My Last Blog - "Go With God"

….Well, at least for this trip, my last blog. Moments like this you feel like you should have something really profound to say. You feel like you should be so much more enlightened, so much smarter… but here’s the secret. I’m not. Not really.

But, it wasn’t enlightenment that I was pursuing.

What I was pursuing is the place in this world that was mine, for just that (a) moment. A special place reserved only for me. And that’s probably the pursuit I’ll have for the next phase, and the next, and the next.

I saw so much; experienced things beyond description; loved in ways I never did before. I saw so much that is true; so much that is false. And I pursue both. Gold and fool’s gold

I wish I could say that my adventure here was without bad choices. But it wasn’t. I can’t run from my faults. I can’t run from being human. So, for those of you that are looking for that person to put up on a hill and commend for outstanding performance, I respectfully withdraw my name from consideration. I only say by God’s grace…..

What did I learn? Maybe nothing new, maybe just reinforcement of things God has already shown. If I want to make a difference in this world, I have to give my heart to the cause. And sometimes giving my heart comes without choice or even noticing that my heart is being given away. But for the people I’ve met, I do leave part of my heart here. And for you that want to make a difference, I think you too must leave your heart where you want to make a difference. No heart, no difference it seems.

I will not forget the moment when my Mom hugged me as I was leaving Miami in August to come here. I had no clue what I was doing. No clue what was going to happen. Feeling so empty of those that I left behind. And, just beyond that door (I couldn’t see) was this amazing adventure waiting for me.

Mom’s last words as I left, through her tears and mine, “Go with God”. And as you read the words on a page I’m guessing the meaning and intensity is somewhat lost, but those words have stuck with me throughout this journey. And what better words. And what better testimony to God. That through it all, the good and bad, God was there. Correcting, supporting, inviting, protecting, loving, and even disciplining.

So, the journey was one of God I hope. Not me. Not by my invitation, but His. Not because of who I am, but inspite of who I am. And I hope that anyone He’s calling, they’ll understand that it truly takes nothing special. Actually, it’s the opposite. It takes the ordinary and insignificant for God to make special. And that’s exactly what happened. It was insignificant and ordinary, and God made it incredibly special and extraordinary.

I’m writing this last blog on this deserted beach with my laptop computer. It is possibly one of the most beautiful beaches you’d ever see. Truly almost perfect. Palm trees hanging over the water; gentle breeze; big waves crashing on the rock; white sand, a slight curve to the alcove. Long and beautiful sand. Streams of fresh water coming from the mountains to the sea. The sun setting in the distance. Impossible to completely describe. But it’s really here; places like this really do exist. And in case it’s hard to imagine, I happened to have my camera, so here are the pictures. (at the bottom of this blog) And who’s on this beach?? No one, except me. Only one soul. A spot reserved for this moment, just for me. To finish my blog. It’s a perfect ending to this journey. Perfect.

I want you to know that I so much appreciate you letters, comments, and prayers. And even those the words on this page seem distant, please know your names and words and emails came to mind many times during this journey. They were fresh water to my soul. I know I didn’t make this trip alone. I know there were many joining me in many ways. And thanks for taking the journey with me. It would not have been the same without you.

And thank you God for this journey. I pray we all honored you with this journey.

Thanksgiving Pics

Me, to my left Tammie Wallace (Brian's in Guatemala studying Spanish), Laura Beth and Corey Lamb, in back TJ & Holly McCloud.




Not my best shot, but then again, not my best Thanksgiving meal. But very Thankful none the less!





The crew in Santo Domingo, in "Zona Colonial"

Two Weeks And Counting

This may be my next to the last entry. I was updating weekly, but news has become routine, so not much to blog about.

For Thanksgiving, the missionaries got together in a resort town called Caberete and enjoyed good times together. I have spent Thanksgivings in many places, but this probably felt less like Thanksgiving than any other place. I guess because we mostly had burgers and salads on the beach instead of traditional stuff. I did get the “Thanksgiving” special, but it wasn’t quite like you probably had.

We then headed to Santo Domingo for the weekend. It was good to spend the time with the missionaries, and learn more about the most significant (largest/capital) city here (supposedly 2.25M people). Christopher Columbus had a huge impact here. And, many things in Santo Domingo are the oldest in the “America’s”. Really interesting.

My Santiago family is doing well. But, now that I’m spending more time in Rio San Juan, we’re definitely in a pulling away mode. But, I think that’s good in the long run, for all of us. They’re getting more use to me not being around as much; and vice versa. It’s something we all knew had to come, but it’s not so easy.

I’ve been averaging about half my time in Rio San Juan which is were the missionary teams are. It’s certainly different than Santiago. No fast food; no American food, no grocery stores or anything else to speak of. No place to call my own. But, the folks here are great and warm, and I enjoy being around them. Any time I’m around people that seem to have given up everything to serve, they impress me.

Many people are asking if I’ve learned Spanish or how the Spanish is going. And to be honest, the questions (if I can be honest) get trying, because learning a language is extremely difficult to explain; and everyone learns at a different pace, and you don’t wake up one day and you’ve “learned” a language. All things I’ve learned since I started studying Spanish. There are days I understand what I consider a lot; and other days I think I’ve learned nothing. And, if you’ve never tried to really learn another language, there’s no real reference point. At least that was the case for me. Trying to learn a foreign language has made me so much more sympathetic to foreigners living outside their own country, trying to adjust to culture, language, and life in a new country. I’ve had it relatively easy compared to most others, but there are still days when I wonder what in the world am I doing. Another reason missionaries are so impressive to me.

Three months have passed. I’ve learned so much. And, as usual, learned I know so little. And, wonder what I’ve really learned and how best to use that knowledge. I could talk for days about culture and trying to understand where people are coming from and then try to know how to really help them. I am surrounded by people in need; we live in a dying world, but knowing how to help is really really challenging. Some things I thought of before I got here…. Just not so sure any more.

If I look back and see all the “stuff” I’ve been involved with, I’d have to say that adults really rarely change. True for myself (regrettably) true for others. Children can have remarkable changes, it seems. And often do. But what exactly that means for me personally, not sure. I think it means I’m planning to move more cautiously into the next phase of whatever my life brings. You start out wide eyed, and ignorant and ready to conquer the world. You end up with more knowledge (hopefully), more questions, and more understanding but also wondering what part of the world you want to tackle, and why. When you end up with choices, lots and lots of choices, choosing gets really hard. I don’t want to be a spectator sitting in the stands, but I also don’t want to be fighting for something that’s not worth fighting for.

I believe the answers lie in wisdom and I believe wisdom comes from God and I believe my receiving wisdom is based on faith. So, I’m hoping for a mustard seed of faith.

Is This the Same Kid

I've got an all points bulletin out for the kid I first met here when I arrived in the DR. His name is Paul and I seem to be missing him. There is a kid here living in this house that goes by Paul, looks like Paul, sounds like Paul, and sleeps in Paul's bed, but I'm pretty sure it's not Paul.

The Paul I met when I got here was allllll about Paul. His every waking thought seemed to be about Paul. And it almost drove me crazy.

But, this kid that lives in this house now and goes by the name "Paul" doesn't even remind me of the other kid. Here's the story.... (long and blah blah)

I started an "earn your allowance" program. Similar to a program my parents did when I was young; I give Marsil and Paul each $7.5 USD in dominations of 5 pesos coins (which is a total of 250 pesos; 50 coins), at the beginning of the week (a HUGE amount of money for a kid in the DR;which really concerned me). However, each time there is a violation of a house/family rule, or misbehavior, or something that needs correcting, I take away pesos. Mostly at 5 peso increments, but up to 20 pesos at a time, based on the issue. At the end of the week, whatever money they (Paul and Marsil) have left, that's their allowance for that week, and it starts over again every week. At the end of this past week, Paul and Marsil got their first payment. Paul earned 155 pesos (lost 95 pesos), out of a possible 250 pesos. Marsil's was 185 pesos (lost 65 pesos), out of a possible 250 pesos.

