Friday, July 25, 2014

Dominican Republic Discipleship Trip 2014 - Day 2 in Santo Domingo (July 24)

Day 2 was tons of fun!

First getting up and chilling in the room for a bit with Katy, then we went out to the kitchen for breakfast. It was wonderful!

Breakfast:
Mangu (not Mangos...and I will explain mangu on another post),
Scrambled eggs with veggies,
Café,

After eating I went over and talked with the other peeps that are staying in this house. Because we were going to the Villa Alta Gracia there were a few things we needed to do beforehand.

- Drink a large glass of water in the earliest part of the morning that you can.
- Eat very well.
- Just before we head out...go to the bathroom. Because there will be absolutely no options for that for the next 5-7 hours.

Then we headed out to meet up with everyone at the other house! Once there we started the first talk of the trip, basic information about why we are here and what we are doing. The other Jessica on the trip sat in front of me so I gave her a neck and shoulder massage. A bit later, one of the other girls said she was in line for a massage, and before a few hours went by, apparently most of the group is claiming a spot in line. So, someone ends up in the floor in front of me, or siting in the seat ahead of me in the bus, is hoping for a massage.

Lunch:
Sandwiches of (I think) turkey and ham, mayonnaise, and cheese.

The entire Grove family is here on the trip, and so there are a LOT of names that start with the letter J. Thus putting our initials on water bottles doesn't work. The Grove family has a system of J1, J2, J3, etc. It's kinda cute actually. Only one slight problem...J3 and JB look a LOT alike when written small on the top of a bottle cap and slightly worn away from wiggling in a backpack. Now the funny part. J3's name is Jessica. JB...that's me....Jessie Bear.

Once everyone had a name on a water bottle we pile in bus and start heading to Villa Alta Gracia. The talks on the drive...hmm...I'll just keep you guessing on that one. Hehe...
No, but actually for a bus packed with 14 "kids" ages 25-9 you'd think we'd be more goofy, but rather talks are about the culture, what games are best for observing the culture, what are the moral issues with the culture, etc. Babes made the two best observations about the DR culture of the day.

1) Why do they paint all their trashcans?
2) Why are the houses bright on the outside, but dark on the inside?

Well done Babes...keep asking "why?", keep looking for the root of this issue...

Now the actual drive was quite an adventurous occasion. We go in two cars, all the "kids" in one bus and the parents in the other. Our (us kids) bus driver lost the other car in the crazy DR traffic, and we didn't see them for about an hour. We were only a little bit concerned, and only learned later that night, that the other car had ended up networking a small handful of calls in order to get directions, their adventures also included a cell phone running out of minutes.

When we arrived at the Villa, and went into the church building, all the people were clapping, they clapped long enough for a single file line of all 19 of us to walk in through the door and find seats on the floor in the corner of the front of the church. As we walked into the church I noticed the children first. 80-100 children were seated on the floor packed into this small single room building. When I sat down and looked out, I noted that all the girls were on one side and all the boys were on the other.

Our coming to the Villa was to bring a Bible story to the children, and to see the progress of the buildings. For the story, Mrs. Raimundo taught about Elijah and the widowed woman and her son, the story of God providing for our needs. (I Kings 17:8-24)

My God is a Providential God, He provides everything we need. Sometimes that means doing some really neat things. Mr. Raimundo found a girl selling food, and bought all her food. That gave her the free time to come listen to the Bible story...it also gave the kids a snack...and provided her family with a little bit of money. God provides. Always.

For some pictures with the kids and our team, we all scattered into the group of kids sitting on the floor and sat with them. I ended up with one lil girl snuggling in my lap,  two girls with their fingers interlocked with mine, and another girl had fun when I leaned over close to get a picture with her! Bar none....snuggles are the best!

After the Bible story, singing a couple songs, and snack, the kids took us for a short walk around some parts of their shack village. We ran out of time and needed to get back to our apartment, so the walk was cut short.

The drive back was one of the most fun drives ever. We played some clapping games, took way too many pictures of each other, talked about culture, and about our families.

Finally regrouping at the apartment...we realized that we did not have time for the 19 of us to all shower and dress up for going out. So, we ended up going out to diner in t-shirts and jeans. Cramming 19 people into 2 vehicles is an adventure in itself! In the Ford explorer I was in, we had 2 in front, 4 in the middle, and 2 in the luggage area in the back. It was very fun! We went to a nice place to eat. Mr. Raimundo ordered for us all. (I will detail this later if possible.)

