Blessed

It's been a while since I've updated this, but I want to take this one to be fairly sentimental. Just recently, I have realized that I'm over halfway through my college career, and I have started looking at my life introspectively.

First off, the picture above is what I woke up to a couple of weeks ago. Being able to wake up early and see God's creation, just so that I can stare at it in awe completely blows me away. Think about it. All of this-- all of what is around us-- was spoke into being.

How can that not hit you hard? Beauty spoke into being?

On a more physical level, I cannot help but smile when I think of my friends. All the people close to me that have been put into my life the past twenty years have helped shape me into who I am today. For that, I thank you all. I have been so blessed to have these relationships with these people, and I can only hope to continue living life with them.

Of course there's my family, too. Tonight I was able to spend some time with my extended family, and I loved every minute of it. Being in the company of people that I never get to see together was so much fun, and I thank God for them.

I'm not writing this to say that my life is any better than any others, but to tell all my friends and family that I love them and I truly do thank God for them. All of you are crazy awesome people, and I am so glad that all of you are in my life.

That's the end of my sentimental rant, but seriously, I truly feel blessed by God by having you all in my life.

-Matt

High School Clique Social

Ok, bear with me here. I'm sitting in Starbucks, and I keep having the most awkward eye contact ever with this girl. Not only that, she just came it and sat down. Never ordered anything. Just sat down. And I cant look up from my computer because every time I do, eye contact happens. And this isn't good eye contact anymore. It's "wow-you're-looking-in-my-direction-way-too-freaking-much" eye contact, but it's not my fault. She's sitting directly in front of me, and I'm not going to look only to my left and right. I would obviously look like I was intentionally avoiding her. Which I'm doing now by pretending there's nothing else around me. Go away weird Starbucks girl. Go away...

Now that I have that off my chest, let me show you how Project let us relax and enjoy our Friday night last week. This, I assume, was to let us get away from the Sandman in the most ridiculous way, and I loved every minute of it.



Each room was assigned a high school clique ranging from rednecks, goths, skater punks, gamers, fine arts, nerds, preps, and more. There was a guy's room and a girl's room paired with each other, and we were told to go get dinner and then meet up at a skating rink so we could all look like complete idiots together. Keep in mind that we were in complete costume.



So the rednecks wound up going to dinner with the nerds. I'm pretty sure the waiters thought we were complete morons, but I'm ok with that. Anyway I think that may be all for now, I'm not too sure what else there is with that. Oh yeah, I was under the impression that the skating rink was more or less rented out for us. I was wrong. The stares I got from little kids was more than enough to scare me for the rest of my life. Worth it? Yes.













Peace.

-Matt

"I'm Not Called"

While we have been down at Project, as some of you may know, we have been challenged to share our faith with other people. One of our three themes of the summer is "engaging the lost", and we are trying to practice that. I don't know if I mentioned before or not, but we are reading a book, Radical, by David Platt, pastor of The Church at Brook Hills, in Birmingham. While reading a section of a chapter, I was hit with some of the words that Platt said. It revolves around foreign missions, and I felt like I should post it. It's a bit lengthy, so bear with me, but I recommend reading all of it.

The section title is "I'm Not Called".

"I wonder if we have in some ways intentionally and in other ways unknowingly erected lines of defense against the global purpose God has for our lives. It's not uncommon to hear Christians say, 'Well not everyone is called to foreign missions,' or more specifically, 'I am not called to foreign missions.' When we say this, we are usually referring to foreign missions as an optional program in the church for a faithful few who apparently are called to that. In this mind-set, missions is a compartmentalized program of the church and select folks are good at missions and passionate about missions. Meanwhile, the rest of us are willing to watch the missions slide shows when the missionaries come home, but in the end God has just not called most of us to do this missions thing.

"But where in the Bible is missions ever identified as an optional program in the church? We...were all created by God, saved from our sins, and blessed by God to make his glory known in all the world. Indeed, Jesus himself has not merely called us to go to all nations; he has created us and commanded us to go to all nations. We have taken this command, though, and reduced it to a calling--something that only a few people receive.

