Commit You Ways to the Lord

Photo Credit: OM Ireland

Impact Ireland ended on Monday and I apologize for not writing sooner. I think I avoided it because I didn’t know where to start. The two weeks cannot be captured in a few words, but thankfully, they don’t have to be. Each of the 40 plus participants along with each OM staff and church member has a story, if not many stories of how they witnessed God working and moving. After being separated into four teams, it was incredible to come back together and share all of the experiences. What I would like to share with you today follows our theme verse for Impact this year Psalm 37:5. “Commit your ways to the Lord; trust in him and he will act.”

Monday July 8. It was day three on the road for the Big Red Bus Team and we were with the Shannon Team. Although early on in the week, we were already feeling tired as we had used a lot of energy training many of the sessions the week prior. It didn’t help that being in the sun made everyone want to sleep and without an air conditioner (yet) the upstairs on the bus was easily 85 deg. There were definitely some spiritual attacks that day and with less kids at the kids club than anticipated, some were feeling discouraged. That evening however, we all met together before the youth rally and since we were waiting on a few people, we decided to pray. For 45 minutes we lifted our petitions to the Lord, read from scripture, and even sang together. There were moments of silence, but never emptiness. The room was filled with the Lord’s presence and He gave us a newfound excitement for the night ahead.

We went out into the square and ran through our program, singing songs of worship, presenting dramas, and sharing testimonies. All the while groups of young people listened and watched or pretended not to, but stayed anyway. Conversations began and soon they were at every turn. Joanna and I spoke with two girls who we thought would only listen for a few minutes, but ended up discussing God, the gospel, and salvation with us for an hour and a half. And we weren’t the only ones who had a story to share when the evening was over. When the team returned at 12, 12:30, everyone was buzzing like a hive of excited bees. There were stories of people opening up for the first time ever after years of rejecting talk of God. People laughed and cried together. The name of Jesus was proclaimed and glorified.

On our own we would be nothing, but when we put our trust in the Lord, He exceeds our expectations. This is only a brief example of how God did amazing things in Ireland this last week and how He is working here. This was just one night in one place from the perspective of one girl. I love what Joanna wrote about on her blog. It's quite well written so it'll be worth your time and it probably captures the experience much more eloquently than I do. 

I would also like to briefly add that I was incredibly honored and privileged to have had all the opportunities I did during these two weeks alone. I loved worshipping with the "Lacken House Band" and I couldn't have asked for a better team on the bus. The Lord brought us together at just the right time and I will always remember this time fondly. 

Photo Credit: OM Ireland

Photo Credit: OM Ireland

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Taste of Ireland: Sunscreen is known as sun cream and a 99 cone is an ice cream that was, you guessed it! 99 cents!... only now they are usually 1.20... lame.

When A Thought Became A Vision and A Vision Became Reality

Ten months ago I was introduced to puppetry and subsequently shadow puppetry. Over the course of time, I found myself greatly enjoying puppetry and the whimsical aspects of its nature. When done well it can captivate an audience of any age and communicate thoughts and ideas in such a way that people sometimes cannot. Five months ago I was asked to explore shadow puppetry. I was not unwillingly, but I was taken aback. I was interested in it, but I didn’t think it was something I could accomplish while here in Ireland. I spent a month or so researching and collecting ideas about shadow puppetry then began to experiment creating my own. The process was a bit rushed as I was trying to have the show prepared by Easter. After Easter though is when I really began to develop the final production. I recreated or added on to nearly all 50 plus cardboard puppets. I should have timed myself to see how many hours were spent on this project, but I would guess well over 70 hours.

After all the puppets, screen, and frame were complete, a team of a few other people and myself recorded the story and added sound effects. What is great is that even if the shadows turned out to be dull, the story sounds like a reader’s theatre! Once the recording was ready, we practiced behind the screen until the story was fluid. I am incredibly proud of all that we accomplished just in creating this and so thankful to everyone who encouraged and supported me along the way. What is even more amazing is how God is using it to reach into the little hearts and minds of all the children who have seen it this month and who will see it in the coming weeks. What a beautiful thing to be a part of!

Taste of Ireland: The bodhrán (pronounced bow-rawn) is a traditional Irish frame drum made of goatskin and played by holding it in one hand and hitting it with a double-ended beater in the other.

Feeling Like A Smoothie

Not long before we began our bus tour, I wrote in my journal “I either want to spend everyday until I leave Ireland on the road, or sleep everyday until I leave.” Among other reasons, I thought being busy on tour would keep me from feeling like this emotional smoothie. I want to stay. I want go home. I have a home here. I want to find another home in Jackson. I love what I am doing now, but I am excited about the future. With only a month left before I head west again, it’s almost impossible to avoid thinking about leaving and that means goodbyes will come sooner than wanted.

