Testimonies on the Poverty Simulation

Here are some of the folks who went on the poverty simulation at Mission Waco, giving their impressions. Our trip for April is fully booked but we've had enough interest to form another trip in the fall. Let me know if you're interested.

Simulated Poverty

I and seventeen others from Lifepath returned yesterday from what's called a poverty simulation led by the folks at Mission Waco. People come from all over the nation (believe it or not) to spend a weekend learning a little bit of what it's like to be poor.

So what did we do during the weekend? Well, we aren't supposed to talk about the details of what happened. I will say that it's a little like being on a reality television show: You are confronted with decisions and circumstances which challenge you. You always have a choice in how you cope with situations - you just have fewer options than you normally do. There were times during the weekend when we were uncomfortable and moments when I wondered why I was there. There were also times of great learning and insight. One of our elders attended and, at the end of the weekend, said that the poverty sim should be mandatory for all our elders, staff, and congregational leaders. I don't think we'll make it mandatory, but it's a great testimony to the power of the experience.

Why bother learning about poverty? Well, the Bible is pretty clear that God wants his people to care deeply about the poor. Deuteronomy 15, Isaiah 58, Matthew 25: 31-46, Luke 3: 7-11, James 2 and a host of other passages in the Bible indicate that a care for the poor is a marker for telling who God's people actually are. To be one of God's family is to care about those who are suffering.

And it's hard to care about people you don't understand.

Zombie Blog

Ok, my blog has joined the sad ranks of those things which may look alive but are actually dead, like local newspapers or Ben Affleck's career. This past fall things with the church have gotten busy with the Inside-Out Vision and we keep something vaguely blog-like here.

But I either need to officially bury the Idle Eisegete or breathe some new life into it. What to do?

A Necessary Church

Some of you know that the church I serve is seeking to become something kind of special. We want to structure the whole thing around making a huge, practical, recognizable difference in our community. Our goal is that several years down the road we want to hear people in our community saying, "We need that church in our community."

We've started a new blog to keep folks in the loop about how we are progressing. Give it a look.

Kinda Scary

The Most Important Sermon I've Given at Lifepath

Really.


Read a transcript.

Listen to the audio.

Great Western Trek, Finale

After the beauty of Wyoming, we drove down through Idaho and into Utah. Near Salt Lake City at Antelope State Park we decided to visit the Salt Lake. There is only one word to describe it: ew. Do you see that brown film on the water? Those are salt flies. Millions and millions of salt flies. It was like something out of Dante. We stayed in a hotel that night to wash off the salt, sand, and ewwyness.

But Zion National Park in southern Utah was amazing. This is the view from our campsite.

There was a beautiful little creek just a few yards away from the campsite where the kids swam. Can you see those two little heads floating away? Click on the picture. There go my two sons.

It was all fun and games until their shoes floated away. After that there was a lot of shrieking.

We left Zion and drove through the canyons to Bryce. The hiking there was hard but rewarding. These geological features are called hoodoos.

Desert hiking isn't for wimps. We had to take lots of stops whenever we found some shade.

Allie admires the view. Maryallie looks uncomfortable. Can you see Jake hiding in the shadiest spot he can find?

But it was worth it.

Southern Utah is worth the trouble.

After the heat of Bryce we were surprised to discover the little oasis at Capitol Reef National Park. Lots of trees and deer. Allie's hurricane tarp has held up pretty well.

The campsite also had another little creek where there was much clowning about.

After all the desert hiking we were content to laze about for a couple days reading.....

....and roasting marshmallows!

Maryallie is something of a marshmallow gourmet.

The twins show their modeling skills.

We left Capitol Reef and were winding our way through the canyons on a two lane highway when a deer jumped out of the gully and creamed us. I never saw it until it was helicoptering off the grill. The front end was pretty torn up but still drivable. You can see the blood but if you look closely you can also see hair. No, I didn't go back to see if the deer was dead.

We made it to Dead Horse State Park where the views were stark but amazing.

Desert camping presents its own challenges. Dead Horse has some great covered campsites.

But we arrived in the middle of the day. It was too hot to do anything but sit in whatever shade we could find, read, and play with our army men.

As evening came on we felt more like getting out and seeing our surroundings.

The reason it looks so much like the Grand Canyon is that we're just up the Colorado River from it.

I love this picture. Nice job, Allie.

Keeping Dead Horse as our base camp we also visited Arches where we did more hiking.

Can you see Maryallie sitting at the base of the arch?

Kids love to climb.

Myown little flock of mountain goats.

Dead Horse is near Moab where we booked a raft ride down the Colorado River. The guide is telling us what to do if we fall out....

Maryallie and Hannah are ready to go.

Jake gets into the spirit of things.

Sam and I decided not to ride in the raft with the guide.

The kids took turns riding with me. Maryallie looks like she's concentrating.

Judith likes to be up front.

The view from the river.

Jake fell out of the raft early in the trip. After a moment of panic it turned out to be fun.

After a couple of hours of floating and paddling we stopped for lunch. The guides prepared sandwiches while we tried to find shade.

After lunch we had another hour on the river and then we beached the rafts and waited for the bus to take us back to Moab. One of the guides played with the kids. Judith is about to get dunked.

After the river ride we spent another night at Dead Horse. There are no showers so we spent the next day still covered in river silt. We drove the next day into Colorado where we stayed with our good friends Charis, Mike, Erin, and Anika. After a month of constant camping it was good to be indoors. We ate pizza, had adult conversation (yay!) and laughed alot. Mike and Charis are good company.

But I'm not sure our kids were a good influence.

After two days with Mike and Charis, we drove across the mountains to Denver to visit Allie's sister Amy, her husband Stephen, and many cousins. Unfortunately, we didn't get any pictures. The final two days we spent driving across Texas to get back to Houston.

After 5500 miles we looked a little ragged with our hurricane tarp, the front end of the minivan falling off and covered with the dust of seven states. But what a great trip!