John's Guide to Texas

For some reason, this video popped into my mind this morning. If you're road tripping through Texas this summer, here are some ideas on how to maintain your sanity.

Bike 4 Burundi Documentary

Reflections on Living in Africa

2 weeks in the USA and I still can’t think of how to write a blog to summarize my experiences in Burundi. Part of this is because returning to America has forced me to put a serious wall up. This is a wall that God is thankfully breaking down, because behind it lie many emotions regarding my response to the question, “What the heck are we Christians with means really supposed to do about poverty and injustice?” This is a question that I think is crucial in following Jesus, a guy who said things like…

Luke 12:33. "Sell your possessions and give to charity; make yourselves purses which do not wear out, an unfailing treasure in heaven, where no thief comes near, nor moth destroys."

Matthew 5:42. Give to him who asks of you, and do not turn away from him who wants to borrow from you.

I think that the message of scriptures like these is extremely simple and straightforward; but it’s super tough to implement. While living in Africa, I would justify my volunteering and teaching as the best way for me to personally help raise the nation out of a state of poverty and despair. Yes, I do believe that education is the best way to equip future leaders to help lift their country out of an economic pit, but what about the people that are currently hungry today?

 In Burundi, probably 50 times a day, kids who looked seriously poor and famished would yell at me “Muzungu! Amahera!” An extremely loose translation of this means “Hey white guy! I’m hungry. Give me money because when I see a white person, I see a dollar sign!” It was tiring to constantly be begged for money, but I didn’t become upset about being singled out for looking like someone with wads of cash. I understand why they begged me, and if I were in their place, I would have done the same. But what became tiring to me was how much it hurt to deny money to probably 95/100 who asked. (Remember that verse, Matthew 5:42 that I just quoted?) So I could justify this feeling of unease by saying, well if I gave money to everyone who asks, I would be the one begging.  But when I thought about how 40 hours of minimum-wage work in my country would leave me with more money in my pocket than the annual Burundian per –capita GDP, I suddenly didn’t feel like such a “poor missionary.”

When I say things like this, I know that people will want to send me comforting Bible verses that essentially say “let go and let God.” Sure, I absolutely believe that God is in control, but I also believe that he wants to use us to help solve inequality in the world. I think that we, perhaps, too often look for “comforting” verses to appease our consciences, when the reality is that we might need to feel and marinate in this discomfort and anger.

Maybe as I reflect on situations where I rejected malnourished kids, God wants me to be flustered and ticked off. And I think he wants me to figure out something to do in addition to keeping people at a safe and comfortable distance by “praying for them.” I believe that God has grace to make up for the places where I’ve failed, so I don’t feel guilty. But as a citizen of the world and a child of God, I do feel a conviction and a responsibility to help bring light and life to those who need it the most.    

Even though the physical poverty was always heavy on my heart, I do believe that my time in Burundi was well spent as I helped Youth for Christ found Gitega International Academy.  The vision and mission of the school is simply fantastic. (Read more at www.gitegainternationalacademy.com). And in only 1 semester as a teacher, I could see that we were equipping young men and women with mental, physical, and spiritual tools to mold their nation. Wow! And I not only fell in love with the enactment of the vision for the school, but with my 92 wonderful students that I could see transforming before my eyes. (A quick praise for them: When they came on day 1, they knew zero English. After 3.5 months of classes, I was able to have a nice conversation in English with about 75% of my students! Incredible!) I hope that I was a fraction of the blessing to them that they were to me.

GIA Basketball Team

I am seriously pumped up about the impact that GIA will have on Burundi. But I’ll need to be patient, because corruption and sin won’t vanish in an instant. So as I’m being patient, I also want to be proactive in supporting the good work of the organizations that I’ve observed first hand in Africa. After reading the Bible and seeing what I’ve seen over there, I can no longer simply close my eyes in the comfortable American suburbs (yes, I realize that we have our own serious issues of stress, isolation, and depression) and continue to think that the world is at peace.

Thanks again to everyone who helped get me over to Burundi. The money that you gave towards this mission has forever changed me, and hopefully many others, for the better. Before I knew them, I decided to put my butt through a month of pain as we rode bicycles across the USA to raise funds for orphans, schools, and pygmies in Burundi. Now that I know and love them, I would ride around the world to tell their stories! 

Here is a great documentary about world poverty and the vision of Jesus. If you have an hour to spare, it’s VERY MUCH worth the watch.

Here’s a little short video of me with my running team. Fun times.

After falling even more in love with education while in Burundi, I decided to further pursue teaching as a career. I'm now back in the USA pursuing a Masters of Arts in Teaching (Middle School Science and Social Studies) at Clemson University. Thanks for all of the support along the way. I'm pumped up for the next part of the journey!

Busiga Batwa

Here are some good stories from one of the Batwa communities in Burundi. Sarah and I will be spending Christmas in this village :) Bonus points if you can spot the short clips that I am in.

Thanks Loveworks for sharing these stories.