After I gave them the money last night, I gave them a long (and probably boring) talk about how God blesses. How he's blessed them. How God has blessed me. How I believe God calls me to help others, and blesses me (in many ways) even more when I do help. I challenged them to consider giving a part of their allowance to someone, and do it in God's name. It could be church, a person in need, anyone they felt needed encouraging. And, this was strickly optional; voluntary. It was not a requirement or a rule; it was suggestion to merely show how they recognized God's blessing and their desire to bless others, as God has them. And, through it all, they had smirks on their faces and half laughing (typical reactions of a 12 and 15 year old), but I got through the "talk" and let it go. Hoping they heard a little of it for future reference.

We then headed to the store 'cause the money is burning a hole in their pockets (like me at their age). And I'm expecting candy, and cartoon magazines, and junk for themselves, right?? That's what I would have done; that's that I DID do when I was their age. We get to the store, and Marsil, instead of junk, buys basically school supplies!!! And spends ALL his money. He did buy some candy, but it was for his brother!!! Okay, I'm confused. But not surprised, because it's Marsil and that's typical impressive Marsil. But, the story gets better....

Paul has been talking about a magazine he's wanted to buy. And has looked forward to buying it all week. Mentioning it to me several times; his plans to buy this Pokemon magazine. He goes to get it at the store; thumbs through it and then asks me a question. "Norm, I need your advice, would you buy this magazine if you were me?" Hard question! For one, cartoons were never my bag and I'm 43. 12 years old was a long time ago. I basically say all that, and tell him that I really think it needs to be his decision. He mills it over for like 5 minutes.

By now Marsil is getting anxious to leave the store; he has his stuff and is ready to head to the check out. Then, all the sudden, Paul puts down the magazine and goes over and gets a little plastic dump truck. Like a toy suitable for a 5 year old, not Paul. And out of ear shot, Marsil starts making fun of him. I immediately correct Marsil telling him it's VERY wrong of him to judge how Paul spends his money. It's Paul's money; he can spend it any way he likes. (this, all out of ear shot of Paul). I'm thinking to myself it's a bit childish, but it's truly Paul's choice. Paul does buy the truck. Marsil still snickers behind his back.

We pay for it all and head out of the store. As we're leaving, Paul asks me to pull close to the parking attendant, and Paul proceeds to give the attendant some change. The attendant gladly accepts the change. (I'm thinking, okay, this is Paul's way of giving back. A good start.) Then, we get to a street corner, and a lady is begging, and Paul then gives some of the candy that Marsil had given him, to the lady. Okay, I'm now impressed. And I'm thinking where did the old Paul go??? First the monopoly game (read early post), now this!

BUT then.... Paul asks for the phone number of our housekeeper, Nigrita. Keep in mind Nigrita is making like around $120 US per month; very poor. I tell him I doubt she has a phone; she's very poor. Not only a poor family but has a young son of about 5 years old. I begin to put the picture together (at least, so I think). But, before I do, Paul asks, "Norm, if I do something good, do I have to tell you??" I tell him, if he does it in secret for the right reasons, then no he doesn't have to tell me. But, if he does it in secret because he knows it not being who God wants, then that's not a good reason for a secret. He's quiet the rest of the way home. That was last night.

Fast forward 24 hours. Tonight, at "family time", I ask Paul if he's decided on any more ways of sharing, thinking about the dump truck and pretty sure (but not certain) he bought it for the housekeeper's son. (Still thinking I have him figured out!) He tells me he knows I know his plans. I ask him to tell me and Marsil his plans anyway.

Paul proceeds to tell me he did talk with the housekeeper this afternoon (while I was gone) and gave the dump truck to her, for her little boy (about 5 years old). Paul tells me that Nigrita shared with him that her son is not doing well in school and is having other problems.

Paul tells Nigrita that he'll make a deal with her son..... If her son's behavior improves, each week he (Paul) will buy her son a special gift!!! This is all coming from a 12 year old boy named Paul!!

Seriously I'm about to fall out of my chair as he's telling me this story. Rarely have I seen anything like it. And perhaps it's just a short lived jesture (I hope not), but it's one of the most incredible things I've seen from any 12 year old. I ask him, where in the world did he get the idea to help her son. And he tells me, "From you Norm. If we do good, we get our money at the end of the week; I'm doing the same for Nigrita's son".

I have to confess the tears start rolling down my eyes. I have no idea if this blog can even begin to describe the scene. But this boy of 12 is showing me and his brother Marsil how to give. Marsil is now speechless himself. He now realizes the dump truck he made fun of Paul for buying was NEVER for Paul! I turn to Marsil and ask him what he thinks about all this. I see something in Marsil's eyes I don't think I've seen before. His is truly truly proud of his brother. (speechless and proud, for once).

I tell them both how extremely proud I am of them and how they've grown so much in two short months. Paul, for this season, has literally changed his life (and a little of mine). The former whiny, apparently self centered little boy has vanished. In his place is this incredibly generous kid. Still only 12, with all the perks and problems, but perhaps one of the most generous kids I've ever met at 12 years old.

Instead of buying anything at the store for himself, he ends up only buying something for Nigrita's son. Touching this kid's life. And, offering to help him in the future.

So for all you prayer warriors out there that have lifted Paul up. Please know that God has answered your prayers. In perhaps one of the most dramatic changes I've ever seen.

I could freak out about wondering if it will last. If they'll be different when I'm gone. But, I'm going to rest in knowing it was God, NOT Norm, that blessed and changed Paul heart, and He is still on the throne and will prayerfully continue to change Paul's heart, and mine.

Kids Playing MONOPOLY

What Would I Give Up That Means A Lot to Me

I guess it's been 9 weeks. I've not written maybe because a lot of what I'm experiencing is new, but old. New in a way, but not news worthy. But, after two weeks of not writing, there are a few things.

Name 5 words you don't want to hear while in a 3rd world country. Any guesses.... Answer is.... "you need a root canal". Yep, after faithful trips to the dentist before I left the states, and somewhat frequent checkups, an embedded cavity somehow missed the radar screen. And, then I had the challenge of finding a dentist that spoke English; felt comfortable with; agreed with his diagnosis, and proceeded with the procedure. As it turns out, that all went fine, as God would direct (claro). It did take 5 trips, including the dentist and the oral surgeon, but I think it's all fixed now. And, the advantage to a root canal here is that it's about 25% of the cost it would have been in the US. So a blessing in disguise, financially.

Another blessing. It has been 2 months with no warm water to shower. And, while the weather was extremely hot, that wasn't a huge problem, mostly just made for very quick showers. But, just before the tropical storm hit (btw, everything's fine, no problems, etc.), it got much cooler, and I was thinking warm water would really really be nice to shower in. Well, God provided. On the very day I decided that I was going to fix the "instant hot" that was already installed in the shower, but had not worked since I arrived, Nidia (home host) got it fixed. Without me prompting or asking (as God provides). But, I don't know it's fixed, so I announced to Marsil we were going to fix the warm water shower unit, and he announces to me it was fixed the day before! My only question was "when were you going to tell me!" Since then it has been soooo nice to have warm water. Not hot mind you, but not cool, quite adequate. A huge blessing. I've decided as an "American", I value at least three things. Electricity, A/C (at least in the car), and hot water.

And to address the A/C, I decided I was going to rent a car for the remainder of my stay. Not just for the a/c; that was one of many reasons. And I've done just that. It has made experiencing the country and getting around so much easier. It's a huge luxury for a Dominican to have a car, but something we take for granted. I didn't miss driving (still don't), but I did miss hopping in the car whenever I wanted to go somewhere; and I missed car A/C at 3:00 in the afternoon, when it is steaming hot outside and stuck in 3rd world country traffic. Believe me, traffic and driving in 3rd world countries is very very different (to put it nicely). All that's better now with a good car with a/c. Another great blessing.

But all that's the blah blah about my comforts. Really not that important, other than you grow to miss things you had. And, in some ways those things you miss, you miss more as time goes on. At least for a season. At first, it's all adventure and you hardly think of them. But as time goes on and routines get set, you think about them more. So, car a/c and hot water have been perfectly timed gifts from God.