Ricardo lives close to a fun ice cream parlor. It was a much looked forward to event for those of us who came last year. Ricardo and Mr. Raimundo decided to go, and about 1/4 of the peeps at the whole table knew we were going but before we told the group, we got the idea of making it a secret!

We told everyone that there was a change in plans and that we would not be having a study. A few didn't really think anything of it, Jenn and Joshua seemed genuinely surprised and asked what was going on. But Mr. Raimundo didn't say. So we all got up, went to the public bathroom (this is a big no no in 99% of cases...but in the DR 1% is really big!)

When we pulled into Valentinos Jenn and Joshua knew what it was, and so did Knepps. It was a lot of fun seeing the delight on the faces of the Grove family and James and Timothy. Apparently, no matter where you go, ice cream is always a hit!

Just like in the car trips, plane rides, and hanging out at the houses...conversation never dies off and is always stirring. Jenn, Katy, myself, and Jessica stood together eating our ice cream and talking about our favorite books of the Bible and why they are our favorites. Another conversation I had was with Evelyn (Ricardo's darling wife), we talked about homeschool and how things work for homeschoolers in the United States.

After all the ice cream, fellowship, and just a general great time together, we had to head back to the apartment. We all got there, then got back into our two groups and split up to go home for the night.

Finally, after almost exactly a year, I was back in the black police Suburban with Ricardo. It was so much fun. Knepps and I were kinda emotional about it actually. I think she was more so than I because she's kept up a closer relationship with them through the year than I have. But it was very touching to me to be back, to sing songs in that Suburban again, and joke with Ricardo once again!

Amid all our songs and talking we ended up lost.

So, Ricardo called but no one answered, I think he called 3 people before getting someone. But finally we got to our house, and went almost exactly straight to bed. I say almost...because I diverted that trek to take a shower. A much awaited first shower in the DR.

My shower... *happy sigh*
I was coated in two days of sweat, bug spray, sunscreen, and dirt from Virginia, Florida, Santo Domingo, and Villa Alta Gracia. This shower was very wonderful. <3
Half way through my shower, I remembered...DO NOT DRINK THE WATER. For the second half of the shower I could not remember if I had drank any...but getting lost in thought, I realized that some got in my mouth. I spent the rest of the shower spitting out any liquid in my mouth.

I went to bed shivering cold and woke up with a bit of a sore throat. I am not yet convinced that I am sick, but...I now have to keep a close eye on things.

**epic fail**

On the positive side, I do not think I will be getting nearly as sick as last year! So, I am very happy. I can't wait for the studies to start.

Please pray for:
- We are supposed to paint at the church, pray that we are helpful and willing workers,
- That we are all gracious and loving when time schedules get thrown out the windows...all the time,
- That we continue to grow in fellowship and are bonded ever firmer in love for one another because of Christ,
- That I and all the team does not get sick at all on this trip!

In Summary:
I love Mangu...I missed it!
Drink lots of water, but don't go to the bathroom except at home, church, or specific very nice restaurants.
The 9 yr old has the best observations.
I love snuggling kids. <3
God provides!!
If you take a picture of James, he puts his hands around his face and has a silly grin. (oh dear...what are we going to do with him??)
If you want a massage...get in line.
Ice cream is yummy.
Getting lost in a foreign country is fun...with the right people.
Showers are good (please take lots of them).
Drinking shower water...**epic fail**


I Kings 17:24

"And the woman said to Elijah, “Now I know that you are a man of God, and that the word of the LORD in your mouth is truth.”"



love,
Jessie Bear

Thursday, July 24, 2014

Dominican Republic Discipleship Trip 2014 - Day 1 in Santo Domingo (July 23)

Let's Start with the night before Day 1...so....Day 0?

Last year, one of the girls on the trip got to be very dear to me, we call her Rogers. Unfortunately, Rogers was unable to accompany us on this year's trip. Because of some other events, she was going to be unable to meet up with the team (and me!) until after the trip, even though we had planned to see each other before going this time. I went with Katy and Knepps with Mr. Raimundo to Walmart to pick up all the last minute items (extra toothpaste...please don't stop using toothpaste peoples!) and even after we thought we were done, Joshua called us and sent us back for socks (hmm...socks or extra time for what happened next...).