If anything, the tour has just added to my emotional smoothie because now I have more people whom I love but will depart from. I have also seen how short a year really is. It takes time to settle into a role, establish relationships and trust with team members, develop skills, and invest in people. Many kids from this past week would have seen me in the Christmas tour, but I will now never see them again. And when Junior brings a team back again, he will likely be the only familiar face.

I want to invest more than a few months. I want to commit my life to the work of the Lord. I don’t want the next four years to be a break from that or a period of rest.

Taste of Ireland: "What's the story?" is a common phrase used to ask "what's up?" or "what's going on?"

On The Road Again!

Last week we began our June school tour with the Big Red Bus, which means we are on the road again! We have quite a busy schedule going around to schools, housing estates, and churches to share the gospel through puppets, crafts, songs, and interaction. Our theme is that "God has a plan for you." We use a hand puppet, a magic board, and shadow puppets to talk about Jeremiah 29:11 as well as the message of salvation through Jesus. Please pray for the team as we head out to Co. Cavan this week and have about two schools a day, which could mean anywhere from 2 - 8 rotations of our program each day. You can find our schedule here. Also pray for all of the kids, parents, and teachers we will come into contact with. 

Behind the scenes!

Outside the bus

Taste of Ireland: The Irish word for Welcome is Fáilte and Slán is goodbye.

A Double Decker Through The Countryside

The general first thought that comes to mind when you hear “double decker bus” is a London bus or possibly a large city tour bus. Outside of London, Dublin, or another large city, double decker buses do not typically just pull up in the lane next to you. Imagine seeing what looks like a London bus driving right through the center of your town or even better, in front of your farm in the countryside. The sight would undoubtedly be unexpected if not shocking and definitely out of the ordinary.

This hypothetical scene is all but hypothetical. It is exactly what happens when we go out with the Big Red Bus, but instead of just giving people something to turn their heads to look at, we give them something to think about. The natural question is “why is there a double decker bus?” If we stop in their town, we might have the chance to answer that question and tell them about Jesus. If we don’t, they are at least left with a few other questions provoked by the verse on the sides and back of the bus: Jesus answered “I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one comes to the father except through me” (John 14:6). It is not enough for us to drive around the country and hope that people come to Christ just because we have a verse on the bus, but the verse just might plant a seed that was not there before. It has already opened up doors for conversations with people and reminded us on the team that we are ambassadors for Christ.

Unfortunately, it can be incredibly easy to forget why we are here, even when we are submerged in ministry. Fatigue can set in. The preparations can feel like a chore. The puppet routine can become nothing more than a performance. And a group of rowdy children can feel like just another group to get through. This is spiritual warfare. Each day we go into battle and combat these feelings and thoughts with prayer. We must rely on God and remind each other that we serve the Lord and He is with us. It is so refreshing and encouraging to work with the local church whose members are always excited to have the bus come. They tell us stories after the day of ministry is done about people who came to the bus and interacted with them when they never would have before. They see the kids’ faces as they watch us doing the shadow puppet show (something we cannot do while behind the screen) and tell us how they absorb the story like sponges. They pray with us and for us as we pray for them and once again, I am amazed by the body of Christ.

I don’t often think about how crazy this life is, but I am so glad it is. I get to work with an international team of incredible individuals driving around Ireland in a bright red, double decker bus sharing the gospel through puppetry. Crazy.

Taste of Ireland: If something is cool or really awesome, you might hear local youth say “class” or “savage!”

Hey! What Happened to May?

May has come and gone in what feels like the blink of an eye. May was not even particularly busy in terms of my ministry involvement, but was rather a preparation month for all the things we have going on this month. Several new people arrived at Lacken in the month of May, three of whom are a part of the Creative Arts team. Emily and Joanna are interning for the summer from Bryan College in Tennessee and David from Georgia will be helping drive the bus.

In the past couple of weeks we have been getting to know each other better while putting together the programs needed for this summer. One of the most exciting things we have done while in the office (or rather the main house living room) is record the audio track for The Tale of the Three Trees shadow puppet show. We will still be doing the shadows live on the screen, but with a recording I was able to add sound effects and small details to add to the storytelling. By itself it sounds like a reader’s theatre production. Hopefully we will be able to film the show and allow you to see what all I have been talking about.