The boys are doing well. We all spent the weekend in the Rio San Juan area. (2 hours from Santiago, on the coast) I wanted them to meet some "country" boys. And meet they did. Actually interacted with them very well. Paul had brought the game Monopoly for us to play. Then for some unknown reason, and without the "country boys" even knowing we had it in the car, the Rio San Juan boys asked if we could play Monopoly. And I said, well, as a matter of fact, it's Paul's favorite game and we happen to have it in the car with us. So, that evening we scheduled a Monopoly game. And it was standing room only. We had to setup teams, so many kids in Rio San Juan wanted to play. I placed Marsil and Paul in charge of teaching them the rules, being banker, and distributing the properties. I sat back and watched, and dosed a little as it neared 11PM and the game was still not through!! But, it went well. No fights, no major arguments, just good times with kids enjoying the game. Good times. Good good times. And I was extremely proud of both Marsil and Paul how they helped the other kids keep the game light and fun.

Board games are so readily available in the US, but are a real treat here. Even for Paul and Marsil. When I got here, they (Paul/Marsil) didn't have Monopoly or any games, so I bought some as a way to engage with them more. And we've played Monopoly a lot. It is Paul's favorite game now.

But, the real story is..... I'm watching the kids play in Rio San Juan and I begin to think, "Wow, we really should consider leaving the game here with them." But I also think that would crush Paul. So, I put the thought aside.

Side note: I'm attempting to teach the boys how fortunate they are compared to many many Dominicans. That was part of the reason for the trip to Rio San Juan, as all the kids there live in basically shacks (at best) and have little education or little hope really. And few good parents, no fathers.... all the disadvantages.

As we're driving to church the morning after the big GAME (Paul and me by ourselves; others in another car), Paul asks me, "Norm, do you think we should leave the Monopoly game here for these kids?" It was one of those times when you get a "sign" that God is working. And, He's definitely working on Paul's heart. I pause for a moment (thinking, Wow God, you are amazing), and say, "Paul, I think that's something you'll have to decide." He says no more about it; he's just quiet for a while.

Fast forward to the time we're about to leave that evening to go home, and I ask him, do you want to take the game, or leave it here (in Rio San Juan). He says, "I want to leave it here."

To put this in context, not only does Paul love that game, but he loves us playing it together, its the only game he has (except checkers and cards), he loves winning at it, he knows it's a relatively expensive game (relative to DR incomes), and it has brought him many hours of joy. And for him to volunteer to give it away, without me prompting, was like this moment when the clouds part, and sun shines bright, and I think, okay, I think he's going to make it. Paul has demonstrated how big his heart really is.

I wonder if God calls me to give up things that mean a lot to me; joys I get through material blessings, but I somehow miss the calling. What would I give up that means a lot to me? What could I give up, on a relatively scale, that means the same as Paul giving his game to those boys in Rio San Juan?

3 Shoe Shine Boys and a CD Salesboy

On my journey, I stopped at a Burger King in La Vega near Santiago. And 3 shoe shine boys and a boy selling CD copies of music all gather at the door of this Burger King to shine shoes, sell music, and beg. Mostly beg. Clothes dirty, worn, and smelly. They are so close to the door, that the manager runs them off, and they go scurrying away, only to come back in a few minutes when he's not looking. Scenes you just don't see much of in the States.

One of the boys eventually sneaks inside to ask some of the customers for, what I was assuming to be, food or money. All of the customers turned him down. I watch, but am not approached, much to my surprise. (normally grengos are the first target!) I'm sitting there watching and wondering if they (probably about 10-14 years of age) had ever had a Burger King meal, while I stuff my self with something I take for granted whenever I want. They probably have never eaten a whole meal there, since we're talking about $6 to $8 US for a Whopper Combo or chicken sandwich combo; possibly scraps and left overs.

So, after a short prayer of what to do I finish my burger and walked outside. Again, they were at the door, but again, they did not approach me, just kinda stared at me. I kinda stared back; just trying to get a feel for what I (& God) wanted to do. Then, after a few minutes I motioned for all of them to come inside.

Immediately their eyes lit up like Christmas morning! And they walked into the restaurant with shoulders back and heads high, and approached the counter, and announced (even though I couldn't understand their Spanish, I did understand) that the man behind them (me) was paying for their meal and they wanted to order! Their postures straight as a soldier, and smiles from ear to ear. The lady at the counter seemed skeptical and I motioned that yes, I was going to buy their meal. They looked back at her like "I told you so, now please take our order." And order they did. Nothing extravagant. Just burgers, fries, and cokes. But, I'm guessing it was extremely rare, if not the first time they had such a meal. I paid for the meal, said "enjoy it and I'm leaving" as best I could in Spanish, and watched 4 boys anticipating a few moments of pure pleasure as I walked away.

It is so rare to be blessed to be in a situation that you just know in your heart how fortunate you are to share God's blessings with someone else. And their eyes tell the true gratitude. I guess that's the true rarity. Even though I am reminded of my blessings so often here, I still loose my eyes of gratitude.

3 Shoe shines boys and cd salesboy (beggars) show me the eyes to have, once again.

I wanted to take their picture and even possibly watch them enjoy their meal, but I thought that would spoil the moment and make it into some circus show. So, I blog about it as a memory photograph. And just imagine the memory photograph they have of the day they got to eat at Burger King.

From the Mouth of Babes

Paul (12) and I were having dinner together last night. And he summed up what I think several of us think about life. Certainly me.

Remember Marsil is his 15 year old brother.

His quote, "I'd love Marsil more if he was my sister!"

If we had things just a little different, then we'd love more?

I Finally Passed It On

We had a great Mexican dinner planned for this evening. And we pulled out all the stops. Bought 2 lbs of ground beef, cheese, taco seasoning, chips, salsa, refried beans, all the fixings. It was a huge dinner. And we stuffed ourselves. And stuffed ourselves. Paul said it was the best dinner he had in a long time. We all enjoyed it all; maybe too much. See, the dinner was not the real story.

The real story was after Marsil stuffed himself with all the above, grape soda, and more things than I can remember.

And to top it all off, we’re having brown outs, meaning the lights are going off for hours at a time. Normally not a problem, but our inverter is not working properly, so we’re sitting in almost pitch black when it happens. And it did happen again just as we were finishing dinner.

About the same time, in the darkness Marsil gets up and heads down the hall to the bathroom. And the next thing we know, he’s making sounds of major heving (vomiting); up chucking everything he just ate. And then, in the pitch blackness there’s silence. I hear him running the bathroom water; hear him rinsing his mouth. (Stay with me on this….) I’m thinking, okay good, weak, but he’s back on his feet.

He comes back into the dining area and within minutes the lights come back on. He then dismisses himself back to the bathroom. I’m thinking, what else could he possibly deposit? But, he’s soon back to the table and announces, “NO ONE go into the bathroom; it’s unbelievable”.

I begin to get the picture that during the brown out, he’s throwing up in the bathroom, but it’s pitch black, and finding the porcelain target was not easy. Nope, better stated…. It was impossible!!

And for some strange and I promise, as unbragging and humbly as I know how to tell you, I knew for whatever reason I was going to clean it up. I got up from the table and made sure he was okay; he said he was okay and I suggested he go lie down; and told him I would clean it up. He said, “Not even Rosa (meaning our former housekeeper) would do that for me.” I said, “I promise it’s not a problem.” And walked into a war zone, called our bathroom. Vomit was EVERYWHERE. On three (three!) walls, shower curtain, sink, commode, floors, and some (a little) actually landed in the toilet. And I proceed to clean it up. I think you get the picture. Nasty!!