Eventually, we got everything and got back to the house. July 22nd is my Momma's and Brother's (17th) birthday, thus I planned a Skype call to sing happy birthday to them. I went inside, put things on the table, and get into the living room, and out pops Rogers with a basket on her head (so we said she was the only one with an appropriate party hat). I pretty much hugged the life out of her.

We did the call, it was fun. My brother is pretty goofy and fun to talk to because he is epic. Momma is the bestestest Mom in the world (you think you have the best Mom, it's okay, it's good for you to think that, but mine is the bestestest).

After a fun call, we had to go because we needed to pack everything into LOTS of bags. We have ended up with somewhere around 45-57 bags in total (I don't know for sure yet...the accountant major in me was told to get lost at 2 am).

A few things we packed late that night (and early the next morning):Bed sheets to leave down here,Notebooks,...lots of notebooks,Bread made by the Groves,Clothes to leave here,Water shoes,Hair brush,Bible,Our own clothes,A spirit of willingness to serve and learn,

Rogers, Katy, and I shared a room together. Even though we all went to bed really late, I loved my group because we went to sleep and liked sleeping.

We got up around 7 am (now we are on Day 1) for showers and last minute repacking of pajamas (don't forget to use that toothbrush!...repack that too!) as well as trying to figure out if anything was missed when packing so late/early.

The Groves were to meet us in the church parking lot at 1045, then we began rounds of hugs (and tickles) then packing suitcases into vans and cars. There are 19 of us American's on this trip (I specify American because later we will have some Dominican's with us) and putting a bazzilion bags and suit cases and duffle bags and pack backs and instrument cases into 3 cars is the Dominican level of adult Tetris.

At the air port, we stood in line for what seemed like a long time to get our tickets (it took longer to get our tickets, than to walk to security, get through security, and go to our gate) but standing in line with my best friend (Katy) and Knepps and the Groves...it was lots of fun.

We had Chipotle for lunch (it's so yummy) then sat waiting for our plane. On our plane we got out to the runway and sat there for a moment. What made it so amusing was that the Captain had come on the intercom saying that there were no planes around and so we shouldn't have any delays...then we had a delay. But it was a very short one, only a few minutes.

Our flight went from Dulles in Virginia to Miami in Florida, here we went to Ku-va (a little Cuban restaurant in the air port). Katy and I were the rebels and decided to order hamburgers since it was our last chance to have "American" food for the next 16 days. Hehe...

The flight from Miami to Santo Domingo in the DR was pretty uneventful as well (Thank you Lord!) which is a vast improvement upon last year. The ironic thing is that we still got to our rooms at the same time as last year, at least this time it was planned to arrive at 1:30 something in the morning.
It was really fun with so many people getting their passports stamped for the first time! Some didn't seem to really notice (maybe it had to do with it being way past everyone's bedtime...) and some were really excited about it. I think I am in the group that was too tired to care, because I am realizing that even now I haven't looked at the new stamp in my pass port.

Tomas met us at the air port, and helped us load our luggage into the trailer, then we packed like sardines into the van. On the way to our apartment I talked with some of the Groves, James, Andrew, and Knepps about the culture of the DR.

Things we are keeping our eyes out for:
Why do the Dominican's paint their houses with such vibrant colors?What are the moral issues of the people in the Dominican Republic?Why is the DR in the state it is in now because of those issues?

Babes or now "Bebe", was giving lots of great thoughts about those questions, for a 9 year old I was impressed, what's more, she was doing it well after my mind had turned off. Props to you Bebe!

At the apartment we loaded all the luggage into the living room then divided into two groups. The Groves (8) and the Raimundos (4) stayed at the apartment, and the "rest of us" (7) went to the local pastor's home. First evening here, and we're driving through the city of Santo Domingo and we see a prostitute go get into a truck. It is something so very, very common here. When the "rest of us" group got to the house, we drank lots of GOOD water ate bananas went went to bed.

This house has internet, so I am able to update you, but this is a rare treat as most days and places I'll be in the DR do not have internet. I will try to post as many updates as I can for you all!


Please pray for:
- our group to continue to bond,
- no one to get sick eating or drinking anything they shouldn't,
- chances to minister to the people,
- that we would learn and mature as Mr. Raimundo teaches,
- that we would continue to be sanctified through living so close to so many for so long

In Summary:
Flights were good.
I like everyone.
Bananas are amazing when you are super hungry.
Don't drink the water...but please continue to brush your teeth.
8 hours of sleep is wonderful.
Internet is a special treat in the DR!!!
Pray for us.

