The life and times, musings and experiences of someone following a dream given by God in a place thousands of miles away from home.

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I’ve now been in Brazil for a little over 4 months, and the time out here has been interesting to say the least! It’s been interesting for numerous reasons, but the main one is that I simply could never have imagined what this time would have been like before I arrived. I mean - I had expectations, I’d heard stories, I had contacts and a ‘pinpoint’ sized idea of what I was going to be doing – but even this wasn’t preparation enough for what God had in store.

If you’re expecting stories of supernatural miracles, or some extremely deep ‘change my life in one line’ quote, I’ve got neither. What I feel I’ve been gaining since I’ve been here is experience, relationship and understanding. My eyes have been opened not just in a worldly way, but a personal, private and indescribable way – so I won’t try to describe what’s changed. What I have noticed though is how much I viewed the world through culture. Seriously, if you think you’re view of the world is ‘without blemish’ without experiencing another culture in-depth – get out. Culture is like this – a pair of glasses with lenses inches thick that we don’t realise we’re wearing. My time here has been filing down my English lenses, adding some Brazilian, and at the same time making it clearer what things are cultural, and what things aren’t. Again, I can’t really explain it, it just ‘is’.

My story since I’ve been here has been more a case of ‘self-discovery’ (sounds awfully ‘rah’ and ‘gap-year spiritual journey’, but it’s true), understanding more about myself and how I really think. In all honesty it’s been quite scary, but thankfully God is gracious and showing me areas of my life that without the experiences I’m having here probably would have gone unnoticed and unchanged. I’ve not done an awful lot, or at least it doesn’t feel like I have. I mean, I’ve been involved regularly in the worship at the Manifesto church which has been immense, I’ve been helping out in the Tribal Generation office with translating their website into English, went on trips to Peru and another city in Brazil called Aracaju, spent a week in Goiania with another Sal da Terra church, and have spent the last few weeks in the house of Alan & Enilce (who were the original family from Brazil to come to Hereford for two years in 1996).

Spending my first Christmas and New Year’s away from home was a different experience – A Christmas with sun instead of snow, with friends instead of immediate family, Brazil instead of the Barrels, and late evening instead of early morning. For the first time I started to feel a tad homesick, but don’t worry too much – I quickly got over it! ;-) But seriously now, it seems I’m at a point where I’m missing my England friends more and at the same time I’m gaining deeper friendships here – like a friendship crossover type thing.

News for the future is looking very promising. Speaking to Alexandre (one of the Pastors of the Centroeste congregation, one of Sal da Terra’s main churches), my time in the new year is going to be very busy not just with the School of Church Planting course, but also with some of the other stuff that they have planned for me. At the moment there are thoughts about being involved in their Evangelism Committee (a group of people that organise how the church is going to do their Evangelism – the more structured events), being more involved in the organisation of the Global Tribal Generation Gathering in June 2012, and have already started being involved in the worship in the Centroeste congregation. As part of this I feel it is right that I move to the Centroeste congregation as my main church, but will still aim to keep in close contact with Manifesto. The pastors of Manifesto are heavily involved in the School of Church Planting, they have their more ‘extreme’ services on Saturday nights instead of Sunday, and most of my friends are from that Church.

I can’t think of much else to write other than this. Of course, if you’re interested more in what I’m up to – feel free to write a message on Facebook, ask my parents (if you’re in Hereford, although, they’re often really bad at telling stories) or write a letter, or even ring me ( 005534 9253 2633 – it’s not that expensive!)

Prayer list, if you’re into that kinda thing – which is a really cool thing to be in to – would be Focus, Faith, Language, Friendships and Integrity. They’re all vague words, but have widespread applications in my situations at the moment. If anyone has any prophetic words or images for me, please feel free to send them my way – would be hugely appreciated!

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So I’ve now been in Brazil just over 2 months. There’s been a severe lack of blogging simply because I’ve really not been doing that much. Seriously, I spend most of my time in the classroom on Facebook downloading old-school Christian hardcore albums, reading theology, and trying to learn more Portuguese.