And that’s when it hit me. I was simply passing it on. See, years before I had left my dog in the care of a good friend (David Berg… sorry David, your secrets out). And I had also left my dog inside my master bedroom for him (Lucas) to feel more at home while I was away. And one day while I was gone, Lucas (all 145 lbs of him) decided that his upset stomach could no longer hold all the yuk he'd eaten, and it all came out in my master bedroom. Not from the front end of Lucas! It came out the back end of Lucas! And poor David walked in to find it. (And I’m miles away.) Perhaps David’s first thought was, “when’s Norm coming home??!!”, But, soon David proceeds to clean it up. And clean up he did. Spic and Span. I would have never known it happened if his wife had not told me later. See, David is quiet, even in his service to others. And he did serve me that time. And did incredibly well; with no “you owe me” or no “Norm, you need to know what I did.”. Just did it. I’m sure it was quiet unpleasant (to put it mildly), but did it none the less.

Well, David, I just want you to know that I knew then, and I know even more now how much that meant. And I truly appreciate it. By God’s grace, tonight I had the chance to pass the service on. I’m sure it was not as humbly or as quiet as you did it, but thank you. And, as weird as it sounds, it was truly a privilege to pass it on.

I hope Marsil gets the chance. I’m glad I did.

(You might want to send a search and recovery party, I’m pretty sure I must be crazy. Or maybe growing a little. Being around kids 24/7 changes EVERYTHING. Even vomit.)

Two, For Those That Like the Pictures

Marsil wanted everyone to see that he won at Monopoly. I usually win but then again I'm an American capitalist. The kids have not learned to be that mean... (opps, "competitive"), yet.

If you google "tarantulas in Dominican Republic" you'll find that they are "rare" sightings, especially in urban areas. Wrong!! At least, that's my experience. Had another one yesterday! Four if you're counting! And, this time I wanted you to see exactly how big they are. So, grab a bic pen and see for yourself! For those with a high speed connection, you should click on the spider for more details. Really actually interesting. And believe it or not, I really didn't want to kill him (her), but seriously....

Six Weeks

Yep, I did skip blogging last week. For the faithful few, I'm sorry!

Lots of travel and more adventure. Went to Santo Domingo with a bunch of my new amigos here in Santiago. Was a little apprehensive because none of them spoke much English and I speak little (but growing) Spanish. Guess what?? Had a great time. But, I'm sorry to say that if Santo Domingo is the diamond city of the DR, there's problems. From what I saw, it was EXTREMELY dirty and very crowded with cars. The breach front was full (I mean full) of trash. I was very surprised it was that dirty. But the people I went with made it all worth while.

But, here's where you may find a diamond just about anywhere - went to visit a family there in a relatively poor part of town. Wasn't expecting what I found. The master bedroom, with meager furnishings, actually had a working AIR CONDITIONER!! Only my second encounter in a home (plenty of stores have them) since I left Florida. It was a Kodak moment; me and two other adults (a tall man and average size woman) all three took a nap on the same bed with this amazing cool air blowing on us. In their broken ingles (English) I think I understood them to ask me if I wanted to join them for a nap on the bed. Well, this was one time I'm going to assume the best in what they were trying to say. I thought I could never relax if I didn't have a bed to myself. Well, things change quickly when the anty is upped with A/C! When I actually learn more Espanol I may find out that was NOT an offer to join them, but I don't care! It was so nice!

Rented a car and went to Rio San Juan, area where more of the DR missionaries are based, for the weekend. Good to catch up with TJ/Holly. Good good peeps. Also met the new team, Laura Beth and Corey Lamb. And what a great couple. Young and wide eyed, but amazing amazing, with spiritual maturity. Their sponsoring congregation is Henderson C/C in Henderson, TN. And, if this is any kind of sign of what that congregation of believers is producing, I'm extremely impressed. And of course time with Tammie Wallace was just the detox I needed. She reminds me of my aunt Jan. Amazing listeners.

The trip over the mountains between Santiago and Rio San Juan is almost indescribable. Bonito. Bonito. (beautiful!) And, past Rio San Juan, near a town call Nagua (I think) there's a forest of coconut palms you drive through. I'm talking forest. It was so beautiful. My favorite tree is a palm of any kind, but this was actually what I'd call a forest. Just tons of coconuts. And all hanging over the road, so the sky was almost somewhat covered. Never seen anything like it before. And, as I was driving, I was thinking, sights like this are exactly what I was hoping/praying for. And, that's exactly what this 6 weeks has been.... sights, sounds and experiences AND AMAZING PEOPLE I could never have experienced anywhere else.

Speaking of people....

The boys are great. We had what I'd call a (another) break through last evening. We've started a nightly family time where we all get together at the table and share about our day (yep, my Corny idea, but it's been really good). Well, this night both boys were more comedians than usual, and their mom was trying to share about a hard day she had, so I gave them a pretty harsh (but short) lecture about how hard their mom worked and how they should be more respectful and stuff like that. And, it went right to their heart. (which I didn't expect, as many of my "talks" seem to bounce right off their heads) So much so that Marsil let out some really deep emotional stuff about how hard it was to be the man he is trying to be, and work as hard as he does at school and how he does this all because he loves his mom, and telling it all through tears streaming, streaming down his face. It was a really really good night. It was good to hear Marsil express his deep emotions and good to see him let out some of the huge stress he's under. He's like 15 going on 25. Sometimes barely 15; sometimes carrying the load of someone much older.

And guess who volunteered to help me with the dishes. Paul!!! (yep, not a typo!) He's growing. Boy, it's slow, but he's growing.

The stories never end. Went out this morning with a friend. Ask her what is the best, very best place to have lunch in Santiago? Keep in mind, this is a married women of about 35 I'd say. She and her husband fast becoming good friends. This woman is no kid. And, I suggested a few good restaurants (The Pasta House, etc.) of places I wanted to treat her. And there are some decent restaurants here, but what did she consider one of the best restaurants in Santiago?? McDonalds!! My mouth dropped, but I closed it quickly and we proceeded to McDonald's where we had a great time. It again made me appreciate something I take for granted, to say the least. American Fast Food! It was good. Most excellent to see her enjoy it so much.

It blows my mind that these people, even those that have a little tiny bit of money, have never traveled more than 75 miles from their home their whole lives. And all their experiences and their entire world is in the radius of 75 miles. But, they see the world, through internet, TV, etc. But, they will probably never see the world. Still, they are no less happy (perhaps no more) than we are. Perhaps more "happy", whatever that means. So, the secret cannot be in the things of this world, or the experiences of this world, or the place you live.

If the next two months go by this fast, I'll be leaving sooner than I think, or perhaps want.

Yes, there are days, times, that I really miss what was familiar and comfortable and "controllable". But, I look back and ask myself, where do I want to be now. Do I want to go back to the job I had? Do I want to go back to anything I had? Not that it was bad; it was awesome, blessed blessed. But, it's past. And it's not something I want to go back to, or recreate or repeat. So, all I know to do is go/grow forward. And this is the life I choose to grow forward to/with. So, I don't really have a choice. I move forward because I have to and I don't really have a life to go back to (or want to go back to). And that's the choices I made. And I'm at true peace with that. As alone as it is at times; or strange; or just not "home", it is home, for this is where God has planted my heart, in this season. And thank you God for planting my heart deep here, even for a season.

One Month

Hard to believe. It’s been one month. Never would have guessed it to go by so fast!

How’s it going? Going good; surreal but good. This past week was a bit of a challenge. Got a real bad cold. Probably not as bad as I would have thought on the offset, but in a place where the choice of cold medicine products is pretty limited (to say the least), you suffer through all the symptoms. It’s amazing how much you can appreciate (or want) a good cough drop, when it’s not available. Or even access to home remedies of honey and tea and lemon. Or a good night time cold medicine to knock you out. Nope, nada, not this time. Several long nights. I’m just saying.

Missed 2 days of Spanish classes because of my cold, so not much progress on the lingo side. Worked a little on the on-line lessons, but not feeling like doing much when I was sick. Back on track now, but feeling a bit behind.

