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Oh man, I should blog about this trip, right?

 

Here's the deal.  My first trip to Zambia wrecked my world and took my family with it.  I couldn't help but spend much of this trip reflecting on that first experience, and how much life has evolved because of it.

 

Nothing has had such an effect on our lives, on the working out of our salvation like aligning ourselves with the poor.  I can't think of an area of life that hasn't been lit up because of it.

 

My first time in Zambia was a visit to Mars.  This one was a trip to my second home, two weeks away with extended family.  This place and these people have become so integrated into our daily lives, our conversations with God, our passions, that they are always with me, always on my mind, always in my heart.  I'm always in Zambia, and I'm always with Jim, with my kids, no matter where I am.  That's just how it is.  So going back was a relief, a joy, and just one more of many, many times I hope to return.  From the minute we touched Zambian soil, I was right at home.

 

I'm searching my journals, I'm organizing my images, I'm getting ready to share a bit.  I am so thankful I had the opportunity to go, so thankful for every one of you who supported me financially, and with your very coveted prayers. 

 

Thank you.

 

The question isn't so much what did we do, but what didn't we do? We worked with youth at two camps, we prayed with the sick, we played with orphans, we spent time in the compound and it was a blast.  We  made music and took pictures, we saw some elephants.  I spent a lot less time with my camera, and instead just took it all in.  I don't regret it.

 

If you're looking for ways to get closer to the poor, to defend the orphan and the widow, to fight for hope and health in the face of the AIDS crisis, please ask me more about Poetice.  This organization is after the very heart of God.

 

In no certain order, look for more posts to come...