"I find it interesting that we don' do this with other words from Jesus. We take Jesus' command in Matthew 28 to make disciples of all nations, and we say, 'That means other people." But we look at Jesus' command in Matthew 11:28, 'Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest,' and we say, 'Now, that means me.' We take Jesus' promise in Acts 1:8 that the Spirit will lead us to the ends of the earth and we say, 'That means some people.' Bur we take Jesus' promise in John 10:10 that we will have abundant life and we say, 'That means me.'

"In the process we have unnecessarily (and unbiblically) drawn a line of distinction, assigning the obligations of Christianity to a few while keeping the privileges of Christianity for us all. In this way we choose to send off other people to carry out the global purpose of Christianity while the rest of us sit back because we're 'just not called to do that'.

"Now, we know that each of us has different gifts, different skills, different passions, and different callings from God. God has gifted you and me in different ways. This was undoubtedly the case with the disciples. Peter and Paul had different callings. James and John had different callings. However, each follower of Christ in the New Testament, regardless of his or her calling, was intended to take up the mantle of proclaiming the gospel to the ends of the earth. That's the reason why he gave each of them his Spirit and why he gave them all the same plan: make disciples of all nations.

"Isn't it the same today? When I sit down for lunch with Steve, a businessman in our faith family, it's obvious that we have different callings in our lives. He's an accountant; I'm a pastor. He is gifted with numbers. But we both understand that God has called us and gifted us for a global purpose. So Steve is constantly asking, 'How can I lead my life, my family, and my accounting firm for God's glory in Birmingham and around the world?' He is leading co-workers to Christ; he is mobilizing accountants to serve the poor; and his life is personally impacting individuals and churches in Latin America, Africa, and Eastern Europe with the gospel.

"Steve and others like him have decided that they are not going to take the command of Christ to make disciples of all nations and label it a calling for a few. They are not going to sit on the sidelines while a supposed special class of Christians accomplishes the global purpose of God. They are convinced that God has created them to make his glory known in all nations, and they are committing their lives to accomplishing that purpose.

"In Romans 1:14-15 Paul talks about being a debtor to the nations. He literally says, 'I am in debt to Jews and Gentiles.' The language is profound. Paul is saying that he owes a debt to every lost person on the face of the planet. Because he is owned by Christ, he owes Christ to the world.

"Every saved person this side of heaven owes the gospel to every lost person this side of hell. We owe Christ to the world--to the least person and to the greatest person, to the richest person and to the poorest person, to the best person and to the worst person. We are in debt to the nations. Encompassed with this debt, though, in our contemporary approach to missions, we have subtly taken ourselves out from under the weight of a lost and dying world, wrung our hands in pious concern, and said, 'I'm sorry. I'm just not called to do that.'

"The result is tragic. A majority of individuals supposedly saved from eternal damnation by the gospel are now witting back and making excuses for not sharing that gospel with the rest of the world.

"But what if we don't need to sit back and wait for a call to foreign missions? What if the very reason we have breath is because we have been saved for a global mission? And what if anything less than passionate involvement in global mission is actually selling God short by frustrating the very purpose for which he created us?"




As I write this, reading through it for the second time, I realize how hard this message is. I'm going to have to wrestle with it because everything that Platt says is true. We have been created and commanded to live a life of missions. Yes, we all have been given different skills and passions, but we cannot simply sit back anymore and let only a few people do it. Penn Jillette, a magician/comedian and well pronounced atheist told of a moment in his life where a man came up to him and shared the Gospel with him. He claimed that this man was incredibly sincere, and though he did not believe what he had to say, he questioned all other Christians by saying, "If you truly believe in your religion--if you believe that your way is the way to save people from eternal damnation in hell--how much do you have to hate someone to not share your faith with them?"

-Matt

Oil.

McDonald's decided to give me a day off today. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to completely enjoy my day of bliss because I spent four hours in a library taking an online psychology course. Just for those of you who were wondering, summer long mission trips and school don't mix very well -- especially if the place that you are staying at has no internet. However, I am learning to manage my time, which is a blessing, I'm sure.