...have a nice day. ;-)



Colossians 2:1-5

"For I want you to know how great a struggle I have for you and for those at Laodicea and for all who have not seen me face to face, that their hearts may be encouraged, being knit together in love, to reach all the riches of full assurance of understanding and the knowledge of God’s mystery, which is Christ, in whom are hidden all the treasures of wisdom and knowledge. I say this in order that no one may delude you with plausible arguments. For though I am absent in body, yet I am with you in spirit, rejoicing to see your good order and the firmness of your faith in Christ."


love,

Jessie Bear

Thursday, May 8, 2014

Rain from a Blue Sky - For all who mourn

At the closing of this last month, a tornado carved a path through the home of a family, and it carved a jagged tear through our hearts. The following blog post was written to all of those who mourn the loss of Mr. Rob, Rebekah, and Tori Tittle. May the peace of God be wrapped around you and may you mourn with the hope of God. May you know that you are loved and prayed for…


What do you do when 27% of your family is suddenly gone? What can you do when you lose a dear friend? As the questions swirl in your mind, and the emotion rises up and lets those questions violently explode from your soul…

Why do bad things happen?
Why didn’t God stop this from happening?
Where is God in this tragedy?
How can any good come from this?
Why did this have to happen to us?
Why the Tittle family?
Why any of those who died and lost so much?

As the soul is in turmoil and tremors run wild in your body like a live current set free, yet you never asked to hold the fork as it was jammed into this live outlet. You simply ache and hurt as all your life goes rigged in disbelief and horror. This wasn’t the plan, this wasn’t the life you hoped for, it wasn’t even something you ever thought would happen even less thought even could possibly happen!

But the hard truth, the harsh reality is...it did happen.

Now as the storms move on, the blue sky returns, yet ruble remains, we must face a new and wretched question.

Now what?

But it brings to mind all those other questions we try to block out of our minds and you try to stave off from your soul because the pain is just too much to bear.

How do we comprehend death?
What does it mean…that we won’t see Rob. Rebekah. Tori. again this side of heaven?
How can something be that permanent?

If you would allow me, I would like to make a small attempt to encourage you, to offer an internet version of a hug, or rather my purpose is to spur on your faith in this crisis. That you would mourn, but as one who has hope in the resurrection Jesus Christ.


Why do bad things happen?

This assumes there is a “bad” and if there is a bad, there must be a corresponding “good”. These two must have predetermined perimeters or they are simply arbitrary. If they are arbitrary then it’s pointless to ask “why do bad things happen to good people?” because there is no set limits to good or bad,  so how do you know if it was bad or good?  But I propose to you that there are perimeters to good and bad, that there are limits, and that there is a God who decided those limits, and He is therefore the Judge of good and bad (evil).

I will go further with this and explain my point so that you can track with me on my thought line.

God set Laws, Adam broke those Laws, and because of one man’s sin, death entered the world. Because of sin, things happen. But this is not to say “because ______ didn’t take out the trash…there was a forest fire.” Rather because of sin, death is rampant, and entropy (all things tend towards destruction) is here to stay…for a while.  God allows evil/bad things to happen that through it He might be glorified. Does this sound horrid…maybe at first. But ask a Christian this question: Would you lay down your life, so that someone might come to know Jesus Christ as his Saviour?

The Christian will always ache and strive to be like Jesus, and Jesus laid down His life for the Church.

Sometimes it takes enormous sacrifice to bring life to a dying world. Mr. Rob Tittle gave his life for his family. He died as he lived, wholeheartedly believing that a Christian lays down his life for others, that Jesus laid down His life for His bride, that we might be called children of God. Mr. Tittle laid down his life for his wife and children.

What good could ever come of this?

I can now testify that such men of honor, valor, mercy, and grace live and die that the name of Jesus Christ might prosper. If I could tell the Tittle family something, I would let them know that the sacrifices of Mr. Rob Tittle, Rebekah, and Tori has strengthened my faith!

This tragedy has brought closer the hearts of around 100 CollegePlus students, not just a “campus”, but rather internationally, this has rippled around the world and these people love deeper, mourn together, pray harder, hold each other as more treasures not to be taken for granted. These kids are going to their fathers and reminding those Daddies that they are dearly loved. Churches and organizations are pulling together in honor of the Tittle family.

