable, official exit for us.  It was also a great close to another busy week.  After the four programs on Tuesday, we were ready to crash, but Wednesday rolled around with five more (it was supposed to be four, but one was thrown in as a surprise).  We did programs at a bunch of schools and with one congregation.  Everything seemed to go really well, and we were again treated to light refreshments (the equivalent to a Lutheran potluck) everywhere.  Needless to say, by the time we came back to the guest house for the night, we were dead.  However, Thursday was a beacon of hope for us, because we only had one morning program and one night program, leaving plenty of time for shopping, internet, and sightseeing.  The morning program was at a school near Bilbil village, which is apparently world famous for its pottery.  After the program, we were all presented with at least two little clay pots from the students each as a memento.  Then we drove to the actual village and were given a quick demonstration of the pot-making process.  It was kinda cool, but we enjoyed hanging out with the kids at the school more.  Since we got to go shopping, we bought stuff to make our own dinner.  We got to have Spaghetti and a bunch of fresh fruit (given by the students at the school, once again, more than we could hope to eat).  We had all intentions of inviting some people we knew from HLIS for dinner because they are now in Madang, but we didn’t have time to go see them to ask, so we ended up having twice as much food as we would need (as usual).  By the time we went to our night program, we were so stuffed our bellies were hanging over our knees (Hi Katie!).  And then, not much to our surprise by now, we were given about six bowls of various foods to eat after the night program.  I tried to eat one plate full of whatever it was they were feeding us, but I must say I was rather unsuccessful.  We were ready to burst the whole way back to the guest house.  Oh well, such is the life in PNG.

 

Today was an equally great and busy day.  We only had two programs again, morning and night, but we always have things to do.  The first program was at a school, on an island.  So we hired (rented) a boat for the day, because our night program was also on an island.  We also wanted to go snorkeling, so since we had the boat, we got to do that too!  The morning program went well, despite being rained on during for most of the time we were singing.  Once again there was plenty of food to go around, twice.  After the program, we climbed into our boat, and headed to the snorkel place.  We rented all the equipment and set off for the closest reef.  It was really cool, we had a whole lagoon to ourselves and most of it was coral reef underwater.  We saw plenty of tropical fish and every color of coral you could imagine.  I may or may not have seen a small shark too.  I didn’t try to get a close enough look at it to find out, and it was in a deep, dark spot.  Anyway, whatever kind of fish I saw had a shark-like nose and tail, so I just decided to swim away.  It was only about 1½ feet long, but that’s big enough to eat a finger.  We all got fairly sunburned on our backs too, but that’s what happens when you snorkel for three hours straight.  After our little underwater adventure, we went to the island where our night program would be.  Once we got there, we got a rinse from the sticky saltiness, and were given some native clothing to wear with our western garb.  The girls all got meriblouses (usually a dress-like gown that looks like maternity-wear) and josh and I got laplaps (basically a bed sheet to wrap around our waists like a skirt).  For the next three hours we felt very masculine, to say the least.  The program went very well, and we were decked out with gifts, and food.  We also had a lot of group pictures taken of us with random people.  We then had a huge crown of kids walk us to the dock to get on the boat tonight to come back to the mainland.  It’s all just little hints of what it’s like to be a famous rock star.  I don’t think I could handle being famous for more than a few months at a time.

 

Tomorrow morning we “kalap long highway bus” (jump on a PMV) and take the long ride back to Lae.  We’re very excited to go back, and begin a new, but very short, leg of our tour.  We don’t know the details of it, but within one week, we’ll be back to Lae and getting ready to go back to the capital city, Port Moresby, before leaving the country on the 2nd.  Despite the fact that we’re still on “PNG time” (meaning everything will happen sometime, just not when it is supposed to happen) time still moves as fast as American time.  Word of advice to all you time-oriented people considering a trip to PNG; leave your daily planner at home, and your watch.  When the sun comes up, you eat, when it goes down, you sleep.  In between, you talk and walk and chew buai (that really nasty stuff that turns your mouth red).

 

This morning for team devotions lead by Tara, we re-wrote Psalm 23 to be New Dawn-specific.  It turned out very nice, so I thought I would share it with you:

 

“The Lord is my Gutpela Wasman (“shepherd” in Pidgin, but literally “good watchman”), I shall not need to know what is going on.  He makes me lie down under a mosquito net, He leads me beside Buterweng (beautiful swimming spot in Finschhafen).  He restores my sunburned skin.  He guides me on bush-paths of humility for His name’s sake.  Even though I walk through Tsak Valley (a very long day for us in the highlands), I will fear no falling coconuts, for You are with me; Your bush knife and spia (spear in Pidgin), they comfort me.  You prepare a pizza before me in the Lae International Hotel (just a little taste of home).  You anoint my head with rainwater, my wash bucket overflows.  Surely Starkey, Reto, and Moses (a few of our guides while in PNG) with buai teeth will follow me all the days of my life, and Papua New Guinea will dwell in me forever.”

 

Em tasol, na God blesim yupela.  (That’s all, and God bless you all.)

 

Life is good, God is great!

-Kyle

 

Wednesday, March 21st

Less than two weeks to go!

 

It’s seems strange to think that our time in PNG is winding down fast.  In two weeks, we’ll be back in America (Hawaii).  We’re still here in Madang, and we’re very busy, but we’ll have some free time soon enough.  We’ve done four programs each of the last two days, and tomorrow we’ll have one, maybe two.  That would make at least 9 programs in three days.  Our voices are about shot, and by the end of the last one tonight we were ready to crash.  Sleep is a treasure here in PNG, for us anyway.  Any chance at a nap, we take it.  We’re all fairly healthy still, nothing more than sore throats and coughs, and we’re trying to keep ourselves strong for the remaining time here in PNG.  We’re eating plenty of food too, although we’re all losing our excess weight and sculpting our muscles every day.  We’re definitely not starving, but we’re not eating gourmet either (we don’t expect it here in PNG).  Today we saw a family that we met in the highlands at one of the secondary schools here in Madang, and the first thing they said was something about how skinny I had gotten.  We’re all going to leave PNG with very little body fat, which we’re ok with.  The PNG diet is definitely 100% guaranteed to work.

 

We’ll be here in Madang until Saturday morning when we’ll take the PMV back to Lae.  We’re hoping to go snorkeling before we leave here, and we’re also hoping to get some authentic PNG crafts.  Madang has a very rich artistic culture (all of PNG does, but Madang is very diverse.  However, the Sepik region, which we don’t get to go to visit, is supposed to have some of the best artists in PNG) and we’re hoping to get some little gifts and mementos of our stay.  Hopefully our remaining time here in Madang will be fulfilling, and very restful.  Once we get back to Lae, we’ll travel to the southern cost of Morobe Province (the city of Lae is in Morobe) and spend a few days there.  Once we get back to Lae from there, we’ll head back to Port Moresby for a couple of days before catching our flights to Hawaii.  The time is really gonna fly by, so we hope to make the best of it (although we are very excited to go to Hawaii, and the Singapore airport). 

 

Once I get a chance to have decent access time to the internet (and not have to pay for it) I’ll have a massive amount of pictures to share, as well as some new videos.  PNG is full of beautiful places and people, and I can’t wait to share them with you all.

 

Life is good, God is great!

-Kyle

 

Monday, March 19th

Land ho!

 

We made it.  Karkar Island is but a memory now.  Late this morning, after a wonderful opportunity to sleep-in, (although it is better when you actually sleep, not just lay there on a hard bed) we boarded a small, fiberglass boat with a 225 horsepower motor and flew across the sea to the mainland.  The entire ride took a little over an hour, much better than the 4+ hour ride two weeks earlier.  We were more than willing to pay double to the quick boat, especially when we passed the cargo ship we would have taken (it was packed to the gills).  Once we got back to the guest house in Madang, we settled in, flipped a few light switches just for fun, and went off to the Madang lodge for some pizza.  It was quite a treat.  As much as I appreciated the rice we received on Karkar Island (it meant I didn’t have to eat as much cooked banana sweet potato), I’m more than willing to take a rice break for at least a few months.

 

Walking back to the guest house after dinner, a van with white people stopped and it turns out the white people were from the United States.  It’s not common to see Americans here in PNG.  Most of them are Australians, and there are many Germans too, but not many people from the U.S. seem to be in PNG anymore.  Once we got back from dinner, we waited around until we had to go to a fellowship night at the church next door and do a program for the congregation members.  Then we had the famous “light refreshment” afterwards, and headed back to the guest house for the night.

 

It’s weird to be back here in Madang.  Even though we slept here one night before going to Karkar Island, it feels like home a little bit.  Maybe it’s the electricity, or the running water.  Most likely however, it’s the toilet.  As great as PNG can be sometimes, I’m still very proud to be an American.

 

Life is good, God is great!

-Kyle

 

Sunday, March 18th

Karkar Island: The place of no return.

 

Our time here on Karkar is winding down, but there is still much to tell, as usual.  We left Keng village and went to a primary school run by a catholic mission.  The campus was right on the beach.  In America they would be sitting on a multi-million dollar plot of land, and they get it for free.  If America ever finds out about the economic potential of PNG’s real estate, this little country is in trouble.  After our program, we piled into a truck, drove up the mountain a ways, got out, and walked up the mountain some more.  I thought I was gonna die from exhaustion.   Once at the top, or as far as we needed to go up the mountain (Karkar Island, being an old volcanic island, has three directions, up the hill, down the hill, and around the hill), we did another program at a Lutheran mission school.  We were really excited when we arrived because we saw a white student, which usually means a missionary is in charge and things will be somewhat more organized, but we later found out the student was an albino.  It was somewhat strange, but cool at the same time.  We were told that PNG has many albino people, but this was the first one we saw.  Our program went well at this school too, complete with plenty of interesting questions.  After a little nap in the guest house at the school, we ate dinner with a teacher from the school, and then we had a little devotion with a local village.  It rained pretty good later that night, as it usually does every night in PNG, but this time the thunder and lightning was pretty interesting.  At the top of the mountain, there is a huge crater where the old volcano used to be; inside the crater is the smaller, active cone.  The thunder echoes very sharply in that crater, so the sound is pretty spectacular.

 

The next morning we walked halfway down the hill, and waited for a vehicle to take us the rest of the way.  We were pretty excited, because we were going to the hospital and sleeping there after a night program in a nearby village. It would be the first time since we’ve been on Karkar that we’ve had electricity.  However, once we arrived, we discovered that they were not as ready for us there as we would have hoped, so we went straight to the village and stayed there instead.  We had a very nice program on the beach, and had some good fellowship with the village, despite our tough luck at the hospital.  However, we seem to be attracting people who like late-night community devotions.  It’s really neat that the whole village will turn out for a night devo together, but sometimes my spiritual life seems to need sleep more than it needs an hour of talking in a foreign language.  I fell asleep to some 12-year-old kid who thought I looked like Chuck Norris tell stories to Josh and I about something, I’m not really sure what he was saying, I was pretty tired.

 

Sunday morning we awoke to a breakfast of doughnuts.  I’m amazed at the trends that seem to be universal.  Coffee and doughnuts in PNG, who would have thought?  (I haven’t started to like coffee by any means, in case you’re wondering, call me a bad Lutheran)  After breakfast, we walked back to the hospital where the Church is.  We brought all of our bags with us, because we actually would get to sleep within the hospital campus this time.  The lotu service went fairly well.  Not super well-attended compared to some other jam-packed churches we’ve been to, but the modest crowd seemed to respond well to my message during our program.  It even corresponded to the Gospel text in the service.  After the program, we met the husband of the missionary doctor from Germany that is practicing at the hospital.  He came by the guest house with one of the plantation owners on the Island and offered to take us for a tour of his plantation and for a swim on his private beach.  So shortly after lunch, we visited the wards of the hospital (a humbling sight for any western doctor I think) and went with the missionary and his two kids to the house of the plantation owner.  After a short but very refreshing swim, complete with goggles for viewing the large reef nearby, we went for a driving tour around the 800+ hectare (1 hectare is almost 2 1/2 acres) cocoa and coconut plantation.  We stopped a few times to look at the drying bins for the cocoa beans, and got to eat a freshly dried bean, it was quite bitter.  After the tour, he gave us a huge chocolate bar that a German company makes from New Guinea cocoa.  It was very delicious, not bitter like the bean.  Who would have thought that if you ferment a bean, dry it, and then gring it up, you get a taste-bud party-maker?  That’s a question for God I think.

 

Tomorrow we leave Karkar Island for the mainland.  The unofficial motto, given by the New Guineans, is ‘The place of no return.”  I don’t know if that means people never want to visit again after visiting once, or if it means people like Karkar so much they don’t want to return home.  I have had both feelings in the two weeks we’ve been here.  I’m sure I could handle it a second time though.

 

Life is good, God is great!

-Kyle

 

Thursday, March 15th

PNG time.”  It’s a wonder anything ever gets done sometimes.

 

Another busy few days have come and passed here on Karkar Island.  Tuesday found us doing two programs, one for a Primary school, and one for a small village.  The primary school went pretty well.  Once again the students presented us with more fruit and coconut than we could hope to eat in a week.  The village program was a bit of a surprise, because we showed up and then we asked what we were doing there, and were told “A program of course!”  So program number two seemed to go pretty good as well.  After that program, we went and had a break at a nearby Snooker hall.  Snooker is a game just like pool, only with smaller balls and plenty of New Guineans giving you more tips than you can understand.  So we played a few games and had some coke, crackers, and we were all offered at least on SP Lager, PNG’s signature brew.  It was a strange gathering…

 

On Wednesday we went to Karkar High School, the only secondary school on the island.  We really enjoy going to schools, because the audience there is the most responsive to our program, and they speak English.  We’re all getting better at Pidgin-Josh and I speak it the best out of all of us-but it can be a somewhat confusing and inefficient way of communicating, so we’re grateful that PNG uses English in schools after grade three.  Getting to the school from the guest house took a while, as most things do.  Even though we had a vehicle already arranged, that doesn’t mean it was particularly reliable.  About every hundred feet the truck would stall, and they had to push it for a ways to get it started.  After a few minutes of driving like that, we decided to catch a local PMV instead, and try to get to the school in a timely and efficient manner.  Once again, after the program we had a bunch of questions asked to us about anything and everything.  Then we went to Keng village, where we would be staying for the next couple of days.  Once again, we had a nice bed, but the toilet was the “local style” as one New Guinean woman told me.  I have learned not to have expectations of certain things anymore.

 

Today we got to take the entire 2+ hour ride around the entire island.  It was really cool, and we got to see some cool places and beautiful landscape.  It was kind of like a safari, because we all sat in the back of a pickup as it barreled through the bush (jungle).  PNG is rich with natural, unaltered beauty, and I’m sure I’ll miss it when I go back to America.

 

We were told we would have a program today at one p.m.  We had a feeling we wouldn’t start right at one, but we had no idea that it would really be more like six p.m.  This is part of a very natural phenomenon called “PNG time.”  PNG time simply means that nothing starts on time, because time isn’t money.  If we’re told something is happening at 8 a.m. it really means sometime after breakfast, and maybe before noon.  If someone says we’ll do something at one p.m. it means sometime in the afternoon.  Anytime before the sun goes completely down is considered afternoon.  It’s a wonder to us westerners how certain things get done sometimes, but somehow, sooner or later, things get done.  It’s a complete mystery.  If only America could be half as laid-back as PNG, there would be no such thing as stress.