I was emailing a friend today about leaving a former life behind, and pushing forward. And seeing the joys and challenges of that process. Speaking of which, my mom calls me later that same day. And informs me that… here’s the good news….and bad. Things are going great between her and my dog. Well, now more properly stated HER dog. She has informed me that the dog is now officially hers. And she has NO PLANS of giving him back (the bad news). I know that’s a good thing, but when your dog is/was (for better or worse) a big part of your life, letting go is not easy. The right thing, but not easy. I’m glad to know Lucas is happy and she’s happy with him. But I still miss him. But, the irony is that she’s about to learn things about a human and dog bond that she may not have known before; both the joy and pain. It was a similar enlightenment when I had my first dog, Copper. Just be careful Mom, my only word of advice is… even dogs can break your heart when/if you let them in.

And for the surreal… in mean time God continues to show me a glimpse of life that people like my Mom know well, but I never did. The life of parenting, and kids 24/7, and all things there of. And no, I’m not a dad, but I’m telling you, it’s like I’ve stepped in a worm hole, and instantly this new simulated/temporary life of fatherhood. And it blows my mind. I was actually at a parent/teacher school conference last night getting the period grades for Marsil, (while his mom was at the university taking night classes for her master’s in psychology). Marsil asked me to go and I was glad I did. But, talk about surreal. Probably not unlike my mom waking up one day and realizing the last thing she every thought would happen… a dog living 24/7 INSIDE her house – and she loves Lucas! And me, going to a teacher/parent conference, and actually feeling like it was a place where I was suppose to be for that moment (this season). Too weird, way too weird. And before that, I’m running around signing the kids up for swim lessons; going to the clinic to get their lab results (routine school stuff); dropping bills by the utility companies; grabbing some food for all of us on the way. But I’m in SANTIAGO, DR with this family I didn’t even know 30 days ago.

So, Mom has Lucas, and I have Paul and Marsil (for a season). Each is a great challenge in their own way. And it’s still touch and go cause I don’t have a clue for what I’m doing (I can hear God saying, “You think Paul is touch and go, you should see my son Norm!”). And yes I’ve had to say “I’m sorry” several times to them for things I know I didn’t handle well. I may never know true blood fatherhood to a 12 and 15 year old, but I’m glad I got this glimpse.

And the funny thing is, life is so routine. So day in, day out. But not in a bad way. I can definitely get a glimps as to how time slips away; and kids are grown and gone. Each day we’re up; off to school (all of us); home early afternoon. Chores and running around. Joke and play. Homework; eat; daily wrap up; off to bed. Day after day. And my time here slips away so fast; too fast.

Went with some great new friends to the beach (Ava and Jose Luis), along with Roberta (an incredible friend in her own right!) and her son Thomas from Haiti this past weekend. And all of them are a huge blessing to me.

One last thing. I’ve set a record. For automobile accidents (Luckson would say incidents). I’m hoping he’s not reading this or I’ll never live this down. I’ve actually been hit three (3) times by taxi drivers in the past 2 weeks. I was hit twice!!! Twice!! In one day!! Two drivers rear ended me. The third one, I’d had enough. I jump out and started talking, not quite yelling, but certainly making sure he could hear me (but of course not understanding English) that this was the third time I was hit; twice in one day and he needed to learn how to drive. In the mean time, Paul and Marsil (of course they’re with me) are laughing up a storm. There was no major damage to the car, so we went on. But seriously, rear ended twice in one day. Both times, I was at a complete stop and bam. These drivers are very very crazy. I tell Nidia later, and she gets a good laugh too. It is kinda funny, now!

Headed to a big family get together this evening (Sunday). A cousin's 18th birthday party. Here we go again!

Finished Week Three in the DR

You may have seen that last week things were not going well with my Spanish classes. And I really struggled to know if that was me wanting to give up or was there some legitimate concerns. After speaking with some folks and some of you emailing your thoughts, I decided to do a sit-out of the class. Yep, just decided to stop going. The teach was adding more and more people in the class; packed in like sardines by now. Hot, cramped; lessons going way over my head. Not my style of learning. Not to mention the other concerns I already had. Make a long story short the teacher calls me that same afternoon I skipped and wanted to speak with me. Like being called into the principle's office.

I did go to see her and let her know my concerns. She says (as all Dominican's do); no problem. We will create a "special" class just for you. (I got over being called "special" long ago; even though the "special" students in my high school were, shall we say, less than A students). And so now I'm being tutored privately for 2 hours each morning. So far so good. Only 2 days in to it, but they have clarified a lot of cloudiness about what I'd already learned. And I picked up what I think were more foundational things that will help reinforce my learning.

And of course, my concern was, what is this going to cost me???!!! Private lessons didn't sound cheap. But, she says (if I understood her broken English correctly), no additional cost. We'll see. And frankly if I learn what I hope to, I have no problem paying more. Like a pay as I learn type of thing.

And I also signed up for Rosetta Stone on-line Spanish. So far, I've really enjoyed that. It's also full immersion (no English instruction), so it seems to match well with what I'm doing here.

For those that encouraged me based on my "I'm hitting a wall" blog, thanks. Muchas gracias.

Deep thoughts for the end of week three? Not really. Just good stuff. Peaceful stuff. Being where I think I'm supposed to be at this point in my life. After 5 years of questioning when was I to move on (5 years after having seen Haiti and third world conditions for the first time and wondering when was it my time to jump in full time), I know the time is now. It's a good "knowing".

Frankly I didn't even really truly "know" when I got on the plane to come. I guess it was a faith thing. Hoping (Godly) I was following as best I knew how and listening to God as best I knew how. Since I'm not one that's receives the audible "message from God". Sure wished I did some times.

Yesterday, Marsil asked me, Norm, if you could have three wishes from a genie, what would they be. That was a real struggle to answer. Because the truth is that I've had so many of my "wishes" come true. Yes, there are things I think I want, but getting them may preclude other blessings God's got planned. So, I had to tell him, I honestly didn't know what to ask for. I have goals. Spiritual goals; physical goals; stuff I want. I'm totally human. But, I've also had a lot of financial blessings and now that a lot of those are in my past, I honestly honestly feel relieved. Like this huge burden of wanting, and keeping up, and impressing, and all that junk has been lifted, at least for this season. If some of those friends of my past could see me know, I don't think they'd recognize me, not to mention understand me. And frankly I don't, but so far I love this life as it is.

And for those who are praying for Paul, it's getting better. Much better. The restrictions I placed on him were a complete shock to his system (and mine) to begin with. But, do you know that now, even though there still are restrictions at times, it's not this huge long explanation of why, and how, and when; and no more of him stomping off to his room to pout. He has become more accepting of them when they come, and they are coming less often. I think just maybe he's understanding more of why they come. And, he still gives me lots of hugs. And plops down on beside me when I'm watching TV every night. And loves to wrestle 'cause he's an "elite warrior and they never give up!" (a quote that will sure be forever burned in my brain) And grabs my hand to hold it for a few seconds or so, or grabs my arms to wrap them around his neck, and then goes on about his being a boy. God please please watch over Paul.

Spider Update

Just so you know, we had ANOTHER visitor two days later to mi casa. Yes, another huge spider. I think we're near infestation levels. These suckers are huge! And, I'm the one in charge of exterminating them! Well, I have to confess, I let the first one go but I was not so merciful with his brother. For you spider lovers, I'm sorry. And, for the record, during a run about 2 blocks from the house, what should I stumble upon, yes, you got it, ANOTHER ONE! This is getting ridiculous.

The Wall

I think I’m hitting a wall.

Not a wall of homesick (although that may come). But the struggle to know when to move forward and when to change courses. With a couple of things.

Language courses for one. The course I’m taking is divided into two sections. Vocabulary and grammatics. Vocabulary has been a struggle, but it’s doable. Grammatics is becoming very undoable. But, I don’t know if that’s me just wanting to give up when it gets hard (never did like grammar lessons), or if it’s really something that’s not where I need to be right now. For anyone that’s had Spanish you can appreciate the complexity of grammatics and how very different it is than English. Grammatics is not exactly the problem. The problem is that we’re covering grammatical rules at such a fast pace that it’s extremely difficult to absorb. We graze the surface of one topic, and on to the next the next day. And, I’m studying about as much as I think I should be. Anymore, and this time becomes all about Spanish, and I close out the family I live with and the friends I’ve made. I wonder what Jesus would do?