Sometimes we want to know, “will my life make a difference?” Let me say this, the Tittle family is rocking the world because of the HOPE God gives them and us who mourn. The legacy left by the ones who died is a massive one.



*The Legacy of Rob Tittle*

He gave his life in the protection of his family. He died as a man of God putting his wife and children’s needs above his own. A hero to the end he strove to comfort them in the storm. What can be said of such a man, he was a shadow of the Jesus he was devoted to, giving up his own rights, that those he loved might gain their lives. By God’s Grace Rob Tittle preserved the lives of his wife and seven of his children. God be praised!



I want to go back to the question of why bad happens…

Bad happens because God doesn’t treat us fairly. What do I mean? I mean that if God were to be fair to us, we’d all right now be under the full measure of His thrice holy eternal judgment and fury. It is a precious and glorious thing that we are not under such unbearable circumstances. Jesus Christ took the wrath of God that we might not endure such punishment. Jesus died in our place. It was our sin that Jesus paid the ransom for and it’s Jesus’ resurrection that gives us life and hope! Because of His death and resurrection, we have hope that when we die, we will live again with Him. If God were fair, and we got what we deserved, then we would never have hope in Jesus.

While this does not make it easy to accept that we will not see Rob, Rebekah, or Tori again on this side of heaven, we mourn as a people who have hope. Because we know that right now, Mr. Tittle, Rebekah, and Tori are more alive than they have ever been.

Bad things happen and they are like neon signs pointing us back to God. It is in the midst of trials that God shines through us the brightest. Be it health, death, persecution or whatever it is, He gets the most glory when we surrender our broken hearts and crushed spirits. We have hope because He has promised that we will not always be broken and crushed. Psalms 34 says that He is near to the broken hearted and crushed in spirit. Because of this, it leads me to the conviction that God is holding the Tittle family tight in His grasp, and that Jesus Christ will be magnified in this painful trial and horrendous loss of life.

I want to make another thing clear.


It is okay to mourn.


It is healthy to mourn.


We need to mourn, we need to let the tears fall down, we need to cry out to the God who hears, we need to just let God be the only one in control of life.

We were created for life, not for death. Our minds were not designed to understand, comprehend, wrap around this unfathomable idea of “death”. We are beings created to live forever, so the price of sin that we pay, death, is so foreign to our minds that it is the greatest fear we have. When one of our own dear loved ones dies, all chaos breaks loose in our souls because we can’t figure out how it can possibly be really…real. But know this, Jesus conquered death. It is only permanent on this side of heaven. Rob, Rebekah, Tori, and all those in Jesus Christ will live again! They are alive! We just can’t be with them for a while, not until Christ calls us to Himself like He has with our loved ones. So we mourn as a people who have hope in this everlasting life!

If you are afraid that the tears will never stop…go ahead and cry anyways, God is right there with you, and Psalms says He has collected your tears in a bottle (yes, that is how intently He is paying attention to you!), the tears will end because while weeping may endure for the night, joy comes in the morning. Even if we have to wait a long time, there will always be a Son rise to our mourning nights.

We can mourn the things that will never be: Rob will never walk Rebekah or Tori down the aisle, they will never have families, and Rebekah will never go to Scotland…
But we can also glory in the things they do have now that we cannot do: They see the face of the Lion of Judah, they feel no pain, have no imperfections, they have glorified bodies with no injuries from a tornado, they are alive in the very essence of the word ALIVE!

To die is gain, to live is Christ.


Remember no matter how dark, desperate, destitute, doubtful, despairing the night...the Son will always Rise. Jesus is the Resurrection and the Life, and He is why we have Hope.


I did not personally know the Tittle family, but the impact they have made in my life this past week is incredibly huge and lasting. I’ve seen people come together in ways I never expected them too. The outpouring of love and generosity has been such a blessing to watch happen. I doubt the Tittle family shall ever read this post yet if they were…the following is for them.

Darling Tittle family,

May the God of our Salvation be the God who gives you Mercy and Grace through this trial. May the Love of God be passionately poured upon you all.
You are loved. You are prayed for. God is with you. God is for you.

Love,

Just a servant

Psalm 46:1-3
"God is our refuge and strength,
a very present help in trouble.
Therefore we will not fear though the earth gives way,
though the mountains be moved into the heart of the sea,
though its waters roar and foam,
though the mountains tremble at its swelling. Selah"