 

Life is good, interesting, but good.  God, never faltering, is great!

-Kyle

Monday, March 12th

How does a rooster know what time to start crowing?

 

Karkar Island is a busy place; this is what we have determined.  If I don’t look skinnier by the time I get back home, it’s because Hawaii has some very fattening foods.  We all sweat about 30 gallons of water a day, and that’s before we wring out our clothes. 

 

On Friday we got up fairly early to leave Mapor village to catch a ride to a primary school for an afternoon program.  You may be wondering why we would have to get up early for an afternoon program, and the reason is that transportation here on Karkar Island is not exactly something that is in excess.  It’s not so much that Karkar is a large island.  You can drive around the entire place less than three hours easily.  However, getting the ride to begin with is the key!  So we had to pack up all of our stuff and wait by the road, because you never know when a wantok (friend or relative) will drive by so you can ask for a ride.  So we had a nice wall to the road, and a nice sit under the shade of a bunch of coconut trees, for a while.  We kept being warned to watch for falling nuts, but we didn’t really think too much of it for a while.  Then we heard some plant fibers snapping somewhere above us and Liz and Tara almost got concussions.  They were sitting about two feet apart and the milk-filled depth charge fell right in-between them.  We heard that about three people every year go to the hospital on Karkar with coconut-related injuries.  What are the chances that two of those three would be done-in by one coconut!

 

When we finally got a ride, we went to the school did our program, received a bunch of fruit as gifts, and answered tons of random questions.  Every program we like to take time afterwards to answer any questions people have about stuff.  Usually we get asked about how we came together, what we got to school for, and what we think of PNG.  We also get asked to tell about 9/11 and whether or not Osama bin Laden is still alive.  After this particular program, everyone wanted to know about outer space and NASA.  Oh, what fun to be considered an expert on everything!  Afterwards, we carried all of our stuff up a long hill to the village where Moses (our Karkar guide) currently lives.

 

Saturday was kind of a day off.  Meaning we didn’t have a program, just a long walk to talk to some people in another village to say we would see them for lotu on Sunday (if you haven’t figured out by now “lotu” means church service or worship in Pidgin).  So we walked a long distance, sat for a half-hour or so, and walked back.  Then we ate some fruit for lunch, and rested in the shade for a couple hours.  Then, at about three p.m. Moses’ wife started making dinner, and this particular supper would be a good one, chicken and rice!  However, unlike the majority of homes in the United States, the chicken isn’t quite as fresh as it is here on Karkar.  When we arrived at Moses’ house, he had seven chickens squawking around his yard.  Shortly after dinner was being prepared, there were six.  Guess who got to help with dinner?  Yup, I killed a chicken for supper.  After a few swift knife swipes, and some boiling water for efficient feather removal, I had a naked, headless bird.  I can now say that I have seen a chicken in every stage of preparation, from start to finish.  A short, palatable video exists of the first step, but I think I’ll spare your curiosity for now.

 

Sunday we went back to the village we visited Saturday morning for the worship service there.  It was a little strange because the pastor only gave a sermon for about five minutes (which is extremely uncommon in PNG) and then he looked at us and said he believed we might have something we want to say.  Luckily I had a message translated into Pidgin with me, so I just read that.  After the service we did an outdoor program and answered a bunch of questions again.  Since I had told them previously in our program that I was going to school to be a teacher, they asked me what the history of education in America was, and what makes America’s education system so much better.  It was hard to think of something to say besides the fact that the government in America actually cares about education, relatively speaking, but I managed to say something different fortunately.  There’s a fine line between self esteem and “The truth hurts.” 

 

This morning was moving time.  We move on to Tugotugo village, at the bottom of the hill.  So we packed up our stuff and prepared to walk down.  Before we went though, Moses wanted us to plant one coconut palm and a buai palm.  In a few years we can come back and see some nuts growing on our trees.  We told him we were gonna start the “New Dawn Plantation” because the previous team in 2004 also planted a coconut tree.  After our ceremonial planting, we huffed and puffed our fat, out-of-shape American bodies down to the next place we would be staying.  It turned out to be a very nice guest house with real beds and a somewhat more modern outhouse (it had something to sit on, not just a hole in the floor).  However, don’t confuse the fact that we had a nice place to sleep this time with the idea that I’ve been sleeping well, or at all, at night.  That would be false to assume that.  Between the heat, loud bugs, hard floors, Josh’s snoring nostrils of unmelodious nature, and the late-night toilet runs because I’m trying to stay hydrated, I figure I’ve slept about 20 hours total in the week we’ve been here on Karkar.  Hopefully my luck will change in that department soon enough, but probably not.

 

By the way, the answer to my question about roosters knowing when to crow, you would think it would be easy.  The logical guess would be that they know because the sun comes up.  However, assuming anything in PNG should be against the law, because the sun doesn’t rise in PNG at 3:30 in the morning, but that’s when most of them start yelling around here.  You may seem uncomfortable that I seem more than happy to have helped prepare that chicken for dinner, but I would bet that most people would be more than willing to eat a whole chicken for any chance to sleep at night.

 

Life is good, God is great!

-Kyle

 

Thursday, March 8th

Mipela bin go long bikpela wakabaut long Karkar Island (We have formerly gone for a large stroll on Karkar Island).

 

Yesterday morning we awoke to a small breakfast, sat around in the heat, and then I went back to sleep, or tried to.  It’s hard to sleep when it’s blazing hot and humid.  Just before lunch we carried our instruments up the hill (small mountain) to a primary school where we did a short program, answered some questions, and then walked back down.  Then we went to the beach and swam, and then to the stream to wash.  I have a feeling I’m not gonna be very clean when we leave this island.

 

Today we went for another walk, supposedly ten minutes but more like 30, to a coconut and cocoa plantation owned by an Australian guy.  He had a large house, with air conditioning, but then we had to walk back in the heat after our short visit with him.  He was really nice, and said we could use his shower, bathroom, or pool whenever we wanted, however, I get the feeling we won’t get the opportunity to indulge ourselves while we’re here.  It’s good to know we have a place of refuge if we start to get a little frazzled here on Karkar.

 

Tonight we did a program for the entire Mapor village.  It was kinda cool, but very tiring as well, because we started it after dark, so they had one Kerosene lantern to light the “stage” for us, but nobody could really see us.  Plus, everyone had their little cooking fires smoldering, so the smoke from those fires were making me even more sleepy, so I just about fell asleep during the program.  After the program we hung out with the kids for a long time because tomorrow we move on to a new village.  Fun times await us I’m sure!

 

Life is good, God is great!

-Kyle

 

 

Tuesday, March 6th

This might be the longest, hottest two weeks of this entire experience.

 

This morning we got up slightly early to run to the store and buy some breakfast; giant rolls and peanut butter, with Milo (hot cocoa mix) in a can.  Then we piled all our stuff into the back of a pickup and headed for the center of town.  Today was the day of our departure from the mainland in Madang to Karkar Island.  Karkar is somewhat like PNG’s Hawaii, except there’s not much there in the way of convenience.  So after a quick stop at the post office (never know when we’ll see that again), and a stop at the Madang market for some lunch items, we went down to the wharf to get on the ship.  We knew that we would be taking a four-hour float to Karkar on a cargo ship, but we were never really given a proper definition of a “cargo ship.”  Walking up to the dock, we got our definition.  The “ship” we would be taking was about 50 feet long, or less.  When we arrived, they were loading it up with cargo.  There was a small crowd of other passengers with their baggage waiting to depart as well.  I walked a little closer to the boat to get a better look, and saw that there didn’t appear to be any formal places to sit, just a railing around the edge, and some big wooden shipping boxes towards the back.  So the five of us and all of our bags and instruments, plus our guide, plus the other fifty or so passengers piled on and found places to sit, stand, crouch, lean, or lay down.  For lack of anything better, I chose a railing seat.  Soon after climbing aboard, we were cruising slowly away from the mainland.  About ten minutes into the trip, I came to the conclusion that people in PNG like to smoke.  This is not something I have a major problem with, and even though I find smoking quite an unpleasant practice, working in a restaurant for four years makes one slightly tolerant of such habits.  However, that doesn’t mean that smelling burnt leaves while sitting on a hard, wooden railing of a boat that seems to be hitting every swell of the open sea makes for a Christmas-like experience.  By the time the four-hour trip was done, I wanted nothing more than to lay on a solid piece of earth and smell pizza.  However, once we got to Karkar Island, we got on the back of a flatbed truck with about 30 other people and bounced down the road for half and hour to the village we would call home for a few days.  So I got to get off the wonderful little schooner and climb aboard a truck, and then bounce down a slightly less-than-ideal road on a hard surface with a bunch of smoking sticks of tobacco.  When we finally stopped, we found out that we could only be driven as far as the road leading up to the village.  Meaning we had to get out and carry all of our stuff up a hill to the place we were gonna actually stay.  Did I mention that this was all taking place very early in the afternoon, during the time the sun is the most intense, making the earth very warm?

 

My experiences of today, combined with the knowledge that we would be on this small island for two weeks, brings me to the conclusion that this could seem like a long time.  Praying for patience, health, rest, and somewhat promising eating arrangements.

 

Life is good, God is great!

-Kyle

 

Monday, March 5th

Yet again, another new journey has begun.

 

After a busy weekend, we awoke early this morning, ate our breakfast, and hopped a bus to the beautiful city of Madang.  It’s an exciting new time for us, because everyone we’ve met in PNG has told us that Madang is the most beautiful city in the country.  It’s also one of the more popular areas for tourism, so that probably helps keep it nice.  This weekend was full of new experiences in itself.  It’s no surprise considering we’re in the “Land of the Unexpected.”

 

Saturday morning we went to a small village church in Pottsie, just outside of Lae.  We did a program there, and afterwards, we had the famed “light” refreshment of fruit and vegetables.  They also showered us with gifts of bilum bags and necklaces.  We’ve each got about 10-15 bilums now, and I mailed a handful home already.  We’ll be more than overloaded with them by the time we leave.  Should be interesting what we leave Madang with.  When it was time for us to leave the congregation, they filled each of the bilums we received (about 3 each) with fresh fruit.  They also gave us about a dozen sticks of sugarcane too, so we had our hands more than full on the way out.  We try to tell them that we could never begin to fully consume all the food they give us, but we know that that’s what they have to give, and so we just make little fruit baskets, or bags, and give them to people at the ELC-PNG office. 

 

On Sunday, we went to Resurrection Lutheran Church in Lae.  It’s a very large congregation and they do services in both Pidgin and in English.  However, since we were with them on Sunday, they had a combined service, with parts of the liturgy in Pidgin and in English.  It was really cool, but sometimes hard to follow.  We’re getting to the point where we can understand enough of what they’re saying to know the topic of conversation, but they usually speak so fast that our minds can’t keep up in order to respond to anything we ask.  We have to say “Tok isi isi” (speak slowly in Pidgin) so that we can understand fully.  So the service was kinda jumbled, making it easy to have urges to fall asleep.  We did almost all of the music for the service, and we did some English songs and some Pidgin songs.  It’s really cool for us because, unlike the United States, if they know the song here in PNG, they sing it as loud as they can, and sound pretty good too.  And these are Lutheran churches we’re visiting!  Nevertheless, they love their music, and it makes our job much easier, because we don’t feel like we have to be putting on a concert in church.  After the service, we met a member of the council, a Chinese man who was born and raised in PNG, but went to a school with a lot of Australian teachers, so he has an Australian accent.  It was kinda weird, but cool too.  He took us out to lunch with his family, and I had some pizza, again!  Sunday night we had dinner with the national youth director for the ELC-PNG, and had a program afterwards for the whole complex around the synod office.  By the time we were all done, we were pretty tired, and since we had to get up early this morning, but still had to pack, we didn’t get much sleep.

 

So this morning we awoke, ate a hurried breakfast, and got on the bus.  It was a crowded 25-seater, packed to the max with people and bags.  Once we were on the bus, we thought it wouldn’t be long before we were out on the open road.  But here in PNG, we’ve learned not to assume too much, because as we like to say, “We all know what assumption starts with!”  So we got on the bus, and rather than hitting the highway, we drove around the town about three times, looking for more passengers (they don’t have traditional “bus stops” and “tickets” you just find one and get on).  After circling for about an hour, we gassed up, and finally left the city.  However, we made several stops along the way to get more people (in Papua New Guinea, a PMV is never full, they’re like clown cars).  After a couple hours of driving, we came up to a bridge, and on this bridge was a semi and flatbed trailer with a crane on it.  However, this semi did not seem to be going anywhere anytime soon, and the bridge was only one lane.  So we had to grab all our bags, and walk across the bridge, climbing over the semi and trailer, being careful not to drop anything into the gushing water below, or fall in ourselves.  You may all be wondering at this point why the semi was stopped on the bridge blocking the only lane on a fairly busy road.  Was the semi broken?  Did it have a flat tire?  Was the crane going to be used for construction soon?  The simple answer, in a way, is all of the above.  The best answer, however, is none of the above.  You see, as we pulled up to the bridge, we noticed that the bridge itself, fabricated of iron and steel, had collapsed under the weight of the truck!  It was literally bent in half, and the crane had fallen off the trailer.  Water was going over the bridge in the middle, and so that made it quite impassable.  Luckily, this was an event that had happened the previous day, and so there was a somewhat well-organized group of PMV’s on the other side waiting to take passengers the rest of the way.  So we had a wonderful time crossing over this warped bridge, and piling into another bus.  However, what I haven’t mentioned yet is that the bus we got into on the other side of the river was not a 25-seater.  It was a 15-seater.  Now, we obviously didn’t put 25 people on this bus, but we did put 15.  That means that all of our bags and instruments got to go onto a little rack on the roof, covered with a tarp and a net to keep it from bouncing around too much.  So we finally continued on the long journey, bouncing around on every pothole, and stopping at ever market so people could get out and smoke or chew buai (a simple mixture of betel nut, lime powder, and a green stick-like thing they call mustard, it’s like a drug, only far more common, and very legal).  So the bus ride originally was supposed to be about 4-5 hours, but ended up being closer to 7 because of all the stops.  By the time we got to Madang, we were hungry, tired, and sick of sitting.  So we enjoyed a nice dinner at a local hotel with a great view of the ocean.  It was a great way to end a very long day of travel.  I had pizza, again.  Except this time, I didn’t have to share with anyone.  One whole pizza, just for me!

 

Tomorrow morning we make the 3-hour boat ride to Karkar Island.  It is a well-known destination in PNG.  It’s an old volcanic island that you can climb up to the top and look inside the crater.  All of you may be wondering what I mean when I say we have to get up “early.”  Usually we are served breakfast at about 7 a.m.  So we try to be up around 6:30.  This is fairly easy for us on the coastal regions of PNG, because we start to sweat profusely at about 6, and wake up soaked around 6:30, so it works out well, except for the soaking wet part.  Napping is somewhat difficult to do as well here.  In the middle of the day, especially after a program, we’re usually exhausted.  So I personally enjoy an afternoon nap when I have time.  I usually take a nice, cold shower after returning from our morning programs, because I sweat like a pig during all programs.  After I’m cooled off and clean, I lay down under the ceiling fan at the guest house, lie as still as I can, and try to fall asleep.   Usually this method works well for inducing a natural coma, but here in the PNG heat, it’s great for inducing an effortless sweat bath.  So then I have two sets of sweaty, smelly clothes!  Oh well…

 

We’re excited for the new things to see and learn, but we also know that we will be busy, sweaty, stinky, and very tired as well.  However, we also know that when this part of our trip in PNG is over and we go back to Lae, we’ll only have about a week left before we leave PNG for good.  So we try to enjoy what we can, while we can.  It’s not always as easy as eating a whole, fresh pineapple, but when it is, I eat it up…

 

Life is good, God is great!