When I got back to the Sandman (our condo/hotel if I failed to mention the name before) someone told me that the oil had finally arrived onto the shore. As I walked out onto the beach, I was overcome with the most eerie feeling. The beach was completely dead. There were no birds, no screaming kids, no volleyball -- the wind was not even blowing. Moving towards the water, I realized that there were no wakes, either. I have never seen the ocean so flat. It felt like I was standing in front of the biggest lake I could imagine. Eventually, I saw the Akers family and walked down the shore with them. Disgusting blackness was lining where the tide had recently receded. Some were in small patches, and others took up a fairly large amount of space. We could even see the filth floating in the water.

It's a bit of a sad feeling to think that the beach will no longer be beautiful and white, but I know that there will be people out daily cleaning in an attempt to keep it as it was. Anyway, that's all I have for you. Just a tiny update on Project.

-Matt

He Washed It White as Snow

"The real human predicament, as Scripture reveals, is that inexplicable, irrationally, we all keep living our lives against what's good for us. In what can only be called the mystery of iniquity, human beings from nearly the beginning have so often chosen to live against God, against each other, and against God's world. We live even against ourselves. An addict, for example, partakes of a substance or practice that he knows might kill him. For a time he does so freely. He has a choice. He freely starts a 'conversion unto death,' and for reasons he can't fully explain, he doesn't stop until he crashes. He starts out with a choice. He ends up with a habit. And the habit slowly converts to a kind of slavery that can be broken only by God" - Cornelius Plantinga

Our speaker tonight, Matt Francisco, spoke on the seriousness of sin. He told us how sin is self-chosen slavery. We know that we are sinning, but we cannot explain why we keep on doing it. We know that because of our sin we simply fail to enjoy God, but we cannot seem to stop ourselves from continually falling into it. Matt said, "Satan is smarter than us, stronger than us, ans more subtle than we can ever imagine. He is not going to steal our hearts away from the Lord towards the sin of unbelief through murder if he can do the same by getting us to say bitter things about a person. He will not lead us into straying away from God through adultery if he can get us to lust in our hearts."

I am a slave--not because any man, woman, or any other being has put me here, in this position, but because I have chosen to not side with Christ. I have chosen to not enjoy God completely because I thought I wanted to satisfy myself with the things of this world.
"For all that is in the world--the desires of the flesh and the desires of the eyes and pride in possessions--is not from the father but is from the world." (1 John 2:14)
I now want to be in love with the Father in a way that I never would have imagined. I want to throw away everything that I have--just so I can love Him more. I will no longer choose to commit idolatrous treason against Him for things of this world. I will not longer choose to side with our Enemy. I will no longer choose to be a slave.

-Matt

"For the wages of Sin is death, but the free gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord." Romans 6:23

Summer at the Beach. Summer With God.

Wow, what a great feeling to be back on this thing, blogging away my thoughts, feelings, and actions so that everyone of you fine people can enjoy. Or not enjoy. I hope for the former, rather than the latter, but I'm sure if you didn't like it, then you would have stopped reading by the second sentence. I'll be attempting to update this blog at least once a week, but I hope I can do it more often that that because I feel that I'll have a whole heck of a lot to share. However, the condo that we're staying at has no internet connection, which, in turn, causes a problem with blogging.

For those who may be completely out of the loop, I'm in Ft. Walton Beach with roughly 225 college students from different campuses participating in a 9 week long ministry/mission called Summer Beach Project. Basically, each colleges Campus Outreach leaders brought a group of kids down here to do this. A typical week consists of about 40 hours of work at whatever job we can find, Bible studies, sermons, intense small groups, and spreading God's Word to our co-workers and even strangers on the beach. (And we have some time to have fun, as well.)

I arrived Tuesday, got unpacked, met my room leader/ discipleship leader (or D-group leader) and roommates, and we had orientation on top of that. We were told the basic rules of Project and its theme(s), which is "Multiplying Christ-like Leaders Who: 1. Commune with God 2. Deal with Sin 3. Engage the Lost."

