grace.kindness.peace.disruption.pain.processing.rinse.repeat.have a nice day.

Ah, yes. The body is fine, thanks for asking. We tried to hit an Internet cafe yesterday, but all of them were without a connection. Apparently this is very uncommon. We're back downtown today without our leader … venturing out on our own! We came in to register at the US Embassy so Uncle Sam knows that we're here. We attempted to register yesterday, but it was President's Day. I don't know how we could have forgotten that one.

My team is great. I would put a picture of them directly below this paragraph, but the powers that be in this cafe have locked down the computers so I can't connect my camera. I'll get some up soon. My team is made up of Micah, Ben (a.k.a. Chia), Michelle, and Faye, our leader. Cami, Keith & Laura, and Joe & Mindy are other WMF staffers here with us. All of us are very easy going and laid back. We've had some great times of joking and laughter, as well as good conversation, prayer, and worship. We have a long road ahead together, and we are laying good foundations now.

We went to Lighthouse yesterday for the first time. We met about fifteen of the seventeen kids that come to the program. We meet from 9am-1pm in a building near the center of Freetown. The time is filled with playing, reading, and talking to the kids. About midway through the time one of the kids will lead a Bible lesson. I understand (from others) that yesterday's was really well prepared … even though I didn't capture much. I'm excited to learn the language so that I'll be able to communicate with all of them. They have amazing stories to tell; I look forward to hearing them. The crew is a lively bunch, playing basketball, soccer (football), and a checker-like game called Draft. Keith, the WMF staffer, is a former collegiate wrestler. When he and his wife head back to the states next Friday I think that I will be taking his place … whether I want to or not .

I'm living with a Pastor and his family in a suburb-like town to Freetown called Murray Town. The house is nice – I looked at the ocean through the window on Sunday while I shaved. I'm sharing a room with Micah and we hope to bring Chia up from downstairs soon so we can share the room together. The beds each have mosquito net coverings that keep the little buggers out (or in, if you're so unlucky), but also prevent any breeze that enters through the windows from reaching you to provide the maximum relief from the heat. I've come up with a new weight loss program. It's called journaling in bed. The last two nights I've sweated off what seems to be pounds as I journaled under the mosquito net. The journaling time has been good though, and I know that I will appreciate later any time that I put in now.

I think that I'll do some smaller, topical posts for specific questions I'm getting …

Simply put, I'm here. Wow, I'm here. There's so much going through my head right now that I'm having a hard time deciding what to write. Let's start off with those of you concerned with my safety … I'm good and safe. All the people I've met so far are very nice. We landed last evening around nine and were met with humidity accompanied by a slight breeze. Two WMF staffers and one of the Lighthouse program guys met us at the airport. The airport in Freetown isn't actually in Freetown; it's north of the city and across a bay. To get into town we hitched a ride on a helicoptor … quite exciting. We made it back to Faye & Cami's house around 10ish where we proceeded to slowly unwind and to let the fact that we are in Africa to sink in. It still doesn't seem real. The heat and humidity are helping me realize that I'm no longer in Indianapolis . The heat really isn't that bad and I have yet to really mind it.

I woke up around 9:30 today and chatted with Cami while she did her laundry by hand behind the house. The conversation was good. I'm surrounded by very capable, loving people to lead me on this four-month journey. Her initiative motivated me to do some laundry as well. The hand washing thing isn't so bad. You can forget about April freshness, but you're still left with clean.

After some breakfast and simple orientation the guys packed up our bags and the whole team journeyed to Murray Town where the guys will live. Murray Town is closer to downtown Freetown than Aberdeen, where the girls live. We'll be living with pastor Zizer and his family who have generously opened their home for us. Micah & I will live upstairs with the pastor's family and Ben will live downstairs with the Kelly's.

We chatted with the Zizer's for a while and discovered that they are good friends with the pastor that just visited Indianapolis three weeks ago. My world is small.

We left the Zizer's and went to lunch at a Lebonese restaurant … a tasty meal.