Another exciting thing we did was participate in the Carrick-On-Shannon 400 year celebration on Friday. It seemed to be out of nowhere that we were invited to participate, but it was a reminder of God’s timing and provision. It was a week and half ago that we were in Carrick with the bus hoping to meet up with some of the teens from our ministry time there in February. Instead of having a full bus like we anticipated, it was completely empty. Some of us walked around town and struck up a few conversations with adults here and there, but even the town seemed to be dead. Then before the evening ended, Junior received a phone call from the man organizing the parade. He asked if we would like to drive the bus through the parade. We accepted and brought the bus back the following week. The sun was shining. The streets were packed with people. Both young and old celebrated the past and future of the town. We went along the parade route with our worship songs pumping through the speakers as we passed out tracts to the spectators. Then when we set up the tea and coffee bar, a whole family came aboard and chatted with us about God, faith, and Christianity. In conversation with the kids, I used the little girl’s name to explain grace and before they left, I got through a simplified gospel message using the colors of the pick-up-sticks we were playing with.

I am but a sower of seeds. The Lord knows if what was said was ready to take root or not and He is the one who waters and allows new life to grow. (fr. Mark 4:1-20)

 

This is normal.

If you would like to know more about Emily or Joanna, check out their blogs by clicking on their names! Plus, they update more than I do. :)

Taste of Ireland: “Top of the morning to ya?”… no one says that.

The Average Adventures of a Girl Named Laina

Part I: The Bus

It was a damp and grey day. The room was dim when Laina awoke to the sound of rain on the window. She looked at the clock and rolled over. The only thing demanding her attention was the pillow beneath her head, but soon enough the day beckoned her to join it. Laina rose from her slumber and went about her morning routine, much like many mornings before only without the haste or numerous glances at the time. And as she finished her breakfast and packed her lunch she looked outside and prayed the rain would stop, not because she didn't like rain, but because she would soon have to walk in it, no matter how hard it fell.

With rain jacket zipped and hood up, she braved the wet dreary day and began her adventurous journey to the west of Ireland. Fortunately the rain had dwindled to little more than a drizzle and remained that way for quite some time. And as uncomfortable as it was to walk with a seemingly very heavy duffle bag, she reached the town hospital where she was to wait at the bus stop. According to her sources, the stop should have been just past the hospital buildings, but there was nothing there, not a sign nor a bench or any form of a bus stop, at least as far as Laina was concerned. With a fear of missing her bus and a sense of uncertainty about what to do, she walked into the hospital building in hopes of finding a local who might be able to give her some sort of direction. Upon inquiring, the hospital warden assuredly informed her that she simply had to wait anywhere along the main road in front of the hospital. "Anywhere?" she asked with a hint of disbelief. "Yes, just along the road there," she replied. "Right," thought Laina, "I guess I'll just go and find a relatively safe and visible spot." After finding such a spot, she stood and waited. The bus was scheduled to arrive in a matter of minutes, but it would likely not be on time. How much so was uncertain and Laina didn't want to take any chances of missing it, so she stood firm, despite the increase in rainfall. Sure enough, the bus was late, five minutes, ten, fifteen, and finally twenty. At that point Laina was a little concerned that perhaps she had read the bus times incorrectly or the bus had somehow already passed through without her noticing. She rang the bus station and was patched through to the driver. “Oh sure. We’ll be there in about three or four minutes,” he said. That seemed like a curiously precise number of minutes for such a late bus, but it was assurance enough for Laina to continue waiting until it arrived.

After nearly half an hour, Laina boarded the bus and took a seat. She had a connection to make in Knock Village, but unless the bus made extremely good time, Laina already knew she was going to miss it. There was no point in being pessimistic though. Who knew? Maybe all the bus drivers were having an off day and this bus would be late too. Even so, the hour and a half passed and there was no way she would make the connection and the next bus wasn’t until five pm. That was 4 hours away. Feeling slightly discouraged, but also a sense of humor in the situation, Laina phoned the friend she was meant to meet at her final destination. It looked like she was stuck in Knock, by no means indefinitely of course, but nonetheless stuck, and according to Keilah, it was a terrible place to get stuck. There was some truth in that because there really was not much in Knock at all, unless you enjoyed shrines to Mary and buying plastic bottles for holy water, which you could have at that point easily used to collect the gallons of rain falling from the sky.

Not wanting to be wet or haul around her bulky duffle, Laina found a quiet café to sit in and read. After choosing the café, she wished she had chosen somewhere a little warmer or at least with more character, but still feeling optimistic, she reminded herself that the place she had chosen was well lit and quiet, perfect for reading. She ordered some hot soup and took out her book, eager to let her mind wander into a fantasy – if you are curious, she began reading Lord of the Rings for the first time.

At last the waiting, that didn’t actually feel terribly long, came to an end and Keilah (and Mum) came to the rescue! In the end she gained or saved three things: first, the money that would have been used to buy the second bus ticket, second, peace and quiet to begin a good book, and third, a story to tell afterwards, and for your sake, the last may have been the best reason.  

The End

Taste of Ireland: School buses in Ireland look just like the other buses (big coach buses), only they are labeled for school use.