-Kyle

 

Friday, March 2nd

I lost something I love today.

 

In Melanesian culture, it is common practice that, if someone openly admires something owned by someone else, and the item isn’t a necessity of life, or too expensive, that item is given away.  We have mistakenly admired some things of people we meet a bit too openly and then received them as gifts a short time later.  This morning we did a program at an English-speaking secondary school here in Lae, and it seemed to go very well.  They laughed and sang and seemed to have a good time.  After our program we usually like to hang around and visit with people, especially at schools, and they usually ask us for addresses or email, or to sign their shirts (We’re big in PNG).  So we’re sitting on the edge of the stage, frantically writing to keep up with the massive crowd of students waving pads of paper and pens in our faces, and then, out of nowhere, a girl asked me something I never saw coming.  “Can I have your hat?”  There it was, right out and blunt in the open air.  I was wearing my Dr. Pepper baseball cap at the time, a wonderful reminder of a glorious beverage that I have had to go without since arriving here in January.  I was a bit stunned by the request, so innocently asked, yet so heavy with implication.  In America, you couldn’t just walk up to someone you didn’t know and ask them to give you a piece of clothing.  Maybe a small fee would be in order, if the person didn’t find the request too rude.  But here in the South Pacific, almost nothing you could ask would be considered rude.  In fact, almost nothing you could say in general would be out of line.  So the question hung out there, in front of my mind.  I loved that cap; I wore it everywhere, even swimming in the crystal-clear stream and waterfall at Butaweng in Finschhafen.  It was my daily reminder that thousands of cases of Dr. Pepper, the little soda from Texas that could, were waiting for me in Hawaii.  It was my reminder that the very first thing I would do in Hawaii, was enjoy a tall, cool Dr. Pepper.  I was faced with a big decision after that program.  Should I keep my cap, faded and beautiful?  Or rather, should I follow the local culture, and risk losing the ability to remember the smooth, refreshing taste of the soda with 23 flavors?  In the words of Ron Burgundy, I was in a pickle.  So for what seemed like ten minutes, but was more like three seconds, I made my decision.  I’m not always a fast thinker of excuses when put on the spot.  I felt my hand rise to the brim of the beloved cap.  I felt the air rush through my hair as it was slowly exposed to the PNG sky.  I watched as my sad, but generous hands, moist from sweat, extended my hat towards the anxious student.  I could see the hat give a slight look of concern, and flash a subtle frown in my direction.  As it floated towards the girl, I could almost see the state of possession change, like a hologram tilted in and out of the light.  “Take care of that hat.”  I said, “It contains many dreams that have yet to be fulfilled.”  (Actually I just made that one up about the dreams)  So now my hat is gone.  I keep expecting to receive a fine from the Dr. Pepper Company, or at least a small threat.  Don’t worry Dr. Pepper, I will not forget you.  I will buy another hat, and wear it all over, even in the water.

 

Life is good, God is great!

-Kyle

 

Wednesday, February 28th

PNG, the land of the unexpected.

 

We had every intention of getting up early this morning, saying goodbye, and rushing to the dock to catch the boat back to Lae.  However, when we called to check on the status of the boat, we found out that it was broken.  Then we prepared ourselves to stay another day.  Then we found out that the boat was fixed, and would come later, so we arrived back in Lae very late.  It’s good to be back where electricity actually works, where water doesn’t need filtering, and where food is a little more surprising.  Not that I minded having three coconuts, two pineapples, and fifteen bananas every day, for a snack.

 

Tuesday was a very busy day for us.  We had three programs, and Josh finally came with us after a lot of much-needed rest from his malaria, which seems to be getting much better.  We had to get up early so we could catch our ride from Sattleberg back to Heldsbach to freshen up and pick up Josh.  The first place we went was Simbang.  It is the site where the first German missionaries came ashore in the late 1800’s.  We did a program in the memorial “hall” that was decked out in names and dates and very colorful paint.  After the program, we had a “light” refreshment (we’re beginning to realize that when they say “light” they mean we each get a coconut, a pineapple, a bunch of bananas, and usually some rice or sweet potatoes too).  After we stuffed ourselves, we packed up our gear into some tiny canoes and paddled across the bay to Butaweng, where Braun Hospital is (Josh’s favorite place).  When we arrived, we had another “light” refreshment, this time of juice and cookies, lots of juice and cookies.  That was amazing.  The we did our program, and had a full-blown meal or chicken and rice and juice and kaukau.  After that program, we went swimming in the waterfall near the hospital; it has become our favorite place to refresh ourselves.  After heading back to the mission station at Heldsbach, we ate dinner and prepared for our last program of the day.  The station wanted us to do a special program for them, so we sang some kids songs, and did a skit, and had a great time with the people.  Afterwards, we lined up and the kids presented us with gifts (a common PNG practice).  I got some necklaces and some basket things.  It was really cool, but kinda sad knowing this was our last night with the kids.

 

This morning, before we left for real, we made one last trek down the mountain to a primary school.  The students did a little singsing for us, and then we did a miniature program for them.  We sang a few songs, did our skit, and then shook their hands.  After that, we had another ‘light” refreshment of one whole watermelon, and two coconuts.  Then we went back to Heldsbach, loaded up, and knocked off for Buki, where the boat was waiting for us.  The boat ride was about three hours long, but it was fun to see the flying fish again, and ride along the PNG shoreline once again.  I talked to a guy named Simon from Mt. Hagen for about and hour or so about America and PNG.  Then he gave me a Bilum bag and asked for my address because he wanted to send me a Bilum with my name on it along with a handmade PNG cap.  Pretty cool stuff, all because I talked with him for a while.

 

PNG continues to bring unexpected things.  We’re slowly learning more and more how things work.  This week was especially good in helping us learn Pidgin, because everyone wanted to teach us.  Turns out, I was told I was talking in my sleep Monday night, in fluent Pidgin!  Either I’m making good progress in being bilingual, or the anti-malaria medication is really stepping it up a notch.

 

Life is good, God is great!

-Kyle

 

 

Monday, February 26th

Today started a little earlier than I wanted it to.

 

For the entire time we’ve been in Finschhafen, we’ve relied on a local PMV (taxi-like vehicle) to transport us around to different villages.  This particular day, we went to Sattleberg, a village high up into the mountains away from the places most people generally go on any given day.  That means that the PMV driver wants to take us to our destination early so that he can start his regular service at the normal time.  It’s about an hour-long drive up to Sattleberg, so that mean the driver wants to leave two hours before his normal rounds start.  Generally he’s been starting around eight, so, for good measure, he wants to leave with us around 5 a.m. so he can have enough time to get back.  Luckily, we postponed Sunday night’s program from Tuesday night, otherwise we’d be pretty tired.  Not that we weren’t anyway, but remember, PNG time isn’t American time.  So 5 a.m. really means sometime between the sunrise at breakfast.  I awoke at 5:30, because I slept through my alarm, and had plenty of time to get pack my stuff and get on the truck.  The truck didn’t actually show up until six, so I was fine.  We left shortly after six, and began the long, and still very early, drive up to the village on the mountain.  We were making excellent time until we were about halfway there when the truck got a flat tire.  So we had a short break from the tossed salad-like ride to the top. 

 

Once we arrived, or at least the truck went as far as it could go, we walk for another mile or so to the very top of the mountain.  We were greeted by a group of high-school aged girls and their teachers from the secondary school in Sattleberg.  They did a little singsing-like dance for us and took us to the guest house where we would all be staying.  The guest house had three rooms; a conference/dining area, a bathroom, and the bedroom.  They put all of us in one huge room with about twenty beds.  It was kinda weird, but what isn’t?  Then they gave us a ton of fresh bananas, pineapple, and cucumber.  They also gave us some coconut, but, as usual, they don’t give us anything to cut them open with, so it’s kinda pointless.  After a big feast of fresh fruit (I ate a whole pineapple!), I took a nap.  I was still very tired from the long weekend, as well as the lack of sleep and long ride.  After at least an hour-long nap, they called us into the chapel to do our program.  As usual, our program was more like an extension of their worship service, which is fine, but it just makes us anxious sometimes I think.  Sattleberg has an English-speaking education system, so it made parts of our program go over fairly well I think, but it’s always difficult to tell because Melanesian culture is so much different in terms of how people respond.  For example, avoiding eye contact when greeting someone is a form of respect, where as in most western cultures like the United States, we look directly into the other person’s eyes to show sincerity.  So many times when we do a program, the people don’t look at us all the time.  It makes judging a crowd very difficult sometimes.

 

After our program, we played volleyball with the girls.  For some reason, I always have this strange misconception that I’m good at sports, but I definitely learned more times than not that I am not a volleyball person.  After about three games, I was done, so I took another nap.  I think I’m finally feeling the effects of being very busy all the time.  Today I had no energy at all.  So I went to bed and woke up just in time for dinner, which was rice and some strange mix of veggies for topping, along with more fresh fruit.  Actually, all these women kept bringing us cucumbers all day and we ended up leaving with five bags full of fruit and vegetables.  After dinner, a bunch of students brought in their dirty shirts for us to sign, and then we sat around and sang some songs and learned some songs with the girls.  It was fun.  Now, it’s bedtime for us…

 

Life is good, God is great!

-Kyle

 

Sunday, February 25th

Oh the busyness of PNG!

 

Actually, I find it funny that in PNG, time isn’t money, because we still seem to be up to our ears in stuff to do!  On Thursday, we went to Suqan, where the people there did a singsing with us and we got to take part in it.  A traditional PNG singsing involves lots of singing, dancing, and eating.  Before it started, they took Josh and me and dressed us up like native PNG men.  Then they initiated us (“circumcised” was the word they used, but I prefer not to use that term here) as leaders in the community.  It was kinda confusing when they were explaining the rituals of the whole ordeal, but it was really fun.  Then we paraded up to the church, and Josh and I got to play some kundu drums (a PNG exclusive, and I bought two later).  After they welcomed us, we did our program, and then ate some food, again.  It seemed to go really well.  I received a bilum and a really cool necklace, along with my kudu drums.

 

Friday wasn’t nearly as busy, but it was just as hot.  We went to Logawen Seminary early in the morning.  The campus of the seminary is at the top of a mountain in Finschhafen.  We got there in the morning, but we didn’t have a program until later that night.  So we sat around a little bit in the air conditioning (actually is was just an oscillating fan, but is felt good), and ate food, as usual.  Shortly after lunch, we went swimming in Butaweng, where there is a very cool waterfall and a large pool at the base of the falls to swim in.  It was very refreshing.  After going back to the seminary and eating dinner, we did our program, which seemed to go over very well.  Then we spent the night at the seminary in the dorms.  That was interesting, but very neat.  In the morning, they gave us two loaves of bread and peanut butter and strawberry jam to make PB & J’s.   It was great, I think I ate about four sandwiches!

 

Shortly after breakfast, we hopped into a truck and went back down the mountain to Dregerhafen Secondary School.  When we got there, we hung around and ate some food, and then we went swimming in the solwara (Pidgin for salt water).  We caught a blue starfish, a sea cucumber, and a sea snake (which was really gross).  Then we collected some cool shells.  After a quick dip, we rinsed in the showers, and took our bags to the lodge where we would be sleeping.  It was a really nice place with a real air conditioner and a really nice lounging place right on the beach.  We saw about five dolphins swimming past the lodge, and caught a few crabs and tiny, gross-looking starfish.  We did a night program again for the students, and then they lined up and walked by us to greet us and shake our hands.  I got a bunch of bilums (the girls got none).  Then they all asked us for our address, and autographs, so we spent the next hour frantically writing.  We decided that Youth Encounter needs a shorter mailing address.  Then we chatted with a few students and went to bed in a nice, cool room.

 

This morning we packed up our stuff again and rode the PMV into Gagidu, the main town in Finschhafen.  In Gagidu, we went to church at Bethlehem Lutheran Church.  Since Josh has been sick, he hadn’t come with us to anything since the singsing on Thursday, so when he showed up at the church this morning with the youth pastor, we were a little surprised.  He seems to be getting better.  We had the Sunday service with the congregation, and then we did our spiel after the service.  After our program, we had a huge feast at the pastor’s house.  We had tons of chicken, rice, juice, papaw, pineapple, and just about every other PNG staple food.  Potlucks are a universal thing for Lutherans I think.

 

After we finally got back to Heldsbach after being gone for a few days, I realized that Josh and I locked our keys in the room we’ve been staying in.  So we had to become PNG raskols (pidgin word meaning juvenile delinquents) and take out a window to get inside.  Spare keys are not common in PNG apparently…

We’re still eating very well, and sleeping somewhat comfortably.  The heat can be a bit much sometimes, especially when you can’t stop sweating for more than a few minutes.  Oh well, soon we’ll be back in Lae at the guest house where the electricity actually works (Heldsbach has the infrastructure, but the power station is bagarap), and where we can shower and feel somewhat clean, and then fall asleep under a nice ceiling fan…

Life is good, God is great!

-Kyle 

 

Wednesday, February 21st

We finally made it to the German place late yesterday.  After leaving the harbor in Lae shortly before noon, and floating around for a little more than three hours, we arrived in Finschhafen (that is spelled wrong).  The boat trip was good, but kinda long for only being to sit there and either look out the window or watch whatever movies were on.  They showed about an hour of three different movies, American movies like The Lion King and The Shaggy Dog.  It was all very strange to me.  It was neat to look out the window and occasionally see a few flying fish skipping across the water.  They were sometimes so close you could see their little wings frantically trying to flap so they could get away from the boat.  After we made land again, we hopped into the back of a truck with all our stuff, and our guide, and we made a long drive to the village we are currently calling home.  The region we are in is called Finschhafen, and the village is Heldsbach.  This area was the first settlement by German missionaries in 1886 or something like that.  There are many Germans in Lae that we have met that work or have worked around this area.  There is currently a German couple living here, a Pastor and his wife and young daughter, that have been a great help to us and have helped set up our schedule here, which seems to be quite busy.  There is also a hospital nearby with a German doctor, but more on that later.