Wednesday we, as a whole, spent the day searching for jobs around the Ft. Walton/Destin/San Destin area. I lucked out because the day before one of my friends offered me a job at a McDonald's. Yes, I am flipping burgers and scooping fries all summer long. With that said, though, others were not as fortunate. People have still not found jobs as of today, and they need the money so they can pay the rent for our condo. Roughly 2/3 of Project have jobs now, but the others are in some serious need of prayer.

Friday night, the CO leaders set up a game of Beach Olympics, which was made up of a relay race, a tug-of-war, a sumo wrestler pit, and a series of events which were ripped off of American Gladiator. However, as we walked out onto the beach, we all stared in awe as an ominous storm hovered over the water. We managed to finish the relay, but floods immediately started coming down on us, and to say that thunder and lightning filled the sky would be an understatement. After about ten minutes of the most intense rain I've ever seen, though, it completely subsided. What hit me the hardest about this massive storm was how incredible God's power is. Just the sheer force of the winds and sound of the thunder and the lightning that streaked across the sky was so impressive, I was not scared, I was in awe of our Creator and how beautiful He is.

I'm so amazed at what this Beach Project has in store, not only for me, but for the other students here, as well. In just four days, I have seen a change in my life. Given, it's starting out subtly, but I'm in love with what is happening, and I want more of it. Our sermon tonight was on the Bible itself. The speaker tonight, Rob Shaw, told of how the Bible was the foundation of the rest of our lives. He said that he had heard a description of the Bible as the unfolding drama of redemption from Genesis to Revelation. The thing that stuck with me most about the message, though, was an analogy that he gave about God's Word. He told us that it's like dining with Jesus. That may not sound like much, but he reminded us that the special aspect about dining out is that it's a pause in one's day to enjoy time with the one who we're with. Quiet time will no longer be something that I do because I feel I need to do it. I know that when I read His Word, I'm taking a moment to get to know God more and spend time with him.

If you made it this far into this post then I'm going to thank you for going through my week with me. I can't promise that every post won't be this long, but I'll try to keep it shorter and sweeter. While I have you here I want to ask you to pray for this Project. Pray for the students to grow closer to God, for their lives to be touched. Pray for the ones without jobs to get hired. Pray for spiritual leaders to come out of this. Most importantly, pray for an effective spread of the Gospel to the residents/visitors in the area.

Anyway, I'll try to keep you updated with everything going on here. Thanks for sticking with me.

-Matt

"There is a God-shaped vacuum in the heart of every person, and it can never be filled by any created thing. It can only be filled by God, made known through Jesus Christ." - Blaise Pascal

Recapping Life

This shows what has engulfed my life for the past four weeks. I have no excuse as to why I have not updated this thing, other than these seventy guys and four trophies (which, in my opinion is more than enough to seem dead to the blogging world).


I hate to be completely reiterating what Matt Davidson has said on his blog, but I have had the fortune of participating in Dudes-A-Plenty with him. Both of us know that this is important. And all of Samford knows that February is the month of amazingness. Yes, I made up a word, back off. Besides, I'm a rock star. "I don't need no education". At least the judges agree with me since we won Sweepstakes. I hope you're not thinking that I'm completely full of myself here. It's just an incredible feeling to achieve The Trophy after putting forth what seems like countless hours of work into a 6 minute show. This experience is something that I would never exchange for anything. Ben Telfair and Jeremy Hunt have been two of the most amazing directors this year, and I can only hope to follow others as great as them in the years to come. For those of you who are reading this and don't know what the heck I am talking about, here is Step Sing: Greeks and Independents alike form groups of up to seventy people and put on a six minute production. DAP did a show called Dream On, or The Dream. Whichever you prefer. We were school boys that wanted to be rock stars. And rock stars we became. We danced. We sang. We competed. And it was nothing short of awesome.

Things to note: Two Fridays ago, there was three or four inches of snow at Samford. This past Sunday, I was able to lay out on the campus's quad in shorts and a short sleeved tee. This morning, the high was 22 degrees. I believe that I live in the most weather-ly diverse place on the face of this planet. It's impressive the lack of sick people on campus.