Yeah, so this post is pretty boring. There is a lot going on in my head right now and it's difficult to put my thoughts into words. In the absense of my wit I've told you about my day … not too exciting. Things are good; tough, but good. My team and the WMF staff are great. We've had good conversations and good times so far. Seeing the poverty both in the surroundings and the people is tough. We haven't even seen the slum yet. I'm not sure yet how I'll react to that. Despite the constant presence of the poverty, there is a beauty that permeates everything. The sky is blue and the ocean, viewable from the windows, is peaceful … that is when you don't hear the booms from dynamite fishermen . The situation will be very tough here soon. The language, Krio, has many English words which can give me the illusion that I have a clue of what others are saying. However, I am wrong most of the time. It's been a while since I've been in a situation where communication is so difficult. This will improve in time, but for now it is tough.

Thank you all for your prayers. They mean the world to me. Please stay tuned and I'll try to post some more interesting stuff next time.

I really don't have time for this, but I wanted to say thanks to all of you who have blessed me so very much in the last several days with phone calls, emails, meals, and time. I am very thankful to have such a base of support to go on this journey. I hope that you will go on this journey with me … by reading my stories and emails and viewing my pictures. Please comment or reply back. Please, please let me know that you are thinking about me and praying for me … it will mean the world when the nights are long and the days are dark with doubt.

My schedule for the coming day is as follows:

• Leave Indy @ 2:45 for Cincinnati
• Meet up with two of my team members in Cincy
• Leave Cincinnati four hours later for Gatwick Airport, London
• Meet the fourth and final member of our team at Gatwick
• Maybe take a quick jaunt into London
• Leave Gatwick six hours later for Freetown, Sierra Leone
• Arrive in Sierra Leone and take a helicoptor into Freetown
• ????

Again, thank you so much for your prayers and thoughts. Please let me know what is going on in your life through email. I may be out of sight, but please don't let me be out of your mind.

Let the adventure continue!

This past weekend was one for the annals of your friend here. I was utterly humbled on Friday evening when about fifty people gathered to pray for me. Several people drove in from out of town, including a professor and good friend from college, my parents, a friend from my church back home, and my old roommate Pete who now lives in Arizona. We began and ended the evening with good food and conversation. The middle was wonderful filling of moving prayer. I am not eloquent enough to describe my gratitude and other emotions for the special night. I can only offer a simple "thank you." You have made me feel very loved. Thank you.

The fun continued into Saturday when we got together with my Mom's side of our family for lunch. It was a great time to catch up and see some faces that I hadn't in a long, long time.

Here are some pictures of the events (click on the picture to get into the album). If you were at one of these events and have other pictures, please email them to me.

Saturday evening ended in some country line dancing. Let's just say that it's a good thing that I didn't get hurt. And sorry, there are no pictures. Please use your imagination.

Time that is. Seven days from now I'll be scrunched between a large Frenchman and a window on a jet plane over the Atlantic. It won't be the first time … at least in reference to the Frenchman. I once flew back over the Atlantic sitting next to a 300-pound Frenchman and his eight year-old daughter. She was cute. He wasn't so cute. I'm not small either. This perfect marriage of West meets old West (as in Europe) was only enriched by the fact that my seat's headphones did not work. I watched the very gloomy, dark movie Dark City and made up my own words. I turned it into a love story. What can I say; I'm a hopeless romantic.

But I digress (that's for you Wally). Anyway, it is true that I'll be traveling within the week. I'm going to take my first anti-malaria pill now ….

There it is. The deed is done. The type of anti-malaria medicine I've been prescribed has some fairly common side effects including "vivid dreams" (oh yes, I quote) and hallucinations. Please stay tuned to see if I am common.

I feel like I didn't get much done today, but this is a flat out lie. I probably feel this way because my desk is still messy. Much that was not done when I woke up is not in a complete status … whether that be truly finished, indefinitely postponed, or deemed unworthy of my time. I'm happy to say that most things fell into the first category. Sadly, my taxes did not fall into any of the three categories seeing that my TurboTax program got an attitude around 9 in the p.m. After a couple reinstalls, I'm back in action and ready to get back the money that the proverbial man has been holding for me all year.

I had lunch with my many of my old team members today from the small pharmaceutical company that has granted me a leave. It was great to see them and catch up a bit. I enjoyed talking about "business" for a little while, though I quickly realized that I missed the people more than I missed the work. So far my unemployed status feels mostly like a vacation – as if I should be headed back to work tomorrow. I'm sure that once I hit the ground in Sierra Leone that the vacation feeling will have stayed safely back in the States.

Welp, that's about all I should put in tonight. I need to get to bed and see what this medicine can do to me.