 

This morning we woke up to a breakfast of bananas, pawpaw (papaya) and sweet potato fries.  I didn’t particularly enjoy the fries to any positive extent.  We knew we would be doing some sort of chapel/program today for the community, but we didn’t really know what that meant.  After breakfast we found out.  At nine a.m. (in PNG time translates to “sometime in the morning or before the second meal of the day”) there would be a service/lotu/program where many of the youth groups and families from the surrounding area would come together.  We asked how long we would be singing for, “One hour, or maybe two?”  “No” they told us.  “All day!”  So that freaked us out a little.  We asked what all day meant, and they said until three o’clock or something (Which in PNG time means sometime after lunch, probably closer to supper).  Then we asked if we would have to sing for the whole time, and they said we sing for as long as we wanted, present what we have, and then other groups would sing for us as well.  Then we could sing again after we rest.  That sounded a little better to us.  It turns out they had a lotu (worship) service all planned out that we would sing one song for, and then after the service, all the youth groups from the surrounding area would present their own songs, and we would also present some songs.  It turned out that we got to sing two songs about four different times, making eight songs total that we sang today.  So we didn’t have to sing for five hours straight, and we even got to eat a bunch throughout the other programs.  It didn’t actually start until about eleven, and went until almost 3:30, so it didn’t last quite as long as they had originally said.  So it all worked out quite nicely.  However, on the truck ride into the village yesterday, Josh was experiencing so rather sharp stomach pains.  It went away after a while, but he woke up early this morning with the same pains.  They also went away after a short bit.  Then, one minute before we walked into the church this morning for the service, Josh started cramping up again and had to lay down on the ground.  The pains seemed to subside a little, and he managed to get inside the church, but a few seconds after sitting down, he got up and went outside to lay down in the shade (it’s extremely humid along the coast).  Our guide, Starki, was a little worried, so they got the village doctor to have a look at him, and they decided to take him down the road to the mission hospital (the one I mentioned that I would tell more about later, well, now is later).  So Josh left with Starki and the doctor to go to the hausik (Pidgin for hospital).  Braun Hospital is a very well-known hospital in Morobe Province.  It is a common site for German missionaries to come and work.  So Josh got to take a visit there before any of us were supposed to do a program there (next week).  Before doing any tests, the doctor thought it might be gall stones.  Painful, but with some medicine to help dissolve, they could be passed in a couple days.  After doing the tests, it turns out that he contracted Malaria somehow, most likely by a mosquito.  However, before you all get worked up and freaked out, Malaria is so common here that curing it is like getting the flu.  By the time you all get a chance to read this he’ll be fine anyway.  But that’s the deal, Josh has Malaria.  So we did the program today without him, but he may be fine to go with us for other programs while we’re here.

 

So with that, we ask that you continue to pray for our team, especially physical health, but also mental and spiritual health.  PNG continues to be a place full of surprises, most of them good.  Before we know it, we’ll be in the United States again (if you can really call Hawaii home).  We’re excited for all that God has in store for us, and we try to only go one day at a time, although sometimes we get a little greedy and talk about how many Big Macs we will eat when we first see a McDonalds again.  I really only think about how many cases of Dr. Pepper I’m gonna drink upon seeing some again for the first time…

 

Laip satp gut, Papa God stap gut tumas!

-Kyle

 

Monday, February 19th

In America, it’s Josh’s birthday.  Happy birthday Josh!

 

We woke up this morning, ate breakfast, and started packing.  At eight o’clock our contact, Faen, was coming to pick us up and take us to the docks to get on the ferry, to take the three-hour long boat trip to Finschhafen, a coastal region north of Lae.  However, shortly after breakfast, one of the men who helps us get around town and stuff dropped in to inform us that the boat we are supposed to take went bagarap (literally meaning buggered-up in Pidgin).  He said they only would need a day to fix it, so we would just go tomorrow instead.  So now, we must think of something to do today.  We’ll probably go into town for lunch at some “sight-seeing” and maybe we’ll find an internet café, who knows…

 

Laip stap gut, Papa God stap gut tumas!

-Kyle

 

Sunday, February 18th

Somehow we manage to be busier than ever…

 

A common description of PNG is “laid-back” and while we have definitely come to understand why, we still find ourselves to be very busy, very sweaty, and still very content.  This weekend was no exception.  We had a wonderful experience living the life of a typical PNG native in the village.  We spent the night out at Wagan Village in Lae, which is a very­ coastal village.  Twenty steps from them door of my host home found me standing in the Solomon Sea.  We arrived there Saturday night, did a short program, and then went for a waswas (wash, or in our case, swim) in the stream leading into the sea.  The water was crystal clear, and cold.  However, considering the high heat, humidity, and many activities we did with the kids, it felt great.  After supper, some guys built a campfire on the beach and we sang some songs and hung out until about one in the morning.  After a slightly warm nights rest, accompanied by the gentle sound of rolling waves on the shore, we awoke and had a typical Sunday breakfast.  Fried dough and tea, yum!  It actually isn’t too bad, slightly sweet, but definitely filling.  After breakfast, almost everyone met in the center of the village for a nice, slightly wet, lotu (worship) service.  We did a few songs here and there during the service, and afterwards I played some music and learned some songs from a few guys from the youth band they had.  We played for a couple of hours before we ate lunch, finally.  We had lots of fresh fruit, chicken, fish, rice, and some cooked veggies.  I ate a sweet potato and a cooked banana; they could have tasted better, and worse, no gagging, but not really a delicacy.  We also had some fresh coconut milk, which I think I might genuinely like.  After lunch, I went for a little swim in the sea with my host brother, Babol, and then we went for a rinse/swim in the stream again.  We swam until about the time we had to the village and come back to the guest house at the ELC-PNG headquarters.  Just before we left, a few men from the village made some short speeches, thanking us for coming and spending time with them.  Then they asked each of us to give a shortpela toktok (small speech) about whatever we wanted to say.  They we very welcoming and generous with their time, and their land, we thanked them as well for the great time we had with them.  Then they got in a huge line and we walked down the line and shook their hands before piling in the truck and leaving.

 

Tomorrow we take a three-hour boat trip to a more remote coastal region.  It’s a German settlement, with funny German names for the villages.  We’ll spend a week there traveling to different villages and seeing lots of new people a places.  But by the time you read this, it will all be over.  More on that trip when it’s all said and done.

 

When we arrived back at the guest house this afternoon, our main contact, Faen, asked us if any of us were homesick yet.  Even though there are definitely things that we miss about America (Dr. Pepper for one), none of us are pining for the American way at the moment.  We all have our times of just really needing a familiar bed, familiar food, and familiar people, but we only have a little more than a month before we get to Hawaii, so we know we have to enjoy it while it’s different.  The time here seems to have flown by so fast.  We hope that we allow God to keep us on the path of gratefulness as much as possible.

 

Laip stap gut, Papa God stap gut tumas!

-Kyle

 

 

Thursday, February 15th

A new leg of our journey has begun!

 

We left HLIS this morning.  The kids at the school gathered all around to hug, shake hands, and say goodbye.  It was definitely hard to leave the school, but I am very excited to start a new phase of this journey.  It seems odd though, because we realized today that we only have about a month and a half left here in PNG before we return to the United States, via Hawaii.  We’re going to be very busy, so we know it will fly by.  However, we are excited for the work that we are doing here, and the work we will be doing in the weeks to come. 

 

We left the school and made the two hour drive to Mt. Hagen, to the airport there.  We arrived at the terminal, which is more of a little building, and checked in.  Then we walked outside to where our plane was waiting.  No x-rays, no metal detectors nothing.  However, they did have to weigh each one of our bags, and each of us!  It was kinda strange, but not when we walked outside and saw the plane we would be flying in.  If you know anything about airplanes, then you may have heard about the Cessna C404.  It’s a little twin-prop, 8-seater that flies more like a kite than anything.  I think it was the original model from the year they started making them too, because this thing was old.  So we get in the plane, buckle up, and then the pilot gets in, turns around and says something to the effect of “Hello, my name is John Smith, I’ll be your pilot (only pilot) for today.  Welcome aboard Airlink flight 1234 traveling to Goroka and then on to Lae.  There are two exits on this plane.  Everyone have their seatbelts on?  Ok, that’s all.”  Then we started taxiing for takeoff.  Let’s just say that PNG aviation isn’t quite as uniform or strict as the United States.  We made it to Lae just fine, but it was a neat experience, to say the least.  Tara got a little nauseous from the flights, but nobody lost their breakfast, luckily.

 

When we arrived here in Lae, we were taken to the ELC-PNG headquarters, where the guest house is located.  It’s a really pretty little compound, very near the sea.  When we started walking toward the house with our bags, a group of ladies greeted us and adorned us with very smelly leis.  It smelled like Easter!  After we settled in to our rooms, we were taken to a fellowship gathering of some sort.  Basically an outside (as most things are here, and why not, it’s so nice) worship service with a youth band and lots of people.  Then we got up and sang a bunch of songs and said a few butchered words in Pidgin.  After we were through with our program, the youth band (which was extremely talented) sang a song that apparently is a closing/sending/grab-a-random-person-and-dance song.  So all of the sudden, a couple of Papua New Guineans came running to me and grabbed my hands and we jumped and danced around for the whole song.  Which seemed like it took ten minutes!  Afterwards, almost every person came and shook our hands and got pictures and stuff.  It was really cool.  Then we went to the pastor’s house and had an amazing dinner of watermelon, pineapple, bananas, ham sandwiches, and tang.

 

Now we go to sleep, because the fun doesn’t stop for New Dawn, no.  We’re going somewhere tomorrow morning with a pastor Kevin.  We don’t know where, we don’t really know for what, but we’re going!  Such is the life in PNG.  Time isn’t money, and everyone knows everyone.  We’re very well taken care of, and we don’t expect that to change anytime soon.  Today was no exception.  We feel very confident that there are some great new things in store for us.  I can’t wait to share those things with you all back home!

 

Laip stap gutpela, Papa God stap gut tumas!

-Kyle (or Ciyarl, long story)

 

 

Wednesday, February 14th

Happy Valentines Day, and Happy Birthday Amber!

 

Well, today is the last full day in Enga for New Dawn.  It was a really fun day.  It started with a chapel service, which was a lot of fun and ended with a campfire, also fun.  I played some soccer with the guys too, but I only realized how bad I am at the game.  I also realized that it isn’t easy to run continuously when you’re at about 2500 meters above sea level.  So I was pretty worn out by dinner.  It was really nice though today, we had hamburgers for lunch.  I haven’t had a hamburger in a while and they were great.  I had three!  The food here is usually quite good, but sometimes the cooks have some odd ideas for food combinations.  The other day we had donuts and hotdogs for lunch…

 

On Tuesday we ended up not going anywhere outside the school.  We stayed and taught our classes (I “subbed” for Emily so she could help with the home economics class), hung out with the kids, and went to see a mumu after it was done cooking (we heard the pig being given its final plea when we awoke).  The meat smelled really good, but we were given a cooked banana to try, and it was dry, bland, and sweet potato-ish.  I only could choke down half of it.  Hopefully the future doesn’t hold too many food-moments like that one.  I also received my first piece of “fan” mail from a Papua New Guinean.  However, this wasn’t the typical “I like your music, you play good guitar” type of letter, this one contained elements of desire and passion.  It was really funny actually.  We played near her village, and I may have said hello to her, but I got a humorous letter and a picture.  Great for a memory book…

 

Thursday morning we drive away from this wonderful place, on to other places and experiences.  We’ll catch a ride to Mt. Hagen, and hop a plane to Lae, by way of a short layover in Goroka.  We’re excited to see new places, but leaving will definitely be hard.  We received a bunch of handmade cards from the elementary kids today as well.  They were so cute and funny, definitely a great experience.  We’re hoping to have somewhat of a semi-regular access to internet so that emails can be sent and updates can be made.  Time will tell, and I know that God will bless our ministry no matter how much I’m able to tell about it!

 

Laip stap gutpela, Papa God stap gut tumas!

-Kyle

 

 

Monday, February 12th

So much to do, so much to tell!

 

So much has happened it seems since my last update, where to begin is quite the pickle!  So we’ll start with Saturday…

 

It started very nicely, me sleeping, then me eating breakfast.  Quite a wonderful time.  Then the girls went into Wabag to hang out and shop, Josh and I stayed behind and helped the school with some technical issues they were having.  Josh is currently working on updating the website for the school, and I was working on making a couple of their computers run better and not be virus-prone.  When the girls came back, Liz, Emily and I went to Mambis to visit the Lutz family one more time.  It was a fun time with them, because we went on our first bushwalk (hike) through some gardens, through some deep ditch like pathways, and up and down some really steep, slippery slopes.  It was a fun time.  We climbed up to the top of this one hill/mountain, and there was a radio tower up there, so a few of us climbed up that too.  It was really cold and windy up there, and Dr. Steve said that they sometimes fly kites from on top of the tower.  I’d think they’d get blown off the top.  The entire walk took a couple hours I think, and we got to see some cool stuff, Emily got her whole foot stuck in a mud hole, it was funny.  Then we had dinner with them and came back here to HLIS.  You can see the pictures and a quick video from the walk on the video page.

 

On Sunday we had a morning service here at the school.  We did all the music for it and Emily gave a brief message.  Then we went to Sirunki, but we didn’t have a ride back, so we had to do a brief program of only a few songs and catch a ride back with the guy we came with.  But before we left we had to go to another church in Sirunki, because we were told they had some gifts for us of veggies.  So we went there, and we found out they wanted us to stay and sing songs, but we didn’t have time, so we sang one song, and they sang for us.  Then they gave us a huge bag of veggies, and they gave us a nice new bilum (string bag) with the PNG flag woven into it, and a PNG colored cap, like the one I have.  They also gave each one of us some fresh leis made from real flowers.  The girls got red ones and Josh and I got orange ones.  They were really cool, but mine was looking pretty sad this morning.  The downside of real flowers I suppose.  It was a really nice time.  Then we took the long, bumpy road back to HLIS for the day.

 

Today we were going to go to a couple of schools to do some programs-one at a university and the other at a seminary-however, we couldn’t arrange a vehicle, and we were rather unsuccessful in catching a PMV (Public Motor Vehicle), so we were left without a ride to our destinations.  Luckily things in PNG are very flexible (“no worries” as most would say) and they don’t seem upset if things don’t quite work out.  We ended up just hanging out at the school and playing with the kids here.  So even though we didn’t have any programs, we still got to sing some songs and have some fun.  We also experienced a small earthquake, which was really cool for me because I’ve never felt one before.  It didn’t knock anything off the walls or anything, and it wasn’t even jerky really, just a gentle sway.  So yeah, that was really neat!  Tomorrow we may or may not go to a couple of schools for some programs, depending on the vehicle situation.  Everything is somewhat up-in-the-air at all times here, so we may have another day here with the students, which is really enjoyable, so we don’t mind.  It also gives us another chance to hang out with the kids before we leave early Thursday morning.

 

PNG is a learning environment, that’s for certain.  We’re definitely learning patience, and also to trust that however things work out, that it’s God’s plan and that we’ll be very well taken care of.  It will be hard to leave this place on Thursday, especially knowing that having internet access to keep updates coming and going won’t be likely.  I’ll do my best to find access and keep everyone at home well informed.  By the way, the motto of PNG is “The land of the unexpected.”  We know exactly why.

 

Life is good, God is great!

-Kyle 

 

Friday, February 9th

One week of school down!

 

Yes it’s true, we made it.  New Dawn’s first week as international teachers is complete.  We managed to not do too much damage to our student’s minds, and we all still enjoy being “teachers.”  My class was kind of simple for me anyway, since the class met only twice this week, and the first day was really a bunch of “first-day-nothingness.”  It was fun to be a true part of the educational vision of this school.  Not to mention the other things we’ve been doing around here.  Every day from 2-3, we get to hang out with the elementary school kids.  The teachers just hand them over and we get to sing songs and play games with them for the remainder of the day.  It’s a lot of fun.  We usually do music for about 45 minutes, and then soccer or tag for 15 minutes.  They really like to sing, especially silly songs.  They also love to sing songs over and over, so we don’t have to teach them new songs every day!  This is good, because we just about ran out on the first day.