More fun facts: I have four classes. I have five tests this week. Do the math. Well technically it's one quiz, one mid term, and three tests. Still, seriously guys? Did you just all collaborate together to make my life stress the week immediately following Step Sing? Did you just get together and say, "Hey I know that my students have been working their tails off for the past month for this one weekend where they cannot do any more work. Let's test them!" Thanks guys. I appreciate it.

I'm sitting in the hall right now outside of Josh's room. I can hear the shower running and the Beach Boys playing. I would like to restate that it's cold outside. The Beach Boys and Winter just don't seem to flow in my opinion. I also just realized that I truly am sitting the hall typing on a computer. Three people have passed me and have given me weird looks. I guess hall time is not supposed to be spent sitting down on a computer.

I'll go now. Just so I don't keep looking like a dummy. Half a week to go until I can rest. Keep living The Dream. I did. And it was awesome.

Matt

Quick quote of the yesterday.

It has come to my attention that a certain someone demanded a quote from me. Since I'm not feeling creative, and this certain someone demands a lot at all times, I'm going to put this one right in from my twitter and facebook.

"These are the fountains of salvation, that they who thirst may be satisfied with the living words they contain." - Athanasius on the New Testament

-Matt

Ok. Look. It's been over a month since I've decided to pop back up into the electronic world. To have had a full month of complete nothingness, the past ten days or so have been full of enough activity to fulfill those four completely void weeks.

Update on the life of me: I'm an RA in a freshman boy's dorm, I'm now taking my first official major classes (though I have yet to declare JMC, yet), and I forgot how beyond blessed I am to be going to Samford and to have the amazing friends that I have in my life. End of my sentimental moment.

The RA job is so incredible. I have some amazing guys on my hall, though it has taken a slight bit of time to find that out. My first hall meeting was...interesting to say the least. Though I had already met a couple of them and was expecting some two-way interaction between them all, the room was deathly silent. Noticing that I was on a quickly sinking ship called Failure to Communicate, I choked, and had to have another RA save my butt from looking like a complete fool. Luckily, I came out only looking like 90% of an idiot. Since then, though, things have picked up and I have actually established some relationships so hurray, right? Seriously, I have some awesome guys, and it's gonna be a good year, I hope.

My classes are going incredibly awesome. Honestly, I have to say that this is the first semester where I'm actually excited about getting up and going to class. Weird, yes. However, everything that I am taking now is exciting and fun to learn about. Don't judge me.

Again, a shout out to my friends. If you are reading this, then seriously I thank God for you every day. I can't believe that I've been blessed with all of the people that are in my life. Even those that will ultimately play a fairly minor role in my time here on earth are incredibly special to me, and I could not be more thankful for you.

This week has been fairly hectic. Step Sing has taken over my life, which isn't a problem by any means, but it is quite exhausting. I thought that my first few weeks as an RA would go well, which it has, but last night one of my residents called me about midnight saying his ceiling was leaking. Minor understatement. His entire ceiling was filled with water to the point to where it was sagging and ready to drop out at any moment. (Given, this is all completely my unprofessional opinion.) Maintenance finally arrived around 1:30 or so, and said that they could not work on it until today, so maybe they'll get to it. I hope he hasn't drowned in his leaky room yet...

I think this will be the extent of my life that I'll open up to you, Dear Reader, for now. Take care. Love you all.

-Matt

The South

After living in the South for nineteen and a half years of my life, I have officially experienced everything there is to experience. Today, as I was driving, I passed a small truck. On the back of this truck (written in mailbox letters you get from wal mart) were the words:

"I'M BOSSY! NAH HOW U DURIN?"

Thank you for making my day, whoever you are.

This completes the extent of my day.

-Matt

Mindlessness

I guess it's been a while since I've updated anything on my thoughts/life/whatever else is going on around me. To be quite honest with you though, I don't fully know what has been going on or what true festivities have been happening since I got back in the states. I mean, yeah, we had Christmas (which was awesome) but I feel like that may be something that everyone relates with because they had the same thing. Family, fellowship, fun, fantastic gifts. Sorry. I needed another "f".