Frustrating isn’t quite the word. It’s a weird time. Because of the language gap I can’t really get involved ‘involved’, and I haven’t yet made contacts which have free time during the day. Even students are different here - you can’t meet up with 4 other students at Uni a day, and still have time for Uni work, Church and socialising (how I MISS my student days) - because they have uni either in the morning or evening, and work the other, so they don’t actually have ‘free-time’. But at the same time in the conversations and interactions I’m having, I’m able to see more and understand more about the culture and the language. It’s like, Limbo with purpose.

I really don’t like waiting. It’s so, not me***

In relation to this, I wonder how King David felt when he was told he would be King, but didn’t see this happen a good number of years later? He KNEW what would happen, and what his life would be like when he would be king, but, he had to wait for it.

I guess I’m waiting for a button to be pressed somewhere. Like a ‘I’ve-been-here-long-enough-now-it’s-time-for-God-to-switch-something-on’ button and make something happen. But, at the same time I don’t think it’s going to happen. I went to a meeting yesterday with the leaders of Missao Sal da Terra. I like seeing how things work and how people debate issues. But, in short - I can understand the subject of a conversation, but have very little idea about the actual conversation. So, being there was great - but it made me realise I need to spend even longer here than maybe I thought. It’s one thing being in a meeting and making notes about what is said, it’s another seeing how things are prioritised, argued, resolved and decided over the course of a year.

I’m in Brazil to learn how the church affects the culture. These means understanding culture, language, and church. Doing this in just shy of 18 months, is almost impossible.

I really hope God isn’t calling me to spend too long out here. Is that bad?

***Suggestions, comments, queries, salutatins, valedictories, compliments, encouraging words all welcome.

Only for the King

Jx

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Seriously, I blink and I lose 4 days. I leave my house on Tuesday afternoon, and before I know it it’s Sunday. The past few days have been incredibly busy I haven’t had chance to even eat properly. This is a run down of the past few days - sorry if it gets boring, there’s a lot to get through.

So firstly on the plane from London to Sao Paulo I met a Brazilian couple who lived in Ireland for two years to study English and were moving back to Brazil that day. Found out they went to a church called ‘Snowball Church’ - the idea being that it gets bigger and bigger and bigger like a snowball - apparently it’s about 8000 studenty aged people praising God. Then - they invite me to stay with them for a few days at some point, and they will gimme a tour of Sao Paulo with their friends. When we arrive at Sao Paulo I meet their family, after getting a photo with the gringo that their daughter met on the plane the Dad starts talking to me about taxes, renewable energy and the economics of Soya - lots of simple maps were drawn (by the way, this was all in portuguese…). Then, instead of getting the bus transfer to the next airport, the Dad offers to gimme a ride whilst checking out the sights of Sao Paulo. That was fun.

Then I’m on the plane, and when I get off - man - wow. I don’t like to boast or anything, or get real soppy - but Ana looks so much better in 3 dimensions than on a Skype video call box. She was waiting at the airport with her parents, they took us back to their place and gave us some space together - and we just watched a film. Simple, but felt so good. Seriously - I was afraid it was going to be awkward, but it couldn’t feel more natural if I tried.That night, go straight out to do some evangelism in a place called Esperanca (Hope) - it’s a joke because it’s full od drug dealers, there was one outside the church as we arrived. Fun times.

Now, my house - Casa do Missionaro (Missionary House). Everyone there goes to the same church - Manifesto (which we’ll hear about in a second). It’s amazing. Ok, so I’m sharing a room with 3 other guys, and don’t have my own wardrobe, but it’s not the surroundings that matter it’s the people and relationships. One of my room mates is a Tattoo artist, and he has his own kit with him… I am blatently going to get tattooed up before I get back home. My first breakfast with these guys I just asked them all to spell their names for me - so I could write them down and get used to them. There’s 11 of us in total, I think. 4 girls 7 guys. Most the guys are tattooed, one of them is an ex-drug dealer, and another has a tattoo of a satanic goat and pentagram… these guys are actually real. When I told them I’d never actually left the church - they were surprised.

This was my first day - the thursday morning. The rest is coming up a bit later.

Only for the King

Jx