 

We only have one more week left here at the school.  Next Thursday we’ll fly to Lae, a coastal city (2nd largest in PNG) and major port.  Lae is known for its history in aviation.  It was a major part of WWII and was the last place Amelia Earhart was seen before she took off from there to take her final flight.  It is also called “Pothole City” because of the poor road condition.  So we don’t have much time left here in Enga Province before the next leg of this crazy journey.  We’ve all had a wonderful time and it will be tough to leave, but it will also be very exciting to see a new corner of PNG.  Apparently we will be really busy in Lae as well, traveling to many villages and also going to Madang for a little more than a week, which includes a stay at the infamous Karkar Island!

 

Many changes and challenges await us, and I am sorry to say that, unfortunately for all you loyal readers, internet access probably won’t be a common occurrence after this next week is up.  If we’re lucky we’ll have some sort of access once every week, but I have doubts on that one.  However, it will only be for about 1½ months, and then we go to Hawaii.  So you won’t be in the dark too much.  This blog will probably become a little dormant, and I will be extremely surprised if I can upload any of the pictures or videos during that time, but I will hopefully get a chance to use email to keep in touch here and there.

 

The next few days have some promises to be quite busy, so there will be at least two more decent blog posts here before we leave for Lae.  Enjoy the pictures, the stories, and the cold!  Haha!

 

Life is good, God is great!

-Kyle

 

 

Sunday, February 4th

Back to School!

 

This weekend has been a busy one here at HLIS.  Students started arriving for the new school year, and projects are happening all over campus.  We have been a part of the business in some ways.  We have been getting the dorms ready for the non-commuting students, and welcoming the students as they have been bussed in.  Tuesday is the first day of classes, so everyone here is a bit frantic and nervous and also very excited.

 

Each of us New Dawners are going to have a small “teaching” job for the first week of school too.  Since the school doesn’t have an English teacher hired as of yet, we get to be overseers of the classes for the remainder of the time we’re here.  We won’t be doing any real teaching; it will be more of a sub-like thing, but still very neat.  I get to be in charge of the ninth grade class, which has about 14 students.  Now I’ll be able to say that I’ve had some overseas teaching experience.  We’re all pretty excited to play a major role in the work of HLIS, and no doubt we will never forget our time spent here.

 

Speaking of unforgettable experiences, we had one today.  This morning we went to a church about 20 minutes away in Yaramanda.  Resurrection Lutheran Church in Yaramanda was the original LCMS mission congregation.  We did a few songs during the service, and then we did a program after the service.  It was really cool after our program because we got to hang out and play around with the kids.  Josh started chasing them around the yard, and then they started chasing him, and then me!  After a bit or horsing around, we ate a huge meal.  It was our first PNG potluck, and it was pretty good.  We had huge pieces of fresh chicken, and some super-long green beans.  Coke is very popular here, so we had that too, which is nice, but I miss Dr. Pepper.  We also had some very fresh pineapple, which was very juicy and scrumptious.  They had some cooked bananas available too, but the nice thing about a potluck is that you serve yourself, so I didn’t partake.  I don’t really like bananas, although I have eaten two in the last couple weeks, to be polite.  Liz said they were really dry anyway, so I’m sure I didn’t miss anything.  Then, on the way back to HLIS for the day, it started to rain.  This is a usual occurrence here in the Highlands of PNG, and by usually, I mean it rains every single day.  So this didn’t surprise us.  However, it was rather inconvenient because we were riding back to the school in the back of an open pickup.  Needless to say, we got a little wet.  Our guide said he was praying for the rain to come so we could have a memorable ride in the back of the truck, one we’d never forget.  He’s probably right.

 

On Friday, Liz and I went to Wabag, the closest larger town near the school.  We went to a market, which is quite an experience in itself.  Picture a supermarket, without a roof, and every aisle is really just a muddy walkway past a bunch of tarps covered with all sorts of fruits, vegetables, and various household items.  Liz got some oranges and some various veggies, while I cleaned one lady clear out of hot peppers.  I found the experience much more entertaining and enjoyable than what we have back home, but maybe because I’m a guy.

 

There was kind of a neat thing yesterday too.  The principal of HLIS, Dr. Brent Kilback, gave a little speech at lunch about the year ahead of the students.  He said it’s a “new beginning” a time to start fresh and new.  Then I thought, “Hey, our team name is New Dawn, which means a new beginning, a fresh start!”  We must be in the right place…

 

Life is good, God is great!

-Kyle

 

Thursday, February 1st

Time for an update!

 

Actually, I realized as I am starting this that I forgot to include a little story in the last post, since this particular event happened on Saturday evening.  We were invited to spend the evening in Mambis with the Lutz family and Liz, the American missionary working with HIV awareness.  So we grabbed a PMV (Public Motor Vehicle, the PNG taxi equivalent) and rode to Mambis.  After eating a nice stir-fry dinner, we went with the non-New Dawn Liz to a worship/meeting of a group of young adults that help raise HIV awareness in the local communities in Enga Province.  So we’re at this meeting, and since we’re kind of, you know, strangers, we get introduced.  Actually, we get pointed at and asked to introduce ourselves.  This isn’t new to New Dawn, since we are frequently asked to introduce ourselves and what we do.  In fact, we’re trained in how to introduce ourselves as part of our ministry.  So we zip through our introductions no problem.  The group spoke English, so it was a piece of cake.  Then they asked us to sing for them, in English.  Awesome!  No problems there.  We’re on a roll!  So we get done with the songs, sit down, and proceed with the meeting.  Or so we thought, or I thought anyway.  When we sat down, the guy kinda leading the group asked the rest of the people there if they had any questions for us.  At this point we aren’t really thinking this is a big deal.  Then somebody asked me to explain Democracy and what I think of it.  Also, they asked me about the AIDS situation in the United States and how it compares to PNG.  I can’t really remember what I said to either of those questions, but I’m sure it was superb.  I definitely was not prepared for that moment.  Non-New Dawn Liz apparently has a recording of what I said, I may have to have a laugh later…

 

On another note, we seem to be getting healthy again.  I ate three full meals today with little trouble, and Josh ate a couple and I don’t think he has lost any of them yet.  It’s just in time too, because students start arriving at the school this weekend, and classes start next week.  We’re really excited for the ministry we get to do here, and for the students we get to meet and hang out with for the next week or so.  This is sure to be a unique experience!

 

Life is good, God is great!

-Kyle

 

Sunday, January 28th

Today has kinda been a long one.

 

We got up early this morning to walk to a nearby village to participate in the church service there.  We sang three songs in English at their request (it was an all-Pidgin service) and then we did about six or seven songs in Pidgin, and Emily gave a little message while one of the local pastors translated for her.  We were gonna do another program at a different church in the afternoon, but right as the service was getting underway, Josh, who hasn’t been feeling 100% the last few days, got up and went outside so he wouldn’t make a mess on the floor of the church.  So he ended up getting a ride back to the school before the service was finished.  Liz and I have also been a bit on the sick and weary side, so we decided it was best not to go to the next place. 

 

We all needed a bit of a rest day, as the last week has been extremely busy.  I personally just need a day to sleep-in, but “no iken wari” or “no worries.”  It only adds to the experience, and it’s not like we didn’t expect to get tired, sick, or otherwise.  No doubt the stories we’ll have when we come back will only be enhanced by these moments.  After all, Romans 5 says

“…we also rejoice in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope.”

So we’re hoping for good health, and hoping for restful nights as well.

 

Life is good, God is great!

-Kyle

 

Wednesday, January 24th

New Dawn’s music ministry in PNG has begun!

 

Today was our second day of going out to do a program.  Tuesday we went to a hospital in Mambis, where the famed Dr. Lutz from the United States practices medicine.  We did an hour-long program for the staff, patients, and visitors there.  Josh gave the message in Pidgin, which I don’t think anyone understood, but the people didn’t mind, or didn’t seem to anyway.  After we got back, the pastor who has been traveling with us helped Josh re-translate everything.  The people there were very polite and friendly anyway, but conversing with them after the program was somewhat difficult.  I did find a man who worked at the hospital named Win who spoke English very well.  He gave me a tour of the surrounding village and we talked about PNG and America, government and politics, and religion and education.  It was cool to actually have a real conversation with him and not just smile and nod all the time.  There was also a missionary from the Lutheran Church Missouri Synod at the hospital helping with HIV awareness and treatment.  It was odd to look up during our program and see a white girl standing in the back.  She showed us around the hospital and talk to us about her work and her experience in PNG.  It was interesting because we found ourselves being more intimidated by her presence than by the local people.

 

Today we went into the town of Wabag to the hospital there.  We did another one-hour program for the staff and patients.  This time I gave the message, and the pastor said I speak too fast.  I thought I was going slow, but apparently not.  He said the translation was good however, and the people we talked to afterwards said that they understood, so I can’t complain about the first time if it went well enough that they knew what the heck I was talking about.  After the program, we talked with some of the people and saw the different parts of the hospital.  It was different from American hospitals in terms of facilities and resources, but also very much the same as American hospitals in terms of being an uncomfortable place with a mysteriously odd smell.  We went through the children’s ward, maternity ward, and surgical ward, and it was quite an experience, to say the least.  It was also kinda funny because there was another doorway that said “Kitchen, Morgue” above it, and we tried our best to not think too much on that one.  Afterwards, we had some Coke and cookies with the hospital manager and one of the nurses, and we talked with them about the history of the hospital and how things are run.  It was a good opportunity to see what goes on behind the scenes at a hospital in PNG.  After our visit, as we waited for our ride, we talked with our guide, Pastor Ratl about cannibalism in PNG; it was good to finally get the truth about the subject.  PNG has banned cannibalism, and only a few, remote areas still have tribes that practice it.  As we left Wabag, we took Ratl back to his house, and while we were there for a short while, Tara, Josh and I managed to start a game of tag or chase with some village kids.  They didn’t speak English at all, but somehow they were fascinated with the idea of chasing us and being chased by us.  It was hard to leave because they were so excited and wanted to play more and get their pictures taken with us, but we did manage to peel ourselves away.  I think we go back to that village later this week or next week, so then we can play some more!

 

Just now, as I am writing this, a man here at the school gave me a bow and some arrows that he made.  Banara” in Pidgin.  “It is a decoration” he told me, “But they do use them to hunt birds, and sometimes to fight.”  PNG is a fascinating place, full of diversity and culture.  We haven’t met a single person yet who wasn’t thrilled to see us, shake our hand, and talk to us.  Everyone wants to welcome us to PNG and show us things about their country, it is very different from America.

 

As usual, check out the pictures, even though they never can capture the whole story.  Being here makes me wonder if a picture really is worth a thousand words.  On the other hand, we usually only use one, “Wow.”

 

Life is good, God is great!

-Kyle

 

Saturday, January 20th (Friday the 19th)

Guess what woke me up this morning?

 

In Papua New Guinea, it is common to have huge feasts to celebrate various events.  This feast is called a “mumu” and it consists usually of digging a huge pit, lining it with grasses or leaves, then putting in a whole pig, and various vegetables and greens before covering it completely with hot stones.  Then they cover the pit and let everything cook for three hours or so.  Then they dig it all up and everything is ready to serve and eat.  Now, we have not had a mumu prepared for us yet, however, the dorm at the HLIS where Josh and I are sleeping is right next to the fence that lines the edge of the school’s campus.  Right directly on the other side of that fence is a village.  That village had a mumu today!  Now, in order for this feast to be done by lunch, they have to start preparing early.  Everything has to be ready to start cooking at nine, so the stones have to be heated, the vegetables have to be prepped, and the pit has to be dug and prepped for the food.    Oh yeah, and the pig has to be ready too.  That means they have to kill the pig.  It isn’t like you can go into town to the butcher and buy a pig all ready to toss into a pit, they have to do with what they have, and what they have is a bunch of pigs running around.   So, if they want to have a big feast at noon, they have to start trying to catch the pig at about, oh, six-thirty or seven.  I had my alarm set for seven thirty, which was about thirty minutes after the pig was caught.  This means that at seven, when the pig was being caught, tied, and given its last plea, I was very much awake.  At about quarter after seven, I was walking out the door of the dorm when they did the pig in.  Up to this point in my life I never had heard a pig scream.  I have heard pigs grunt, snort, squeal, and make various other noises with the other end as well, but I had never heard a pig scream.  For what seemed like ten minutes, but was really ten seconds, I heard a pig die.  I knew exactly what was going on, and the concept of the event didn’t bother me so much as the fact that I had had to change my underwear right as I was heading out to start my day.  Now I really have to do laundry tomorrow. 

 

I also had some sugar cane today, the soft kind that you chew on and suck the juice out of.  It was delicious.

 

Life is good, God is great!

-Kyle  

 

Friday, January 19th (Thursday the 18th for ya’ll in America)

We have arrived! 

 

Almost a week ago, but we’re here nonetheless.  On Friday the 12th, we flew from St. Paul, MN to O’Hare International in Chicago.  From there we took a 12+ hour flight (it was wonderful) to the Tokyo airport in Narita, Japan.  We had a four hour layover in Japan before taking about a seven hour flight to Port Moresby, the capital city of PNG (Papua New Guinea).  We arrived Sunday morning at 4:30 am.  I could immediately feel the moisture in the air as I walked through the door of the Air Nuigini jet plane.  The heat here combined with the humidity, makes New Dawn a very lethargic group in the middle of the day.  The relative humidity is as close to 100% as it can get without it raining, which it did twice today.  This is the PNG summer, not much different from the rest of the year, except it is monsoon season right now!  Surprisingly enough, I have not felt any effects of jet lag, and the culture shock has not been extremely difficult.  A couple hours later, after going through customs and exchanging money, we were picked up by our Port Moresby contact person and taken to the guest house run by the ELC-PNG in Port Moresby.  Most people we met in Port Moresby (the capital of PNG) spoke decent English, and we managed to find amazing food to eat in various places, including at Big Rooster, which is a fast food chain with chicken in every entrée.  The soda pop tastes a little bit different here, even though it’s good ol’ Coca Cola and Sprite(Pepsi was pretty much sent packing a couple years ago because of the stiff competition from Coke, but that’s fine with me).  We’re still trying to avoid non-bottled water as much as possible, and we haven’t had to look at our plate yet and ask “What the heck is that?” so we’re thankful for that.  We were there until Thursday morning, running errands and seeing the sights, including the Parliament, and then we flew up to Mt. Hagen, a small village in the highlands.  We were picked up by the principal at Highland Lutheran International School (HLIS), where we will be housed for the next few weeks while we travel in the highlands and do programs for nearby villages.  The drive from Mt. Hagen to the school (in Wabag, about two hours away because of the terrain) was very beautiful.  There were large mountains on either side of the road all the time and waterfalls every mile at least.  Passing through villages, people waved, smiled, and danced for us, unusual to us Americans, but not to PNG.  Everyone is extremely nice and helpful, and they all want to say hello or shake our hand.  We tried to take decent pictures during the drive to Wabag, but none of them do any justice to the actual sights.  We like to describe everything we’ve done as living “National Geographic” magazine, it’s almost surreal sometimes.  While we were waiting in a hotel in Mt. Hagen for our ride to the school, we were chatting about PNG and America with an older man, only later did we realize it was the former Prime Minister of PNG, so we felt like idiots because we didn’t even stand up or anything.  “No worries” as they would say here in Melanesia.