Seriously, though, with the exception of the past couple of days, my life has consisted of waking up, lounging, eating lunch, lounging, dinner, and then I lounge until bed time. Sure, I'll text people or hold phone conversations with others, but it's not anything spectacular. I'm hoping by now you haven't lost interest in my life story because all I seem to be doing is ranting about dullness. Don't get me wrong. I LOVE THIS. However, it is the reason why I haven't updated in a while.

As I mentioned before, I said the past couple of days have been fairly busy. My granddad and I have been asked to build a stage for the children's ministry at our church. I initially thought that this would be a fairly simple task that would be done within a relatively short period of time. I could not have been more wrong. Apparently the people that ship wood to the hardware store thought it would be freaking hilarious to send warped wood to be sold. Not realizing this, we bought it. On top of working with non-straight boards, the floor in the church seems to be a bit uneven. It's like every minor detail that could go wrong, will go wrong (if it hasn't already).

Again, I apologize if it seems like I'm complaining about things. I'm not. I'm just stating facts about how my life works.

Did you know that the world, in fact, may never know how many licks it takes to get to the center of a tootsie pop? According to the tootsie pop makers, a large variety of factors come into play here, such as: the size of your mouth, the amount of saliva you produce, licking time, etc. Fun stuff, right? Also, did you know that There are 10 human body parts that are only 3 letters long (eye, hip, arm, leg, ear, toe, jaw, rib, lip, gum).

That's all for now. My mindless ranting seems to be slowing down. I feel like the humor needs to be picked up on these. Hope I haven't lost everyone's attention. Well I know I'll have at least one fan. Love you, Mom.

Seriously.
I'm done now.
Enjoy your lives.

-Matt

It's Raining and You're With Him

Just kidding. I mean it's raining, but I'm expecting that no one is with him right now. I don't truly know who "he" is either... In all honesty, I'm just giving a shout out to Josh Sizemore. Not because he's with him, but because it's a song he wrote. Hey, Josh.

Seriously, though, it has been raining all day. I'm not talking about a slight drizzle. I'm saying that there's been quite a few inches of rain coming down all day. Which means this has literally been the laziest Sunday I have ever had. And it's been awesome.

Did you know that if there's grease on the bottom of a pot/pan and you put it on the stove, then the stove will catch on fire? Apparently Katie didn't. Katie is also one of my cooking team members. We're still failing at cooking. Did I mention that she was making macaroni and cheese? I'm not complaining at all. I am one-hundred-and-fifty-three-percent-fully impressed that somehow, someway, she managed to start a fire with macaroni and cheese. And how the grease got there, I have no clue. But flames emerged. Twice. And life was interesting, as usual. Tomorrow, we make hamburgers for dinner. Just pray for us...

Tomorrow is the last full day we're in Guatemala. So we're gonna paint. It's also the last day that we're playing soccer. Hopefully, MAYBE, if God smiles upon us, we can beat these kids and go home with our heads held high. Shouldn't we be given a victory after losing to these guys twice and losing to tiny boys and girls countless times? I think not.

Well boys and girls, I think this may be the last time that I'll write from this place. There's been a few things I've left out, such as hearing the story of Casa Aleluya (sorry if I butchered that) and some others as well. So, if you remember, or want to know, just ask when I'm back home and have full communication capabilities.

The quote of the week/the theme of our visit here come from Matthew, chapter 18: "And whosoever shall receive one such little child in my name receiveth me."

See you soon.

Just Another Day...?

More facts about Guatemala:

Don't drink the water. This also means don't eat ice cream. Ice cream comes from ice. Ice comes from water.

Coconuts are a natural laxative.

There is only one true traffic law: do not get in a wreck.

Five o'clock a.m. on the dot means 6:30.

Tim is afraid to pee in front of cars.