I don’t want to give up. But, I also don’t want to waste my time. I have every intention of studying/learning Spanish. I just want to be studying the optimal lessons of Spanish. But what is that?

I also don’t doubt that I’m supposed to be in Santiago. I certainly don’t regret coming here. It’s been incredible, and still is an amazing experience.

I’ve spoken to a few people here in Santiago who have learned Spanish or know Spanish and they’re telling me that the grammatics I’m taking (based on what they read in my lesson books) is NOT what I should be studying. Not exactly sure what that means in terms of changes I should make! I understand what they’re saying, but if that’s true, what does that mean in terms of this course. Do I skip the grammatics and focus on vocabulary? Do I find another school? Supposedly the one I’m at is the best in Santiago.

In my study (on line) of learning conversational languages, it seems that the best language courses focus on basic everyday words, basic sentence structure, and then grow with more complex grammatics as the language is mastered. That’s not what’s happening here.

In a word, I decided to called TJ, who’s a missionary in Rio San Juan and took Spanish in Guatamala. I think he’s talked me off the ledge, for now. Thank you TJ. I'll stay the course for another week.

I know the starting point (and ending point) is prayer.

And, some minor problems with the family. Turns out that Paul (12 years old) is not anything like Marsil. Not responsible. Lazy in fact. Quite lazy. Only wants to play. And everyone, including his family, says “that’s just Paul.” I understand that to some degree. But then Paul requires (or tries to demand) so much of my time and energy. He wants to be entertained and wants to play all the time. I’ve set a record for number of times I’ve played Monopoly in one week. Which at some levels is great. I've loved playing with him, but then I had some expectations in terms of him helping around the house.

But now I’m less motivated to give my time or anything else to him with an ungrateful heart and someone who’s very resistant when ask to do small things around the house (keep in mind there’s a full time housekeeper, so we’re not talking HUGE chores here). So I set boundaries. And those boundaries send him ballistic. And like any child, turns on me as though I’m the enemy. Surprise! I understand he’s a child. And I don’t give in! But I wonder if he understands that I don’t know anything about this fathering stuff and I’d really prefer to avoid it if possible. But it seems that I can’t. God has chosen a different path. So, here we go. To the battle. The battle to honor the Lord in our lives (mine and his) and the battle for Paul to grow to love the Lord in his young life.

Island of Adventures

In all my trips to this island, I never had the chance to see this type of creature roaming free, until now. Look carefully in the trash can to the upper right of each of our pictures. Not sure if you can tell, but believe me it was GRANDE. My face is closer to the camera, so you can't get a good perspective. Laid out, I'd say he had a good 8 inch span, maybe more. Marsil and I had a great time capturing and then releasing in the empty lot near by. Everybody in the house wanted to kill him, but I told them they were good. I don't think they believe me.

Host Family Pics

Brothers sleeping.











Marsil studying, which he does a lot of.











Marsil taking his ciesta; which he does a lot of. Note remote control close at hand.











Paul (pronounced Pa-eul)










Paul playing video games, which he does a lot of.

Chapter 3 - Week in Review September 6, 2007

Well, it went almost as I had expected. No that's not true! Far better; mucho mucho better. The Spanish classes are hard but not too hard. I don’t know all the Spanish words (not even close), but I CAN pronounce a lot more than I did; recognize more words than I did, and understand some basic grammar rules for Spanish. Yes, I feel lost. Extremely frustrated at times. Like when I learned that at least half the class has had between 4 and 8 years of Spanish in earlier high school years, and our teacher seems to go at a pace that’s set for their background, not mine. Oh well, I keep telling myself to enjoy the experience. Not to freak out that I’m not getting everything. Just trying to learn what I can. I’ve had two papers (homework) graded. I got an “A” on both. I think that’s because I’m only 1 of 2 Americans in the class; and the other one dropped the class the 2nd day!! I think the teacher (Arelis) feels sorry for me. I hope she does!

Much more bonding with my host family. Started taking Marsil and Paul to school in the mornings. Letting their mom have a break. Plus it gets me more exposure to the culture. We pray together before we leave for God to give us good days. The prayers are answered. The kids continue to be a great blessing to me. It helps me not miss those I love back home so much. Thank you God!

More exploring the city. Really a modern city. Not the standards of West Palm, FL (Stuart) or anything like that; but everything you could possibly need. A Home Depot want-a-be; a Wal-Mart want-a-be, good grocery stores, and of course the Costco want-a-be. Ate at McDonald’s the other day. The biggest difference between American stores here and in the US is the price. Everything American seems much more expensive than in the US. Which makes sense. But I’m not sure how “regulars” of this city afford the US product. I know the poor don’t indulge; but there are plenty who do.

Turns out the neighborhood I’m living in would be considered “middle-class”. Almost a new class for this country. The country used to have only super rich people; and very poor. But, middle class is making up ground. My host, Nidia, is a counselor working on her master’s in counseling. She works for a local drug rehab clinic and for the government. She’s worked her way out of poverty through determination and education, and mostly God's grace. The classic way.

The church gathering on Sunday was awesome. Much much better than I expected. Great people. Warm. Friendly. Really seem to love the Lord. Honest worshipers. And ironically, they are a group that is focused on training young missionaries for field service. Very similar, it appears, to what we are planning with our program. I hope to learn more from them as we go. Another God thing as only God can do.

One of the elders (Pablo) came by to visit me after church on Sunday. He basically wanted to coach me on the culture. Like being careful about the women who want an American Visa, and in so doing, will “fall in love” with me. And, not spending too much money on my host family. I had taken them to Taco Bell, which I mentioned previously; turns out the whole church ended up knowing about it. Obviously things like "Taco Bell" are huge things around here. I hear what he’s saying, clearly. Just hard to put into practice. Like I'd have soda in the house for me, but not offer it them? NOT. Would be different if I were in my own home maybe. But I’m NOT going to have all the stuff I like sitting around (peanuts, snacks, soda, chips, etc), and not make sure they know they can enjoy it also. What would you do?

I’m glad the elders of the church are sensitive enough to their flock and their visitors to take the time to guide them. A true sign of a healthy church.

I’m invited to go on holiday with my host family’s extended family. Sisters, mother/father (grandparents), etc. in Puerta Plata (resort city on the coast). In two weekends, there’s a national holiday. We’re supposed to spend 3 days at the beach. Sounds like fun. My new family!

By now I’m guessing you know that I’m not exactly suffering physically. I do miss hot water and AC (especially in the car; mucho calienta!). But, there are also things I have here that I don’t have in the States. Like a great lady (housekeeper) that keeps everything extremely clean and organized. She’s also a great cook as I mentioned before. And, she’s a warm person I believe. She’s easy (facil) to be around. I think she’s confused that I do as much as I do (believe it or not). I try to make my own bed now; take my own dishes to the kitchen; keep my own room straighten. Nothing big, but I think there’s a role for all of us. And mine is NOT to be served hand and foot. I enjoy her help but I don’t want to ever be “served”, just helped.

Oh, and how can a middle class family afford a full time live-in housekeeper? She makes around 3000 pesos per month. Divide that by 33, and you get her US monthly salary. Which is like what, $100 per month?!! It does include her room and board here, but still! (of course I had to ask!)

Oh, and for you Curingtons (if any) that are reading this.... You’ll love this part. Ciestas every day. Seriously between 12 and 2; after lunch, Ciesta!!! A nap. It’s like the best idea in the world. Clearly Hispanics have genius level IQ's. I’ve had a nap almost every day since I’ve been here. That gives me energy to stay up way past what I would normally in the US. But, what happens when I go back to the US!!?? Reeeealllittyyyyy!!!

Speaking of which. I’ve decided to start mentally preparing for my leaving in December early. I know that sounds wierd but…. I’ve already talked to Marsil about God’s timing, and how God brings people into and out of my life. He says he understands. I’m not sure I do. I know already I’ll be broken again when I say goodbye to Paul and Marsil. I’m not sure why God brings these people to my life. It’s this huge blessing. They seem to love completely; or at least with great trust and unreserved. Reminds me of the....“Unless you become like one of these children…..”. But that also means heartbreak city in December, when I leave. Perhaps for all of us!