 

Today I spent a good four hours with a local gentleman translating my testimony.  Yulex Tanga (see pictures) and I went over my message word for word, and helped me understand (a little) how Pidgin or Tok Pisin, works.  He says he will make me good at Pidgin.  Then he asked me, “Do you have Bible in Tok Pisisn?  It is the best book.  Namba wan.  Best for learning Pidgin.”  Slowly but surely, I can speak better and better Pidgin.  I used Pidgin to buy a hat the other day (see pictures), and now I can dress a little more like an authentic New Guinean!  On Sunday we are going to a nearby church with the principal of the school, where we will sing a few songs in Pidgin for the service, which will be entirely in Pidgin.  It is fairly easy to find people who speak English, especially in bigger villages or younger children.  English is the language of education and economics, so it is common for people to speak two or three languages, maybe more.  The food isn’t difficult either, yet.  We can go to a grocery store and find just about anything we can get in America.  There is a big Australian influence on things too, hence the presence of Vegemite, which I avoid.  But we can get Coke and Sprite almost anywhere (although it tastes slightly different) and we can get peanut butter, honey, and good passion fruit as well.  Americans doesn’t know what pineapple or mango is until we come here, and I don’t even care for pineapple that much, it’s that good!  Chicken and pork is like nothing else either, might be the lack of McDonalds influence (which doesn’t exist anywhere in PNG).  They do have Big Rooster, an all chicken fast-ish food place that’s dirt cheap.

 

We are here at the HLIS for about a month before we go to Lae, the second largest city in PNG, and a major port.   We will also be in Madang for a short while.  Everyone we have met tells us me must go to Madang because it is the most beautiful place in PNG, so we’re looking forward to that, and I look forward to sharing pictures and stories about our future adventures. 

 

Many of you may be wondering what the religious demographic is here in PNG, and if it is anything like what your imagination tells you.  Christianity is very big here, with Catholic being the largest group, although Lutheran is very large too, since early missions in both the ELCA and LCMS were to PNG.  There aren’t too many American or Australian missionaries left here anymore, since the church is self-supporting now.  In fact, PNG send out a lot of missionaries to other countries, including the United States!  There is a large PNG missionary museum at the Wartburg Seminary in Dubuque, Iowa.  Someday we want to go there and reminisce about our time here, but right now, we enjoy the real thing.  Everything has gone very well so far, and we have no reason to expect otherwise for the next three months we are here.

 

I thank you all for your thoughts and prayers, as well as the emails.  Keep the questions, comments, and updates coming (kyle@kylescobie.com).  I don’t guarantee an immediate response, but I will do my best!

 

Life is good, God is great!

-Kyle

 

Sunday, January 7th

Leaving on a jet plane!

We have plane tickets, and the time is growing near!

 

This coming Friday, at 10:30 am, central time, New Dawn will be flying from St. Paul, MN to Chicago, IL.  From Chicago, we fly to Tokyo, Japan, where we’ll hitch a flight on down to Port Moresby, Papua New Guinea.  We’ll be up in the western highlands for a month, working with a Lutheran School (http://www.hlischool-png.org/).  We’ll also be going to the eastern, coastal areas, working with the ELCA (ELCPNG).  Then, in mid-April, we fly to Hawaii, but before we get there, we have an overnight layover in Singapore! 

 

We really excited to see a lot of different places in such a short period of time.  Details of our tour are still being worked out, and we won’t know a lot until we actually get to those places, but the anticipation of such new experiences is always on our minds.  It’s hard to think that in one week we’ll be in Papua New Guinea, but then again it seems like just yesterday I was meeting my team for the first time in August.  I expect the next four months to fly by just as fast, if not faster.  I also expect that the next four months will teach me more about life and religion than a lifetime of school or church, which is exciting in itself.  I look forward to the time spent overseas, and I’m excited to share my experiences when I return!

 

Time for bed for me now, can’t afford to not get enough sleep this week.  Next week will be spent recovering from jet-lag and culture-shock, and an overwhelming amount of sweet potatoes!

 

Life is good, God is great!

-Kyle

 

Wednesday, January 3rd

Well, I’m back!  My much enjoyed Christmas break ended a few days ago and I’m currently in Minnesota, getting in some training sessions, and last-minute work done before our grand departure for Papua New Guinea.  Our plane tickets don’t exactly exist yet, because we’re waiting on some last minute details from our missionary contacts in Papua New Guinea, but we’re really excited!

 

We’ve been hanging out here in St. Paul for since Monday, getting important information about overseas stuff like finances, mail, and how to get through culture shock.  This weekend each of the international teams head out to our host churches for about a week to do some individual preparations with the support of the churches housing us.

 

I’m taking my laptop overseas with me, but I’m not confident that I’ll have any reliable internet access at all, so after next week, this page may become rather dormant.  We will be mailing journals home, so it might be worth it to check the journal section of our Youth Encounter website (see link above).  Hopefully that will be kept fairly up-to-date, but I guarantee nothing.  I’ll try to update this as much as possible over the next week until we fly out.  And once I find out when we’re flying, where, and how, I’ll get that up here too.

 

It’s good to be back, and the next phase excites us all, and makes us all anxious, pray for nothing but smooth sailing from here on out!

 

Life is good, God is great!

-Kyle

 

 

Friday, December 15th

I get to come home tomorrow for two weeks!  I fly home tomorrow evening, and I’m looking forward to sleeping in every day.

 

Laip stap gut, Papa God stap gut tumas!

-Kyle

 

Thursday, November 23rd

Happy Thanksgiving!

Our team achieved the Thanksgiving Trifecta today, visiting three locations along the gulf coast for some turkey and mashed potatoes.  Two of them were at work camps, one here and one in Biloxi, the other one was at the house of a couple who had their house fixed-up by people from Camp Victor.  Actually, we had turkey dinner yesterday with Liz’s cousins in Gulfport, and we also had some Thanksgiving Dinner-flavored Jones Soda, which was kinda gross.  So in total, we had five Thanksgivings in 48 hours, it was great!

 

Tomorrow we go back to work, sanding and priming the house we’ve been working on.  Hopefully by Saturday or Monday we can begin painting, as long as everything goes well…

 

I posted new pictures for every month because I just got some pictures from Emily’s camera.  Check them out!

 

Life is good, God is great!

-Kyle

 

 

 

Tuesday, November 22nd

We’ve been here at Camp Victor, in Ocean Springs, MS for the last couple of days.  We didn’t really know what to expect when we arrived, we knew we’d be doing something related to the Katrina relief effort, but we didn’t really know what that was.  Sunday night after we arrived they served dinner to us and the other groups here.  Then we met the founder of the organization, and heard his story of how Camp Victor came about and has been growing ever since.  It was quite an interesting and powerful insight into the events following the disaster.  We also got our job assignments soon after arriving, but we were still unsure of what to expect.  Monday was our first work day, so we thought we were going to head out the house we were assigned to work at, but while we were in the warehouse getting supplies, the two of the day’s seven semi trailers arrived, filled with donated materials.  We offered our services in the unloading process in any way we could help, and we all ended working in some way or another in the warehouse and distribution center, doing random things.  I used a pallet jack pretty much all day, making room for the contents of the seven semi trailers.  I also took a nap on a huge pile of carpet rolls, it was pretty comfortable.  It was a good opportunity to see some of the behind-the-scenes operations that go on at relief centers.  There are three Katrina cats that hang around the Camp as well, and two of them are warehouse dwellers, so I was having them chase random objects around the warehouse.

 

Today was our first day at our assigned site.  We were given a house to work on that had some work done already, but nobody knew where the last crew had left off, so we kinda went in to it blind.  We brought some paint rollers, as well as some drywall mudding supplies, which was good because we got there and found the house ready to have a second round of mud put on the drywall.  So we slopped some goop on the wall, and then started putting a base coat of paint on the ceiling.  Then we made a trip to Lowes to get stuff for putting on the primer, which we’ll probably do tomorrow.  We also each got to pick a paint color for a room of our choice, so we all browsed the paint section for our favorite hue.  I chose “Champagne Tickle” which is a very, very, very light yellowish color.  It was a fun way to feel more part of the project.  Our project “leader” is really cool too.  He’s fun and easygoing, and we don’t have to worry about messing up, probably because we’re all older than he is.  The lady who owns the house was so nice to us as well.  She almost insisted on us not working at her house this week because of thanksgiving.  “God knows what I need, and I have to be patient.”  We’ll definitely enjoy chatting with her and getting to know her story.

 

Our fall tour is wrapping up, sometimes it seems really fast, sometimes it seems really slow, but we’re all excited for what’s to come.  Each one of us is looking forward to being home for Christmas, as well as our overseas tour.  We’re getting more excited as we receive more information about Papua New Guinea, and the increased possibility of Hawaii!  We’re excited about where we’ve been, where we’re at, and where we’re going.  We head north soon, out of the cool gulf breeze into the frigid air of Wisconsin, South Dakota, and Minnesota, yay for hats and gloves.

 

Life is good, God is great!

-Kyle

 

 

Saturday, November 18th

We leave Kurt’s place in Atlanta, GA today.  We’re heading a little south and a little west to Montgomery, AL.  After that we go to Ocean Springs, MS for a week at Camp Victor.  We heard that there was some flooding down there after the big storms passed through this region.  We’re excited to be moving on and see new places and meet new people.  I’m a little anxious to see the condition of things in the gulf coast, but I’m not thrilled about the drive north afterwards.  Apparently it gets cold in the Midwest this time of year, but I’ve been enjoying the 60+ degree weather we’ve had down here.  I might be begging for a snowstorm in a couple of months as I sit in the 100 degree heat with 99% humidity in Papua New Guinea.  I think I may find out the true meaning of sunburn.

 

Life is good, God is great!  Go buckeyes!

-Kyle

 

Wednesday, November 15th

Another town, another church, another host family, and another bed. It seems like it could all get very monotonous very quickly, but somehow it never seems to get old or routine. Each church, town, and host family is unique and amazing in its own way. It becomes harder and harder to pick my favorite booking as the days go by!

 

The past couple of days have been phenomenal. We got to meet some amazing Christians in Weddington, North Carolina, as well as eat some fantastic Mexican food. Being back on the road is so great; I look forward to pushing on and going new places. For instance, we get to go hang out with my brother tomorrow, which I am extremely excited about. However, I hate to risk getting so excited about the future that I forget the task at hand, but that excitement helps you get through the not-so-amazing times. All in all, life’s been busy, and therefore very fast. It’s hard to believe that in a month we’ll be home for Christmas break! God’s work isn’t so hard after all!

 

Laip stap gut, Papa God stap gut tumas!

 

-Kyle Scobie

 

 

Wednesday, November 11th

Life on the road has been interesting, to say the least.  Actually, until yesterday, we hadn’t really been “on the road” for three weeks.  Being in pseudo community-based mode in Virginia and then going back out on the road for the remaining tour makes things interesting.  I forgot how to sleep in a moving bed, I forgot how to live off of junk-food, and I also forgot that what it meant to not really have a concrete schedule that extends beyond the next morning.  However, I find myself to be a fast learner, so I imagine that it should be easy to re-learn some of those old habits.

 

I look forward to moving on though.  It was nice to be in one spot for a week or two-and I look forward to VBS season next year-but it’s also good to move along and keep moving.  When you’re in one place for a long period of time, it can be easy to settle in, get comfortable, and relax too much.  It can be all too simple to get a little lazy and lacking in the ministry department.  I have to give huge props to the community-based Lifeline team, because I have a feeling they have already found out how much of a different ballgame it is.  Not only do they get to plant some pretty important seeds, they get to be there when God does some gardening!  That’s one job that we as Christians can be thankful that we do not have, gardening.  It can be hard to be just a planter, but it’s a lot easier than pullin’ weeds and pruning vines.  Getting dirty, stained, and pricked by thorns is not a fun job.  It reminds me of a sermon I heard from Vicar Bugg at Gloria Dei in Hampton.  A couple of disciples ask Jesus for the best seats in Heaven, the seats at His right and left hand.  Jesus responds by asking "Can you drink from the same cup that I drink?"  Can we pull weeds, trim the hedges, and take a few thorns in the fingers, or worse, the head?  Can we drink the Cup?  Can we wear the Crown?  Only Jesus could wear the Crown, only Jesus can prune the vineyard.  We only have to scatter the seeds.  However, that doesn't mean the fields in which we sow are pleasantly filled with warm spring air and singing birds, but that's a different sermon.

 

Life is good, God is great!

-Kyle Scobie

 

 

Friday, November 3rd

Well, it’s been almost two weeks, so you’re probably wondering why I’ve been absent from my website.  Well, busy doesn’t begin to describe the past two weeks.  Never mind the fact that I didn’t have internet last week to do anything.  However, I’m back now and I hope that I get back into a consistent mode of posting journals.  I’ve already updated the pictures and videos (there’s even a video with sound!) so check those out if you haven’t yet.

 

We left Gloria Dei in Hampton, Virginia this past Tuesday afternoon and drove across town (a whole 20 minutes!) to Newport News (more like Newpert Neews if you live here though).  We’re working with Reformation Lutheran Church for the week (which is almost over, weird).  It was hard to leave Gloria Dei; we had so much fun there, but it’s good to move on and see new things.  We get to go to Ocean Springs, Mississippi in a couple weeks to help with relief efforts, and we found out yesterday that we also get to make a trip to Liz’s church in South Dakota right before our mid-winter training, which is right before Christmas break.  She’s especially excited, and so are we, because we’ve never done anything in a Southern Baptist church before.  I’m not really looking forward to the winter weather we’re apparently going to be traveling into, but come January we’ll skip winter altogether when we head out to Papua New Guinea.  As we move closer and closer to the time of departure we’ve been learning more and more about the culture and language and some of the things we’re going to be experiencing.  For instance, we discovered that the word for helicopter in Pidgin English, the language we have to learn, is mixmasta bilong Jesus Christ, and the word for quiet is i no gat nois.  So we’ve had some fun with our new language learning.  We learned some other interesting words and cultural tibits, but I don’t think I should post it up here.  So if you really want to be amused, I’ll e-mail you with some of that.

 

Here at Reformation Lutheran we’ve been involved and kept in the mix with the regular activities of the church fairly well.  We had a potluck the night we got here, and the following evening as well right before our concert.  It was the first concert we’ve had in six weeks, so we were glad to finally do one, but we were also a bit nervous about it too.  It ended up going really well.  The church also has an all-day childcare, so we’ve been hanging out with pre-k kids the past few days, which is exhausting, but extremely fun at the same time (I still want to be a teacher).  We also did a spiel with the confirmation class last night.  Today we’re going next door to a nursing home to do a little program for the residents there.  We’ll also help with the services on Sunday, and we’re going bowling with some college students Monday night (Yay for PEERS!).

 

Our host homes this week are really cool.  Josh and are have been staying with this family with two high school boys, but they’re going out of town for the weekend, so we’ll have our own house for the weekend.  Tara is staying with a doctor who has a HUGE house (multi-million dollar huge) on the James River.  He’s got bathrooms everywhere, security cameras everywhere, and the doorway to his room is a sliding wall with a keypad.  He also has two pop machines in his house.  I’m glad I don’t have to clean it.