All of these I experienced today. All is well, but it's 10:00 p.m., and I just got back to the gringo house. I've been up since four this morning, so I'll keep this brief. We took a 4+ hour drive out to a landfill community where we passed out toys to children. Then we waited. And waited. After that, we waited a little bit more, and decided to head home. During our drive back, someone (Tim) may or may not have distracted our driver to where he rear ended someone on the highway. Being that we were a good hour and a half outside of Guatemala City, it took a good hour and a half for the insurance person to arrive, which meant that Jacob, Tyler, Tim, David, and I sat around with quite literally nothing in the world to do. Since we missed dinner with the rest of the gringos back at the casa due to the wreck, our driver, Adam, took us to Pollo Campero, which I'm convinced means "Chicken Camp" in Spanish.

I have nothing else. It's raining now, which, in turn, means it's bed time.

Hope you are doing well. I'll be back soon.

-Mike

El Red-o and The Heartbreak

Facts about the Spanish language: "El red-o" does not mean "The red one", and "Mi hermana!" does not mean "I'm sorry". Luckily, I have not been the one to make these mistakes, and even better, I have been around to witness them.

Yesterday, we went to a village about an hour or so outside of Santiago. While we were there, we began painting a house for a couple that are due to get married in Marzo (March). After the children that lived there used all of our paint, we walked around the small community and played with the kids. Tyler, Tim, Katie, and I met a man named Timoteo Quie. Talking to him was a bit of a struggle because the language in the village was a Spanish/Mayan hybrid. After about half an hour of us painfully talking to the man, we got a translator, who still couldn't fully understand him. However, we found out that he was there because he wanted to be a missionary. He claimed he had a few monetary problems, but as soon as he could take care of them, he was going to travel the country and teach about God. I wish I could post some pictures right now, but I didn't bring my cable to move pictures from my camera to computer. All in due time though.

Today, we (get ready) painted. Monotony abounds here, but it actually is fairly relaxing. Tomorrow we head for Antigua so we can shop in the markets. I can't wait.

Story of the day. You know those kids that are the stuff, and they know it? Yeah, they abound here. Not that it's a bad thing because they're nice to us, but we know that they know that they are ballers at life. Now, these kids approached us last night, and by kids I mean 17-20 year old boys. They asked us if we would be interested in a "Gringo vs Casa" game. Naturally, we accepted because we are seven confident college guys. 2:30. Today. Stone soccer field. It went down. There were five of them and seven of us, which, believe me are terrible odds for us. One of them is about equal to three of us. However, we brought the rain. We got up 4-2 and only needed one more point to win. By some act of God, though, they came back and beat us 5-4. Now, defeated, we're all hanging our heads low because we were ridiculed for being sissies, again, and we may not have another chance to attempt to redeem ourselves. That's the extent of the past couple days. Sorry if there's not much humor or interesting facts in here. I'll try better next time. Oh yeah. We had a rat yesterday in the gringo house. It was... interesting. More guys freaked out than girls. Actually, it was just Tim.

Hasta luego.

Sunburns at Christmas

Day Three in the Guatemalan Jungle.

Life is still amazing in this place.

Even now, the hard work we're doing is paying off. The school that the Casa has made over the years has been repainted, as have the stairs that lead up to it. Today, three of our guys and I put up the walls to a shed, which (believe me) is a whole heck of a lot harder than it sounds.

PAUSE. Yes, those of you who decide pick at my word usage, I know that the previous statement is not grammatically correct. However, it was the best that I could do.

Now, back to what is going on down here. We just got through working for the day; therefore, I'm now blogging. Usually the trend is work until lunchtime, take a break for a little bit, and then go play with the niños ("children" for those of you who have not taken Spanish).

I was told that tomorrow we will be traveling to a nearby village to check up on the pastor there, and we will most likely be giving food to the residents there. Before I go on to some humorous portions of this trip, let me first say that I am amazed at this group of people that I'm with. There are only eleven of us, all of which (exept one) are 19-20 years old. Not once have any of these people complained about this work nor have they had to be motivated to do anything. It truly is awesome what is happening here.

As I said before, it is day three of jungledom; however, we have been together as a team for about four days. Shortly after my last post, I, as well as everyone else staying in the lovingly named "gringo house", found out that one of our team members did not know what my name actually was because he yelled "Hey, Mike!" in my general direction. So, after much laughter, we told him that he was wrong. Problem fixed, yes? No. It turns out that my dear team members have now decided to abandon my name given to me at birth and have now all started calling me Mike. What's even worse, though, is that I'm now responding to it.