By the way, Nidia has decided to let me stay!!! At least for now. She says I can stay for free!! No, I’m not going to stay for free! But, I’m glad she thinks I add to the home and am not a burden. I hope God can bless them through me. They all certainly have blessed me. And what a great honor to be God’s blessing to this family.

Which means Satan will be on the prowl. Pray I can be just what God wants me to be.

I could write about every day and every event. They’re all new and different, but if you’re still reading this, I’ve asked you to read too much already. I’ve decided that this blog is really going to be for me. It will be a journal of my first three ½ months. But you're welcome to share it with me anytime. So, if it gets too long, or too boring, or too detailed, I COMPLETELY understand. Take a lesson/hint from me, skim.

Changing subjects..... Marsil yesterday says he has something to tell me. He says his friends have noticed me dropping him off at school and they want to know who I am. He told them I was his cousin. But he wants me to know that he thinks of me more than a cousin. He says I’m his brother. Again, I’m the one honored. My only regret is that you who are reading this may never meet Marsil. I believe he’s a good good kid. An incredible attitude for a 15 year old. Grateful and honorable and kind. And he does tons of homework without being asked, ever!! But at least you can see his picture. And Paul. They’ll be my first test of posting pics on my blog.

The first picture is of them (Marsil and Paul) sleeping in one bed. No, they both have beds. That’s not why they sleep in one bed. They sleep in one bed because they really love one another. They choose to sleep in one bed. I wonder if they’ll do that when they’re 25? I hope so. Some things should not be robbed by time!

I know all weeks cannot be like this one. But it was a very special gift from God, delivered because of your prayers. Thank you. It's really hard to describe how at home I've been this week. Not that I don't at times think about what I left behind, but it's like this IS my home now, for this season. Not anything like I expected to feel (I know I've said that several times before.). Was just expecting to be missing so much that I left behind right about now. And still think I will one of these days, but NOT this week. Really really weird. But, that's also what happened when I sold my house in Jupiter. Kept thinking, okay, any week I'm going to wake up and say, wow I really miss that house. It was a grand house. And we had awesome times there. But, I NEVER did miss that house after I moved; at least not yet. I wonder if my new life will be the same? When it's really time to move on, and God calls you on, you don't miss it, because what you're called to is better than what you've left? Is that possible?? As scared as I was to leave, it's an incredible peace I have to say. I can't imagine (don't expect) all steps being like this?! But, for this one step, I'm going to soak up the good times.

Hard times ahead I’m sure. Being hurt and hurting others as I loose sight of Jesus for brief moments. But, this week was one for the record books. Just when I thought it was going to be one of the hardest weeks of my life, it was one of the best. New, exciting, full of new love from and to people, full of adventure and mostly full of God. Thank you God. Thank you my family and friends (new and old).

I have to pinch myself and say, I'm really in a city in the DR by myself and have known these people 7 days; strange culture; strange language. And yet, wow. Everything is strange; but nothing feels strange so far.

As a side note, I did speak with Mom today. My dog Lucas seems to have bonded to her; and her to him. God even worked that out. Even before I left, I know this also sounds loco, but Lucas started spending much less time with me, and more with her. Started sleeping in her room at my house; staying more at her side than mine. I guess he knew he had a new master.

Oh yes, and one of these days I’m going to learn Spanish!! But even if I don't learn the Spanish I planned, I can't imagine not being here for this moment in time.

Chapter 2 - Simple Stuff

More good times. Simple stuff. Stuff so insignificant, probably doesn’t justify writing or reading but….

(Luckson will appreciate this.) Luckson and I bought some $10 sandals before he left for Harding (like a 2 for 1 deal). Well, I tried them out when I got here to the DR. They hurt my feet. (Oh, part of the story is that they are Reebok sandals.).

I pray God plants in my heart the gratitude He has planted in the heart of Marsil for these sandals!!

I decided to give the sandals to Marsil. First, he says over and over thank you (he notices the Reebok emblem right away!). Believe me, true eyes of gratitude are hard to disguise. (and fake eyes are hard to disguise too) And, I tell him that I’m sure the sandals are going to hurt his feet. He says, “No they won’t, cause they’re free!” (I start laughing at his amazing and clever answer.)

I see him wearing the sandals all the time. I ask him, “Are you sure they’re not hurting your feet?” He says, “Norm, I already told you, they CAN’T hurt my feet, cause they are free!” We now laugh about it every time he wears them; he tells me to put the story of his sandals in my blog. So here it is.

I’m sure Marsil has taught me a huge life lesson, if I will just listen and learn.

I guess this chapter is about gratitude. The lessons I always forget. Especially when I’m in the US. You all know that God has blessed me (& you) with so so much. The top of the list is my family and friends. But there are also the earthly gifts that are too numerous to mention as well. But, each time one of these “earthly gifts” or even gifts of family and friends start “hurting my feet”, I want to give them back to God or pass them on to someone else. “You take them; I thought I wanted that gift, but turns out they hurt a little, or sometimes a lot.” But if they truly are a gift from God, my faith that should be saying, “They can’t hurt, ‘cause they’re from God”, seems to be missing. I guess another way to put it is, “ALL THINGS work together for the good of those that love the Lord, and are called according to His purpose.”

I wonder if Marsil knew he was paraphrasing (living) Romans 8:28?

Chapter 1 - Just Being Lazy - THE NOVEL - Be Warned!

The truth of this blog is that I'm just being lazy. Instead of writing the same thing to several friends who I want to stay in touch with, I'm writing this blog for anyone who might want to keep up with how I'm doing, what I'm doing, or where I'm going. This is the first page. I don't want to claim that I'll even keep this updated. But, at least I will start, and see how it goes. Kinda like everything else that's ahead of me.


Just got to the Dominican Republic (DR) yesterday. After wrapping up what seems to be a mountain of obligations, commitments, and promises I had made, but had to date failed to keep. By the time I left, many were finished. But, truth be told, many were transferred to other friends or family who would be more faithful in finishing than I was. But, if you're one of those faithful family members or friends reading this, please know how much I appreciate what you did or what you are taking on to help me to get to where, prayerfully, God is leading me.


I guess there are two sides to my journey. The people and the places.

The people first. The amazing threads of people that God has woven into my life. And, for some strange and stupid reason I seem to think that when one chapter of my life has ended, none will compare or come close to the people of that past chapter. In some ways that is a great complement to the people I’ve known. Amazing and generous people. But, in some ways that’s a huge insult to God, because that means that at some point God stops being God; stops being generous and gracious. And, He proves over and over that’s not true.

I left Florida thinking and feeling that perhaps some of the best years of my life were over. Thinking that some of the best people I’ve been privileged to know would be the last of that breed; who could compare? Feeling really sad about the chapter closing, even though I knew it was time to close and God was calling me onward.

But then, as only God/Spirit can do, I get to the DR, and what has been prepared for me? A group of people, young and old that He has prepared for my arrival. Hearts He has prepared. Places He has prepared. Situations He has prepared that allow me to continue to be whom and what He has called me to be.

All that to say, that I arrived into my host family, and God starts reveling this family that has been prepared, it seems, just for me. A mother and her two boys. Typical of broken families everywhere (here, the US, everywhere). A father that’s left the picture long ago. Two boys growing into adulthood with no father. A mother struggling to keep things together (which explains why she takes in boarders). A mother rightly skeptical of this strange man (me) coming into her home. So skeptical that she makes it plain that this is a “TRIAL” period. She will have to see how things go. I think she is very wise. I too see it as a trial period. But, an awesome start.

But as the days go by, God opens doors and hearts. Hearts of these two young boys (15 & 12) who are ready to possibly take a chance on letting another man in their life. Despite all the abandonment they’ve experienced.

And a young mother that sees hope in her boys eyes as they get to know me and prayfully see that God is bring me here. I’ve not brought myself here. Who could put these threads together but God?