 

So now you’re all up to speed on my life.  Actually we’ve done a ton more than that, but I’m no in the mood to write a novel any time soon.  As always, feel free to send me an email (kyle@kylescobie.com) at any time to leave a comment or ask a question.  Also, check out my pictures, October has more than 200 pictures now, and I added some to September too that my teammates had taken.  Check back soon for November, that’ll start filling up fast I’m sure.  Until my next post;

 

Laip stap gut, Papa God stap gut tumas! (Life is good, God is great!)

-Kyle

 

Saturday, October 21st

Still in Hampton!  About a week left till we move on to Newport News, VA.

We’re still having loads of fun as we continue our tour here in Virginia.  We’ve been here for a week, and we’ve been fairly busy with many different things at Gloria Dei Lutheran.  There are three pastors and two vicars that serve this church, and the church also has a day school.  We’ve done chapels and a nursing home, as well as taught a lesson for the first grade students (we’re hoping to all the grades).  There is also a possibility for us to go onto Langley Air Force Base and do something for the people there, which would be really unique and cool.  We also had a planning session for the VBS program we’re doing here next summer.  All of this and more keeps us fairly busy, but the church has also been really great about giving us free time as well.  We went to Busch Gardens in Williamsburg for their “Howl-o-scream” event.  We got to ride some roller coasters (and a water ride, bad idea), as well as go through some really cheesy haunted mazes.  We’ve also gone to the beach at the Chesapeake Bay, where we played some Frisbee, waded in the water, and buried Josh in the sand (see pictures).  I made a snowman in the sand, and we found a huge dead jellyfish that looked like a big pile of snot (we had some fun with that concept).  We also got to go to a game night that one of the small bible study groups had, where we played Catchphrase for two hours.  That game had some more than interesting moments to it for sure.

 

Today the girl scouts held a bazaar at the church, so we wandered around the booths for a bit before we rehearsed at the church.  One of the host families for next week bought us all a massage at the bazaar.  I felt like jell-o afterwards, and it was awesome.

 

My host family this week has been really great!  I don’t get to see them very much because we’re all very busy, but they have been more than generous (as most of our host homes have been), and I’ve enjoyed the relaxation I’ve received at their home.  They have great food, wireless internet, and a big television with all the baseball games as well, so I’m more than taken care of.  Next week I get to stay with one of the vicars, so I’m pretty excited about that.  He seems like a really cool guy, and we’ve already planned a euchre party at his apartment next week.

 

We’ve been blessed once again to have such a great mission field to work in.  We’re excited for next week here at Gloria Dei, as well as the weeks to come as we venture into new territory.  We’re still in the dark about where we’re going after Newport News, but I’m not really worried about it.  We aren’t called to a specific location so much as just called to work.

 

Life is good, God is great!

-Kyle

 

Tuesday, October 17th

Meet Virginia!

Well, our two-week adventure in Hampton, VA has begun!  We arrived Saturday evening to an all-you-can-eat fish fry!  Then we were introduced to the congregation on Sunday.  On Monday we had a day off, so Josh and I made a trip to Guitar Center (heaven on earth) in Virginia Beach.  I have one interesting story from that trip.  If you really want to know, send me an email or something.  Then today we met with the pastor and the two vicars about what they want us to do for them.  Then we did two chapel-like things with two different pre-k classes.  That was hilarious (most of them are).  I had an odd chat with a little girl afterwards about whether or not the puppets were real.  It’s difficult, because we aren’t supposed to admit to kids that the puppets aren’t real creatures, but sometimes the kids were scared, like this girl was.  There’s a fine line somewhere, and I danced all over it.

 

My host home is really awesome.  I’m by myself, and they’re really nice, quiet people.  They hosted a small-group bible study tonight, so I got to be a part of that.  We had some good discussions about evangelism, contemporary worship, and cookies (they were really good!)  Every night we go upstairs to the “den” and watch television together, usually sports or game shows.  It’s a lot of fun, and relaxation!

 

Check out the new photos I put up.  We took a very short trip through Washington D.C. and took some good pictures.  I’ll put more up of our time in Hampton as I take more of them.  Also, check out the videos I’ve taken.  I’m hoping get more of those too.  Most of them won’t have sound, but you can see some of what’s been going on in action!  Feel free to look at the New Dawn section on the Youth Encounter website, I put a link to it here, so you can read the team journals, as well as see some more pictures.

 

We’re really looking forward to working with this church for the next two weeks.  There are a lot of great things going on already, and we can’t wait to jump in and run with them!  Check back for updates on what’s going on, and for pictures and videos of my life on the road!

 

Life is good, God is great!

-Kyle 

 

 

Wednesday, October 11th

(This one’s convoluted, so bear with me!)

 

We left Michigan testerday, my house to be exact.  It kinda made me sad, but I know that there are other states with good experiences.  We’ll be in Virginia for at least three weeks, so I’d better get used to another state for sure.  I’m pretty certain that there are some wonderful people to be met and share in fellowship, God provides a number of things, including people.  However, I seriously doubt I’ll meet another host mom that can cook like my own mom, but that doesn’t mean I shouldn’t sleep.  In addition, I probably won’t have another bed as comfortable as my own bed, but that doesn’t mean I shouldn’t sleep.  The remainder of the tour won’t be as easy as living at home.  That brings me to a very important point, so bear with me.  My point is this: If you are forced out of your box, you can’t reserve yourself for only the things with which you are familiar or else you will you die, both spiritually and physically.  Our Christian walk isn’t supposed to be easy, and as full-time workers in the mission field, we are Satan’s number-one target for inflicting pain and discomfort.  Just as Jesus says in John 10, “I came that you may have life, and have it to the full.”  Life to the full, abundant life, crazy life!  Jesus promises that in Him, we will be given a full and abundant life.  Full of what?  Good and bad, joy and pain, laughter and tears.  Is there a storm raging in your life?  It will pass.  Is life going awesome, superb, and honeymoon-like?  It will pass!  Even though there’s some moments of uncomfortable nature, Jesus gives us those moments so that we can have life to the full.  Could be worse however, because we could have a ton of stuff going on, but not have someone to worry about it for us.  God doesn’t call you to do his work, and then not provide for you.  He isn’t a stingy war general, sending troops into battle without proper supplies.  He gives us food and a place to sleep, every night.  Eat and have rest, for tomorrow is a new day, and maybe a new state, but it’s all the same battle field.

 

Life is good, God is great!

-Kyle

 

 

Tuesday, October 10th

We left Michigan today.  Slight sadness lurks behind the excitement for something completely new and different.  We’ve been all over Michigan the past week.  We started in the Porkies with the Tomahawk youth group.  Camping was kinda cold, kinda wet, but really cool.  The U.P. is really beautiful, especially in the fall, and especially along Lake Superior.  From there we went to Ewen, the small but mighty town of less than 500.  We went bowling on Saturday night, and did two services at two different churches on Sunday morning.  Then we went to Escanaba, where we just hung out with some kids and adults for a couple hours, and then we went to our host homes.  Josh and I had to go to the bus station at two a.m. to pick up our staff person for on-the-road-training.  So we were up late watching movies with our host dad, who was really cool.  Us boys and the girls both had awesome host homes, and we hope to go back to Escanaba next summer.  From Escanaba, we went to East Jordan, which is near Traverse City.  We did a Nursing Home (a little music, a little chatting, a LOT of bingo).  I got a bunch of kisses on the cheek from one elderly lady in particular; I think she thought she knew me.  From omeHoithere we went to Saginaw, where we did a chapel and a Nursing Home.  No kisses or bingo this time, but a lot more talking, which was fun.  After Saginaw, we went to Clinton Township near Detroit.  We had just a preschool chapel there, which was fun and funny.  Little kids can come up with rather funny observations.  Since we only did the noon chapel, which was like fifteen minutes, we had the rest of the day to hang out and plan for our next booking.  Then we sat around and watched television, and I got to hang out and chat with the world-famous Josh Kittleman of Concordia Ann Arbor fame.  It was fun stuff indeed!  From Clinton Township we went to Jackson, where we once again had amazing host homes.  We did a school chapel, a potluck (relational eating at its finest), a pseudo lock-in with some middle school kids, and two Sunday services.  We also watched the Michigan-Michigan State game and the Tigers-Yankees game, at the same time, while having a cookout.  Good times, except U of M won.  After we ate, some of us went to the Jackson Parlor, where Josh ordered the famed “Dare to be Great.”  This was after he ate seven chicken quarters, so he only ate eight of the eleven pounds of ice-cream they served him (see October photos).  He couldn’t move very well afterward, and he got really cold too for some reason.  I got the 32 oz. root beer float, as usual.  After Jackson we went to my house.  It was good to be home, especially good for food reasons.  I also got to swap out some of my clothes for different stuff so I can wear shirts I’m not sick of.  We did a mini-program at the Training School in Adrian, which went extremely well.  We sang the “Chew My Gum” song for ten minutes, and the young women there were really into everything.  On Monday (yesterday), Tara’s family came from Canada and hung out.  They took us out to lunch, and ate dinner at my house.  We had fun and I got to see my family, and Dana, so that was super awesome!  Then we drove about 2 ½ hours today to Mansfield, OH.  Once again our hosts are really cool.  We seem to get really lucky with the host home situation, mostly.

 

The food’s good, the road’s good, the people are great!

 

Life is good, God is great!

-Kyle

 

 

Monday, October 2nd

Yay for Michigan!  It’s good to feel somewhat home.  Actually, we’re still in the U.P. of Michigan, and I’m a troll (I live “under the bridge”) but it’s good to see familiar ways of marking the highway system.  We drove from Wisconsin into Michigan on Friday afternoon with a youth group from Tomahawk, WI.  While in Tomahawk we all stayed in this cabin in the woods that was owned by a doctor and his wife and kids.  The doctor has run the Iditarod four times, so he had 30+ Alaskan Huskies (and months-old puppies!)  They also had some horses, so we got to go horseback riding Friday morning before we left with the youth group.  We camped with youth group Friday night in the Porcupine Mountains, right on the edge of Lake Superior, and we were with them through lunch on Saturday when we left for Ewen, MI, a small town with a huge heart.  We went bowling with the youth in Ewen (my highest game of three was a 91) and then did two entire Sunday services at two different churches.  We met some wonderful people in Ewen, which is fairly famous with past New Dawn teams apparently.  After the Sunday service drove to Escanaba, a large town (relatively speaking for the U.P.) on Lake Michigan.  Two great lakes in one weekend, pretty impressive.  After a couple days in Escanaba, we go across the bridge to the Lower Peninsula, where we’ll eventually end up at my house!  Yay home, yay food, yay for not having to use a road map!

 

The road has been good to us so far.  I’m starting to learn how to delegate certain parts of my Program Coordinator job, like the stress.  It’s actually possible to delegate stress, I’ve discovered how (If you want the secret, send me a letter with a sum of money or something).  As you can imagine, putting five complete strangers in a van after a month of what would best be described as mixers and get-to-know-you games can create some interesting side effects.  These effects include, but are not limited to; unknown, unpleasant, and unclaimed odors; funny, strange, and awkward inside jokes; and dirty looks from the rear-view mirror.  Perhaps the most important thing we have all learned, or rather, been pleasantly made aware of, is that in relational ministry, it is not only important to know what you’re doing, it is also important to be prepared that what we may know about the days activities could be completely wrong.  So, in review, the two important things about relational ministry are, one, know what’s going on; two, be ready for when what you know isn’t correct.  You may never know because instead of having a program tomorrow, you may have one within an hour of arriving at the church.

 

Life is good, God is great! (And so is Michigan, go Buckeyes!)

-Kyle Scobie

 

Monday, September 25th

Yay for days off!  Yup, it’s Monday, the official Sabbath of Youth Encounter.  We’re all in one host home in Prairie Du Chien, WI (translation: Prairie Dog).  Basically, it’s a mansion.  Josh and I have the whole basement to ourselves, and the basement is a house in itself, complete with a kitchen, bathroom, and ping pong table.  The couple hosting us has a huge house that sits at the base of a bluff near the Mississippi River.  It’s a small town, with a Wal-Mart and a Cabelas, so it’s growing.

 

We traveled from Black River Falls yesterday afternoon.  In Black River Falls we did a Saturday night church service, and a lock-in with the middle school youth group.  The lock-in was fun; I forgot what a diverse level of maturity a group of middle school kids can have.  We got to play a bunch of games with them, and eat pizza (our first official pizza), and we did a little Bible study with them.  Then we did two Sunday services, jumped in our van, and went south to our present location.  Sunday night we did a program at a medium-security prison.  Some of us were a little nervous at first, but the men that came were very receptive to it and seemed to appreciate everything we did.  It was really funny at the end of the program, Tara was giving a little spiel to wrap up the night.  She announced that we would do our last song, and then she said “After the song you will be free to go.”  Then she remembered that we were at a prison, and nobody was “free to go”, and everyone started laughing and cheering.  She felt dumb about it, but I thought it was genius comedy.  I wish I would have thought of that. 

 

Our day off today was nice, and still is.  Our host home has wireless internet, and enough space to have time to ourselves.  The host mom is an excellent cook, so the food it great.  She made homemade hot fudge; home away from home.  There’s also a local grocery store that sells a really rich caramel dip.  I tried some; you can almost taste each granule of sugar on your tongue!  Wisconsin is pretty nice, except I haven’t had decent cell phone reception since the day we started.  I suppose it won’t get too much better when we go to the Upper Peninsula, but I’ll be so excited about being in Michigan, finally a new state, and lingo I understand!

 

Tomorrow we drive to Evansville Wisconsin, which is just south of Madison.  We have a program there on Wednesday night for a confirmation class, and on Thursday we go like six hours north to the church we get to go camping with in the Porcupine Mountains.  We’ve been slowly stocking up on the warm clothes for that one!  After the camping trip, we’ll officially be touring Michigan, go Buckeyes!

 

Life is good, God is great!

-Kyle

 

Thursday, September 21st

We traveled from Wisconsin Rapids to Siren today, about a five hour drive.  In Wisconsin Rapids we did a morning Chapel service at a Lutheran School for what was supposed to be 45 minutes, but we turned it into an hour, so the kids were excited to miss class for a bit.  The seemed to really enjoy being absolutely goofy and crazy, which is great for Youth Encounter teams.  Soon after that we did a fifteen minute thing with the preschool at the hosting church, we sang the Hippo Song and did a puppet show, which the kids laughed at the entire time, even though it wasn’t always funny.  It was a ton of fun, especially since these kids all had a five second attention span.  That night we had a worship service where we just led songs and I gave a little message, I told a story about how I got lost in a cornfield playing hide-and-seek, and how I relate it to the prodigal son story.  Then, after the service, we had a two-hour hang out/bible study with the youth group, which was fun.  I led a game, yay.

 

My host family was great, they were all soccer players, and the mom made awesome pancakes for breakfast, and fresh applesauce, which made me think of home, in a good way, which is always kinda nice.  We left Wisconsin Rapids this morning, got to Siren, Wisconsin this afternoon, and had a potluck and program this evening.  There were about 30 people there, so it was a nice, small church.  The potluck was amazing, and the program went really well.  There was a two-year-old girl there that was just running all around us and dancing during the program.  There were a few times that she would run up to Josh and just want him to hold her while he sang, so  it was like having a sixth member most of the service.  She was absolutely hilarious.  Then, our contact person gave us gift baskets with soap and deodorant and candy!  Despite the small group, and slight unprepared feeling we always have, it went really well and we got to chat with a variety of amazing people, young and old.