We have also been split up into cooking teams. Not a bad idea, naturally, because who wants to cook every single night for ten nights? Not this guy. No way, no how. Not my chair, not my problem. That's what I always say. Sorry for that tangent. I hope someone that reads this knows what I'm referring to and maybe, somehow, possibly that person will laugh. Anyway, cooking teams. Awesome idea. Poorly executed. I'm on a team with two other people that don't know how to cook either. I'm sure Rachel Ray would have gladly jumped off of a cliff if she saw what was taking place in the kitchen two nights ago. We made spaghetti. SPAGHETTI! There is no possible way that spaghetti can be hard to make. But it was. Nonetheless, we struggled through and, in the end, were complimented on our dinner. Thursday night, we are up again for dinner, and are supposed to make Santa Fe soup. Hopefully, that will go a bit better. I mean, how bad can you mess up soup?

I'm glad some of you are actually checking in on this. It makes my rants seem a little less pointless. Here's another saying that is probably a little more significant in your lives than John Wayne. "Get busy living, or get busy dying." It's from The Shawshank Redemption. And yes, Tyler, I did happen to steal this off of your facebook page.

Time to go get my play on. Take care.

-Matt


Quick update. After posting this initially, I noticed that I never referred to the title. It's Christmas time. I have a sunburn. I am not entirely too sure whether I'm amazed, excited, or sad. You decide. Vote on it. Somehow. Maybe. Or not. I'm stopping now. Until later.

The Third World

What's up everyone? Turns out that the third world country that I am currently in (Guatemala for those of you who didn't read my only post and are too lazy to scroll down) has wireless internet. That's not entirely too true, actually. We're at an orphanage for about 300+ kids from infants and up, and the place just installed a working wireless internet here. So I decided to update from here.

First off, let me say hey to my mother. I'm alive and will be home shortly. Thanks for putting up with me leaving you right at Christmas time.

Ok, now off to my trip. Long story short, we had an incredibly long bus trip to Atlanta/flight to Guatemala. We arrived, though safe and sound, and then, having not slept in 48 hours, decided to play with the kids. Don't get me wrong, people, it was amazing. We (7 nineteen year old guys) got DEMOLISHED by 6 and 7 year old girls in soccer. This statement, too, is a minor fabrication. They were 12 and 13. It was murder. However, it was incredibly fun. This is what has consisted of my life for the past two days. All of this reminds me that although I have taken 3 and a half years of Spanish in my life, all that I could understand from anyone was the little girls calling us sissies. And this is only because an English speaking child told us this.

Well, I'm being antisocial with my team here, so I should probably go now. Tomorrow is the beginning of the work week. It should be... interesting to say the least. I'm sure it will be awesome though. I'll try to update throughout the week but can't make any promises. Hope everyone's break is going well.

Oh yes, the quote of the day: "Get off your butt and join the Marines!" - John Wayne. Is there any significance to this? Probably not. Enjoy it though.

On The Bandwagon

Well, it seems as if I want to conform to the ways of three of my friends and start blogging. I can only hope that this is half as interesting as theirs, so that maybe I can up my cool points by at least a fraction. It's all I ask really.

Of course, in my life I've been known to do things with bad timing. So, naturally, the day I actually commit to blogging, I have to stop because I'm leaving the country for ten days in order to go to Guatemala with one of my friends, Tyler, and about ten other people from his church. We'll be working from sunup to sundown, which makes me worn out just thinking of it, but I know that this isn't about me. Well I don't want to go overboard on my initial post, but I'll leave you with this fairly profound quote from Jon Foreman.

"If you approach the world with the apron of a servant, then you are allowed to go places that you can’t go if you approach it with the crown of a king.”

Marinate on that for a while, if you wish.

Guys (and girls, of course) have an awesome several days. I'll be sure to update on my trip as soon as I get back in the States. Until then.