Pretty straight forward. Brief reflections on yummy Vincy things I have little access to now as I celebrate the 40th year of independence for my beautiful multi island state St. Vincent and the Grenadines.
Category: Travels/Mission Trips
A Part of the Team (Jamaica Pt. 2)
In missions, there is no room for ‘I’ or ‘me’, not when the work to be done revolves around a certain Him. We are fit into what preacher John Piper calls God’s “architectural plan”. By our connection through the one Living stone Jesus, we are like living stones being built into a spiritual house to be a holy priesthood, offering spiritual sacrifices acceptable to God through Jesus
Jamaica, Land We Love (Part 1)
I have to begin this post with the confession that I am not a Jamaican. Nevertheless, I have been so struck by the wonder of the place, I wanted to give a tribute to a land I now love. Earlier this week, Jamaica celebrated 57 years of independence. That’s 30 more years than I have…
Baby Backpacker – A Standard List for the Travelling Parent
Hey there! What today’s piece might lack in inspiration, it makes up for in utilitarianism. Anyone who travels with a baby knows that it is a monumental task. Whether or not it gets easier or harder as they grow is entirely impossible to deduce. Some things get easier, some get harder. What I do know…
Baby Backpacker: Tips and Tales for Tot Travel
A concrete panorama is sprawled across the entrance. Rust coloured blocks are piled high upon each other, reflecting red by the light of gentle white rays. Ruby and snow petals litter the patches of emerald green, sequestered between the brick road. While large, burly trees stand guard all around; the broad, sturdy sign is unmistakable:…
Genuine Beauty
“I think missionaries are beautiful people because they carry treasure so that those searching can find it.” –Minister Allan Howard What does it mean to be beautiful? It exceeds just glamour, it is more than skin deep. A good dictionary would emphasize that in order to be beautiful one has to epitomize a very high and…
The Living Water
The Artibonite River meanders from the high mountains of the Dominican Republic, through vast Haitian plains down to the rolling emerald waves of the sea. It marks the boundary between Lubin and a neighbouring village. We assume that the dark water is at least an intimidating ninety foot width. The jade forest lacing the banks…
That Our Souls May Truly Bless Him
It is Sunday and the church is full to the brim. Neatly dressed children huddle together and a tired head finds comfort in a neighbour’s lap. Red roses cascade from the ceiling in some places and cerulean paper rings tumble down in others. It has taken arduous hours of work to adorn the church in…
I Will Search
The village of Lubin sits still within the Artibonite Valley. A cornmeal coloured savannah sprawls out until its fingertips reach patches of shrubbery and tiny inlets. Then in the distance, the landscape escalates into rigid, elevated, mountainous, breath-taking terrain. When you are yanked out of the speed of city life, you notice tiny things. You…
The Light in the Cracks 