 

Friday is our day off.  Josh and I are in the same home for the day, so we’ll be doing laundry and sleeping in; two things that make us all happy afterwards.  This weekend we go to a prison for a worship service.  We’re all really excited for that.  We also get to go tent camping in the Porcupine Mountains of the Upper Peninsula next weekend with a youth group.  It’ll be fun, but really cold at night. 

 

The food’s been good, the hospitality has been first-class, the stress has been worth it, mostly.

 

Life is good, God is great!

-Kyle

 

Saturday, September 17th (ten days have past since the last one, I know)

I woke up this morning in the usual way, rolling over and sighing because I had to get out of bed.  Then I realized that I had just been commissioned the previous night by Doctor, Reverend, President, and Poet Larry Johnson.  That meant that today (Saturday, September 16th, 2006) was the first day of being in a full-time ministry position.  I also realized that it was the first official day back in the real world.  I guess a lot has happened since we’ve been gone in northern Minnesota for three weeks and another week at a camp in Wisconsin.  I think last night was the first time I saw a television on since being at the airport in Detroit a month ago.  It’s weird to turn on the news and see continuing coverage of something you didn’t know happened.  Not knowing about progress of the wars in various places is interesting, because war is always a fast-paced news story that you can’t just dive into at random moments and expect to understand it.  Apparently the Pope made some controversial comments recently (go figure, the Pope, a major leader in the Christian faith, being controversial in a secular world).  The other huge thing I was surprised by was that the Crocodile Hunter died.  All due respect however, when you make your living keeping dangerous pets, some things become less surprising.  So begins the year of being out of the loop, yet still so involved that there’s no time to be tired.  Of course, there are so many interesting people to meet and greet that sleep isn’t a priority.

 

So we began this morning by climbing in a huge van with a trailer filled with tons of stuff, pulling out onto the open road, and driving for three hours to our first destination, Onalaska, Wisconsin.  We just finished our first “program” which was just a worship service where we led the music.  We also have two church services to do tomorrow morning at the same church, and then we have a program Sunday night in a town fifteen minutes away.  It certainly doesn’t feel like we’re going all over the world yet, but with time I’m sure that we’ll have more than our share of riding in a van.

 

God is definitely teaching me many things, mostly about myself, but also how to deal with and relate to all sorts of people.  It’s fun, ambiguous, and exhausting, but mostly exciting.  So begins the year (which will more than likely turn into a lifetime) of ministry, and, hopefully, tons of God’s grace.  I need it.

 

Life is good, God is great!

-Kyle Scobie

 

Thursday, September 7th

Today is my birthday!  Still the youngest person on my team (I guess you can’t pass anybody).

 

Life is good, God is great!

-Kyle

 

Wednesday, September 6th

So I guess it’s been a week since I’ve written anything.  That either means life is busy, or that I’m a procrastinator, probably both.  In any case, life is still very exciting, and this could be a long posting.  Earlier this week we had the infamous “Solitude” which is pretty much a 21.75 hour period of silence with no human interaction, no music, no cell phones (no reception to begin with), no computers, nothing at all.  It started at seven p.m. Sunday night and went into Monday afternoon.  I tried to sleep out in the woods, but I failed to realize prior to setting up my little camp that strange noises sound even more strange at night, especially in the middle of the woods.  Not to mention the fact that a hunting season open recently in Minnesota, and certain gunshot noises make being in the woods an uneasy experience (it turned out to be fireworks, which, while pretty, kept me from feeling safe).  Needless to say, I packed up my camp and went back to camp.  I still slept outside, just not in the woods.  Another thing about sleeping outside in northern Minnesota is that, while the day can be very warm and nice, once the sun goes down, it gets cold.  So at five a.m. when I awoke kinda chilly, I wasn’t going back to bed.  So I got up, ate breakfast, watched the sunrise, watched the fog roll over the lake, and went for a two hour kayak ride on the lake (see pictures, hopefully soon).  I also went for a hike in the woods (yes, the very woods I left the previous night for reasons relating to the nervous system).  Monday afternoon I spent in a canoe.  I definitely took a nap in the canoe in the middle of the lake and got some sun on my face, but it was a good rest.  Overall, the solitude time was well worth the rejuvenation, but it was weird to ignore people all day.  Sometimes you don’t realize the personal importance of things until they’re not there.  You also realize what things you don’t miss when you get them back, like sessions where people talk for an hour or two about paperwork that needs to be done while on the road.

 

Yesterday we voted on and received our team jobs.  Each team has about twelve positions or so that need to be filled like team leader, treasurer, ministries liaison, program coordinator, etc.  Most of the jobs just mean you are in charge of seeing things in those areas get completed through delegation of certain tasks or facilitating discussion about things, which is good because when you have less people on your team, each person gets more jobs.  I have three jobs on team apart from the ministry aspect of things.  Least stressful would have to be Technology Manager.  Basically with that I am in charge of the team laptop and projector.  That means that I pretty much have it in my sight at all times or else I die (no stress).  Next on the list is Vehicle Manager.  I keep track of gas, mileage, maintenance, and all things van and trailer related.  I have a monthly report I have to fill out, which determines whether I get my monthly stipend.  My biggest job on team in the Program and Culture Coordinator.  Pretty much whenever you see a program or something, I make sure we have something to do for it.  I facilitate the discussion on what songs, skits, and puppet shows we do, as well as rehearsal schedules.  On the culture end of things, I lead the way in preparing our team for overseas travel.  I have to make sure we set aside time in the schedule for learning things about Papua New Guinea, especially language stuff, but also cultural and religious traditions.  This is probably my most stressful job, so I am looking forward to delegating some of the tasks and the stress as well.

 

Today, like ever other day, we ate a lot (it seems like we’re always eating, which isn’t bad because the food is almost as good as my mom’s).  We also had a bunch of two-hour sessions about our jobs, where we learned all about the stress we would learn to deal with as we realized the full description of each job.  Then we shared with our teammates the amount extra stuff each job implied (who knew sending five or more twentysomethings out on the road for a year would have to be so organized).  It’s all good though, we’re all fairly excited about it.  I also meant to officially say that our member, Josh Tomac, arrived Sunday evening, and we are all glad of his arrival, especially me because now I have a male teammate!  He’s a Youth Encounter alum, so his experience should better our team greatly.

 

We’ve been preparing for Rally Day, where we have our first real booking.  This Sunday, the 10th, we’ll do some special music at a nearby church and a puppet show, we’ll also stay in host homes the night before, so pray that we’re ready.  Stress and excitement sometimes just have to go hand in hand.

 

Life is good, God is great!

-Kyle

 

 

Wednesday, August 30th

I got up at 6:30 this morning, and it was my day off!  Most of you guys will be surprised by that, but it’s true.  I set my alarm for 6:30 so I could be up before loud people started being loud.  I like it to be fairly quiet in the morning; my ears wake up even slower than I do.  So I got up early, went for a walk, sat on the dock and read, and then had breakfast with other quiet people.  Then I gathered all my dirty laundry for our day off.  Day off means clean laundry, which means, “Yay for clean clothes!”

 

So a vanload of people went to one of the nearby towns called Walker, where we did laundry, and ate lunch.  Dairy Queen not only has amazing Oreo Blizzards, they have amazing super chili cheese dogs as well, of which I had two.  Camp food is great, but a little DQ heaven can hit quite a spot.  The rest of the afternoon I spent hanging out and playing games and music with people and by myself.  It’s nice to not have to play team music every day.

 

Tonight I helped lead a worship service in the chapel, which was cool.  Afterwards however, I started to feel kinda stuffed up and my throat started to hurt, so hopefully I’m not getting sick and I can just sleep it off (no more 6:30 I guess, oh no).  Anyway, tomorrow we get back into the routine again with sessions and rehearsals, so I’m hoping for good health; otherwise the day could turn out to be pretty long.

 

Hoping to get some more pictures up soon, I tried today, but no luck.

 

Life is good, God is great!

-Kyle

 

 

Sunday, August 27th

Waking up for the first time at Luther Dell was quite the experience.  I’m not really a morning person, but that’s usually because I have nothing that I particularly like getting up for.  However, I haven’t felt a desire to sleep-in since the day before I left.  I wanted to get up a little early this morning especially to go down by the lake and sit in the peace and quiet.  This plan worked until the minute the minute that I sat down, which is when loud people begin to exist, making the quiet not so much anymore.  I quickly decided my nice, tranquil morning was not meant to be, so I just hung out in the noise until morning worship, and after that was breakfast. 

 

We unloaded all the musical instruments and sound equipment after breakfast, which was exciting because it meant that we would actually begin playing music soon, which we did; after lunch we had our first of three sectionals for whatever instrument we were going to be playing (guitar for me, no kidding).  We also had our second sectional today just before dinner, so now we have a good grasp of the music and what we’re doing with it. 

 

One of the many benefits of Luther Dell is the lake and the fact that there are a bunch of canoes to use at our leisure.  One of my teammates, Liz, and I decided to go for a short ride along the shore to scope things out.  It was cool to be out on the lake because it’s always really calm.  It’s a good way to get to know someone because you’re kinda stuck there with them (or in cases involving me, stuck there with me).  Plenty more canoe trips in the next two weeks for sure.

 

I’m also really looking forward to when our fifth teammate Josh gets here.  It seems to be a pretty definite thing now, and apparently he’s an extrovert, so it will be good for our team because so far we’re all introverts.  It’ll be interesting to see how he fits in at first because of what’s already been established with our team, but we’re all ready to welcome him and make him a part of New Dawn.  Overall, we’re excited to be blessed by his presence.

 

Life is good, God is great!

-Kyle

 

 

Saturday, August 26th

Today we endured the long van ride up to Luther Dell, a camp up in northern Minnesota, outside of a little town called Remer.  The drive was cool, each team had it’s own van and trailer to haul up to camp for some extra practice, so it was nice to be able to drive some more.  We also got some quality, unstructured team time to chat and joke about stuff while we were riding.  Once we got to camp, we got settled in and ate the first of many amazing camp meals.  The area around camp is extremely awesome too, because there’s a nice lake, woods all around, and plenty of activities to do.  It feels pretty good to be away from city lights and sounds, and to be able to look up on a clear night and see more stars than I’ve ever seen, even in Blissfield.  Luther Dell is very much a unique and special place; perfect for growth, relaxation, and solitude.

 

Life is good, God is great!

-Kyle

 

 

Friday, August 25th

Just got back from our first team outing!  Once a month we get a specific time set aside for “team bonding” time.  It was really cool to just hang out and not have to be doing specific questions and activities.  We pretty much had the evening to do anything we wanted, so we went out to eat, and then we went to the Minnesota State Fair that’s going on in town right now.  It was pretty huge, with tons of people everywhere, but we had some good times (see photos), and good chats.  We also got to drive ourselves on our outings, so it was the first “we’re in a band” moment, which was kinda cool, briefly.  Also, this morning we did some team building stuff where we had a bag of balloon and as a team we had to build a tower with the balloons and some tape.  Then we were each given a slip of paper with a way to act when building the tower as a group.  My paper just said “slacker” so I sat around and played with unused balloons.  It was fun.  Then we talked about different roles we take on in a group, and our attitudes about people with certain negative traits (like “slacker”, they didn’t like me much for a little bit).  Good times, tons of fun, lot’s to learn! 

 

The past few days have been kinda interesting because of the uncertainty of the Crossfire team.  Because it is currently just three girls, they can’t send them out as such a small team without any guys (you just can’t send three college-age girls to Africa alone).  There was a lot of talk about different solutions like splitting up the girls among the other two acoustic international teams.  There was also talk about splitting up my team (New Dawn) and putting some of us (mainly me) on Crossfire so they could send them out because then they wouldn’t have to cancel as many bookings (Crossfire is booked solid through December, we’re still finalizing a lot of our tour).  I am definitely really uneasy about the situation, because then I wouldn’t be going to Papua New Guinea, and the possibility of my very cool team being split up was not exciting at all (did I mention that my team is really cool and mature, unlike many teams at first).    Now it turns out that there is a guy named Josh who is still in the running for an international team.  He just needs to sign his Letter of Call!  If he accepts, he would join New Dawn, adding another male to our team (the ongoing joke is that I need another male to tell my fart jokes to, which is partly true; stereotypes exist for a reason.  We even made up a guy named Brad to be on our team for the time being, but we don’t get along).  There are still a couple more guys in the application process that hopefully get called and accept so the Crossfire team can go out, so there’s a lot of hope.  Youth Encounter always needs good, Christian men.  If you love God and play guitar or drums, you’ve got a good road into the ministry.

 

Tomorrow we make the four hour drive up to Camp Luther Dell for the remainder of training.  That’ll be cool, because then we start to play our instruments and learn songs and programming and all that good stuff.  We’ve started some driver education with the big vans and trailers, which will also continue at camp.  That’s been interesting and kinda fun (the van I have no problem with, the trailer can be a bit rough at times, so pray for that situation).  Overall it’s been going pretty well, despite the uncertainty of Crossfire and New Dawn.  Hopefully we’ll be settled as a team next week, and hopefully we’ll know where we’re going (always nice to know, but never really necessary when God’s in charge).  I’m learning a lot, unlearning a lot, and not sleeping enough.

 

Life is good, God is great!

-Kyle

 

 

Monday, August 21st

So I’m spoiling you guys with another post already; don’t count on this every day, because I won’t have enough access time to do more than check email after this week.  Actually, the only reason I’m updating this now is because there’s more that I know now about the way life will be for me for the next few weeks. 

 

Basically, my life for a while will consist of me getting up early, sitting through many different sessions covering many topics, eating food, learning about my teammates, and going to bed late.  We’re staying at host churches now, but on Saturday, we go up to northern Minnesota to Luther Dell, a church camp where we’ll really dive headfirst into this music ministry stuff.

 

We also found out today that, pending some last minute applications from a couple of guys who are considering being on team this year, I could have another guy on my team, or another guy and another girl, or a couple of girls, or nobody new at all.  We’re hoping for the two guys to both come on a team, so we’ll wait and see.

 

There are many more days of learning and growing ahead of me, and many more days of adjustment.  Still sleepy, hungry, and anxious, only more so.

 

Life is good, God is great!

-Kyle

 

Sunday, August 20th

I have arrived in Minneapolis, sleepy, hungry, and anxious.  Still unsure about what’s going on, but I know it will be fun and filled with opportunities for learning and growth.  Still getting settled in, but I’ve quickly learned the unofficial Youth Encounter motto is “Hurry up and wait!”  So I don’t expect to have all my questions answered about what I’m supposed to do.

 

I have met my teammates that I’ll be touring with for the year.  It looks like it’s gonna be me and three girls, Emily, Tara, and Liz, all older than me, so it should be interesting.  Yay for more sisters!  Actually they seem really cool and pumped about team, so I’m not worried about it. 

 

Like I said, it’s a year of adjustment and learning.  I’m ready for it all!

 

Life is good, God is great!

-Kyle