I settle quickly into the “trial” period. Quickly because this family, as skeptical as they want to be, are also wanting to share their lives and their hopes and their struggles with someone else, that barriers start falling. Almost too fast. Almost like there’s something that I can provide; but I know that I really can’t provide. Almost like, even if I do stay 3 ½ months; it’s only 3 ½ months. Almost like I’m afraid to bond too much with them knowing the pain it will cause us both if I should stay around and plant some roots for 3 ½ months and then leave.

You get in these situations and you’re surrounded by not only need, but also see how privileged and gifted God has made you to make a difference. You to them; them to you. Not that I’m making a difference, but again God has planned from the start, the difference He could make, if I was/am willing. Not to mention how much I need them. Need to be needed. Needing to bond with people going in the same direction and wanting to fill the void of leaving incredible people in my past. And I wonder early on (too early) if leaving them is going to be as painful as leaving those behind, like so many in S. Florida and other places I’ve put roots down.

But, for now, they seem to trust more than they should. They seem to need someone in their lives more than they have doubts about the stranger. Or perhaps God is reveling something to both of us that for now, this is His plan for a short journey for us together.

I know this all sounds like a long drawn out drama, but it’s based on what has happened with some amazing people and places of my past. And, I just want to be sure that I don’t repeat the mistakes of pain and hurt that I have caused. But, I also want to be sure that if there’s something I can share of myself and God is calling me to do here and now, then I will try to be obedient.

This journey is mostly, no is completely about the people in the journey. Not the places, not the things; not the language; not the conveniences or inconveniences. A good friend of my past has taught/shown me that.

So, at least for now, it’s about this family. Not sure how long it will last. But, for now, meet Nidia, Marsil, and Paul. Nidia, divorced, probably mid to late forties (yes, I know the warnings! I promise I will); needing to trust; needing help raising two boys. But also needing boundaries and trust and honor in her family. Marsil is all of 15. The man of the house. At first, plants his foot as the man of the house. Good for him. But then, his young age of 15 shows and his fatigue of being the man of the house also shows. And it’s like he’s wanting to just be a kid and let someone else be the man for a while. He hasn’t seen his father in 3 years; talks to him a couple of times a week on the phone, but that’s not the same as being here. His father lives near Seattle, WA. Marcel and his younger brother Paul, spent 2 years in that area of the US. Thus they have excellent English. Two really neat kids, from all first appearances.

They have spent almost every moment they’re not in school at my side. Laughing, joking, eating, telling stories, playing games (Monopoly and Scrabble) and showing me sites and sounds of Santiago. But, they are not typical Americans. We went to Taco Bell the first night for dinner. It was my treat. It was the first time in 3 years they’d been to Taco Bell. Talk about gratitude. Marsil kept saying what a great evening it was. This is a 15 year old kid that seems amazingly grateful for what would be taken for granted in the US.

I’m babbling too much, but if I were to get to the heart of why I want to take this journey, it would be to be a part of something, or more like someone’s life that would otherwise not have the opportunity unless God sends it through me. And maybe, just maybe (time will tell) it starts with Marsil and Paul, and Nidia. I wonder who’s next?

I keep thinking that my ministry with “kids” is over. For a lot of good reasons, at least so I thought.

But, then comes kids (young men really) like Kyrie and Tyler and Annie (sorry guys if you’re reading this) into my life. Makes no sense why or how we became as close as we did, but it was a God thing. Just leave it at that. They were and are amazing young people, and it was/is my privilege and honor to be a part of their lives. And they blessed me in many many ways. Ways a successful career and worldly blessings could never.

But, that being said, I left the US yesterday thinking… okay that was awesome but that type of ministry is surely over. I need to move forward and thinking that young “missionaries in training” are my next step. And who should God open me up to? Well, so far two kids that have few close male role models in their lives. And believe me, that can be very scary, very humbling. I’m no father figure. Have no experience at it. Could seriously list many others who would be far better role models. Not sure what it’s really like But, here I go again, at least trying to fill a gap, by God’s grace, that should have never existed in the first place.

But you may be wondering about the accommodations and logistics. Well, in some ways I wish I could say I’m roughing it. Like no water; no electricity, and rice and beans morning, noon, and night. Mosquitos as big as dogs. Etc. Etc. I could say all that, but it would NOT be true!

Try electricity almost 24/7. Excellent water; not hot, but great pressure in the shower. A great house; pretty small by American standards, but extremely clean. No AC, but the evenings have been so cool, that I’ve used a sheet to cover up with! Excellent fans. My own private room (which was my answered prayer). And a full time housekeeper/cook that lives on the premises. She, Rosa, has my bed made while I’m at breakfast every morning. Cleans my room. She’s also an excellent cook. But, beyond all that, she has a great smile and a warm heart, and it’s been my privilege to meet and share some time together. I look forward to more time shared with her. Yes, she’s spoiling me! I try to let her know how grateful I am for her help.

Also a good run this morning. 10 kilometers. Around the famous “monumento” in the heart of the city. Good run.

Also included with my accomodations. Cable TV with American channels. High speed internet service at the house. KFC, McDonalds, Burger King, and Taco Bell around the corner. An in-house land line phone that was as clear when I called Mom as it would have been between Alabama and Florida.

And of course there’s the great places to get ice cream. And my cell phone is now working! Magic touches in the DR get my razor cell phone from the US working. New number; but for a fraction of the cost, I now have cell phone service in the DR. And supposedly will now work anywhere in the world (we’ll see?!). And there’s the great taxi service Nidia has provided. Also, Nidia has loaned me the car to run around with the boys by ourselves. Good times. And to top it all off, for those that really know me will appreciate this; there’s actually a Costco want-a-be here!!!! It’s actually probably owned by Costco. Has to be. It’s like 85% just like Costco, right down to the Kirkland brands everywhere. And good hot dogs and pizza. And very very similar supply of goods. It was amazing. Like a part of Heaven was dropped in Santiago. Of course I signed up to be a member!

And, I now have 2 bank accounts in the DR. One for DR pesos; one for American cash.

So, not exactly roughing it. Not at all. It’s been an amazing 2 ½ days. Great people. Great place. Really feeling surprisingly at peace and almost at home. I know that sounds crazy, but I truly have been privileged to merge into this family just like God has prepared them for years for my visit. It’s almost scary! Like waiting for the other foot to drop; it’s been so amazingly perfect so far. I guess that foot drops on Monday, when I start language school.

Oh, and most most important. The host family appears to have a very strong Christian faith. Marsil has lots of American Christian music on his I-pod (gift from his father). We’ve had a couple of God talks already. He listens to some very deep music. Very unusual for a boy of his age. Excited to hear and share more of his faith. Will go to church with them on Sunday. Really looking forward to it.

And, along with the taxi service, I’ve been meeting this host of friends and family of Nidia. Like I’m the new kid in town and need to be introduced to as many people as possible. Now have almost ten cell phone numbers in my phone in case I need to reach any of these new friends. I’ve been very blessed.

I know this is the honeymoon. I’m too old to think otherwise. But what a great honeymoon. Nothing I expected. Nothing could have been further from my expectation. It’s been incredible.

But, I guess that means only one thing. All of you that have been praying and are praying for me. The prayers are being answered. From the Christian friends, to those I can love and be loved by, to the comforts of Costco want-a-be. I could not have scripted a better two days. My eyes still well up when I think of all of you that I’ve left behind for this season, but you have to know that God is doing what He always does. Takes incredible care of his children. Despite their (my) stubborn ignorance, stupidity, and missteps, His faithfulness comes shining through. And, for all your prayers and thoughts, please keep it up. And, please add a prayer of thankfulness for the prayers He answered through you. Your prayers. Thank you. Seriously. Thank you.

Marsil and I are up at 12:00 midnight with me finishing this first blog. He's updating his Hi5 blog; check him out at www.marsil16.hi5.com. I’m writing my first blog. Both just hanging like old friends. Really good.

Tomorrow’s Saturday. After Marsil studies, we’ll probably tool around Santiago again with Paul in tow.

(I will post several phone numbers to get in touch with me via email. Didn’t want to post via Blogspot.)