I Love My Pet Chameleon

This is just a normal Saturday morning at home.

Below are a few glamour shots from a recent modeling shoot.

African Love Letters

About a month ago, I gave my grade 7 and 8 students the assignment of writing my girlfriend a letter. The objective was to work on their English skills by writing her about themselves and wishing her a happy birthday. I showed the students the picture of Sarah below so that they knew who they were writing to. I did not, however, anticipate the types of letters that were turned in...ha.

Yeah...if I was a 7th grader, I suppose I would have also
turned this assignment into a chance to profess my love

These letters were...

Cute. Absurd. Hilarious. Touching. Amazing. Ridiculous.

 Here are a few good excerpts. If you can't read the words in the picture, click on it to make it bigger.

Enjoy.

Good stuff.

Messi Visits DRC Refugee Camp

 Hawaii. Scottish Highlands. Rocky Mountains. Maine. Burundi.

These are the most beautiful and stunning places I have ever seen. Burundi was certainly already on my top 10 list, but after my trip this past weekend, “The Heart of Africa” has officially entered the top 5.

Click on this to make it bigger...such a sweet valley!

On Friday the boys and I headed up to the Muyinga Province of Burundi (in the Northeast, next to Tanzania) to visit a friend’s church and a DRC refugee camp. As we cruised around the Congolese UNHCR Refugee Camp, flocks of children swarmed. This was nothing unusual for us, but the funny thing was that this time the entire group was convinced that I was Lionel Messi (arguably the best soccer player in the world). There have been about 10 other people during my time in Burundi to tell me that I look like Messi. It’s hilarious because I look NOTHING like the guy. The only thing we have in common is that we’re both 5’7 munchkins. I look like I am straight out of Ireland, and he is Argentinian. 

So anyway, I thought it would make the kids happy if I went along with their idea and pretended that I actually was Messi. Their faces beamed with smiles and it was not long before 50 children started chanting “MESSI! MESSI! MESSI!” at the tops of their voices. Zack, JD, and I were all dying of laughter, and it was certainly a memorable experience.

The Kids who thought I was Messi

Refugee camps are renowned to be severely overcrowded and full of poverty, which is definitely what we found at the DRC camp in Muyinga. Poverty, however, is a very relative thing in Burundi. The people in the camp probably survived on something atrocious like $2 per day, which actually seems like a lot compared to so many others that I have seen here. Wow! I can’t believe that this thought even crossed my mind while in the camp, because these refugees still lived in tiny shacks with maybe only 2 pairs of clothes! But it was definitely a nice change to see that even though they were in terrible poverty, nobody looked severely malnourished. So even though these refugee camps still have loads of problems, I am definitely grateful for groups like the UNHCR, the International Rescue Committee, and the USAID.

Refugee kids

USAID Corn...lots of it was definitely being sold at the market

Batwa Boys

My little malnourished Batwa buddy in his house

Batwa crew that I had fun playing toss with

The same day that we visited the refugee camp, we had the absolute “pleasure” of attending a 7 hour African church service. Wow, the music was great, but I don’t have the endurance for that type of thing. My energy has hardly ever been so sapped, and all I did was sit and stand and sit and stand for 7 hours. I can definitely say that staying in the same place for so long is much more of a challenge than riding a bicycle 100+ miles in a day. During that 7 hour church service, JD preached on leadership for about 2 hours. At the end he tried to be smooth and end his sermon with a little Kirundi; but JD isn’t so hot with foreign languages. He wanted to say “Thank You,” which is “Murakoze,” but instead he said “Mwaramutse,” which means “Good Morning.” It was 2pm. Hilarious! Zack and I laughed about that one for a while.

Other than the stunning beauty of the area, visiting the refugee camps, playing with little Batwa (pygmy) children, and on the drive back all three of us having a delicious breakfast of coffee and 2 igitumbura (donuts) for the grand total of about $1.10 US, the best thing about the trip was that we found a pet. We originally wanted a chimpanzee, but then we figured we would choose a pet that isn’t illegal to obtain here. The smaller monkeys were pricier than expected, so we were hoping to find some sort of reptile. We saw a green mamba on the road a few days ago, but since their venom can kill you in 2 minutes, we decided to not keep it. This weekend, however, we found the best possible pet! It’s a 5 inch Chameleon. We named it Karma, you know, after the song that goes “Karma, Karma, Karma, Karma, Karma, Chameleon.” Chameleons move ridiculously slowly, so we don’t even need a cage for Karma in our house. It’s extremely hard to lose her. And watching her eat will probably never get old. Now we are almost hoping for more flies to infest our house so that we can have the amazing entertainment of watching her sticky tongue booyah flies from about 5 inches away. Thanks God for making such an incredible creature! And thanks for allowing me to come face to face with so many overwhelmingly good and bad things that I would have no idea how to process without your guidance. I pray for myself and the readers of this for more compassion, love, joy, and an intense hatred of injustice. Spur us on to good deeds.

The Snake

Karma

Karma came to school to booyah some locusts and flies

-jeff