Posts tagged ‘Missions’

July 31, 2013

Calling all coffee-lovers!

Hi friends!  As many of you know, Adam & I are leading a team of 10 from our church, Movement NYC, to Ethiopia this October.  In an effort to supplement our fundraising efforts, we’ve set up an online store from with Just Love Coffee Roasters.  They offer several varieties and blends of coffee, as well as samplers, t-shirts and travel mugs.  A portion of all purchases made from our storefront will go towards offsetting our trip costs!

If you love coffee as much as I do (or even half, or a quarter, as much as I do… because my love for coffee is borderline idolatrous…), please consider making a purchase from our online store!

Movement NYC – Ethiopia 2013 – Just Love Coffee Roasters

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March 29, 2011

Follow You.

“God isn’t looking for people of great faith, but for individuals ready to follow Him.”

— Hudson Taylor

This song came to mind (seemingly out of nowhere) last week as I was sitting at my desk.

Lately it seems I’m living out the struggle to remember Ethiopia.  It’s something I need to fight to hold onto, to actively pursue.  My flesh wants comfort.  My flesh would rather forget.  Why?  Because it’s easier.  But it’s not the better way.  The easy way is rarely the better way.  Jesus told us that.

The chorus of this song brings me back to Mother Teresa’s in Addis Ababa.  It brings me back to a place so overwhelming, so heart-wrenching, so consuming… There’s a lump in my throat just thinking about it.  The chorus brings me back to that place and back to those challenging moments.  Every selfish part of me wanted to bolt as quickly as I could.   Rooms and walkways were full of sick and dying people.  And children.

If I’m being honest, emotionally speaking, I did bolt.  I checked out.   I was afraid.  As I wrote in an earlier blog post (“Journal Excerpts“), I knew that those were the people Jesus surrounded Himself with, and yet I felt like I could barely look at them.  Yes, physically I stayed, but emotionally?  I couldn’t have run faster.

I’m certain that I will encounter moments like that again and be given the opportunity to stay and engage.  First of all, because God is gracious, and I’m so thankful for that.  Second of all, because this is life.  It will inevitably get difficult and be painful at times.

Will I follow Jesus into those hard places?  Will I give myself to Him fully, knowing that it will not always be neat and easy?  Will I roll up my sleeves, trust in His all-sufficient grace, and step into the mess that is life?

I’m more aware than ever that apart from His grace, I’m absolutely incapable.  I just can’t do it.  But He can.  I want to follow Him there.  And by His grace, I will.

Then Jesus said to His disciples, “If anyone wishes to come after Me, he must deny himself, and take up his cross and follow Me.  For whoever wishes to save his life will lose it; but whoever loses his life for My sake will find it.”

Matthew 16:24-25

August 12, 2009

I miss you.

I miss you.

I miss you, Addis. I miss you, Abrahet. I miss you, Selam. I miss you, Segarada. I miss you, Howee. I miss you, Giftikia. I miss you, Tura. I miss you, Surafel. I miss you, Tadios. I miss you, Donawhet. I miss you, Romiya. I miss you, Derebe. I miss you, Tgist. I miss you, Sefen. I miss you, Genet. I miss you, Rael. I miss every face, every voice, every story.

I miss you, Africa.

[Warning: Several name spellings were butchered in the making of this blog post.]

July 16, 2009

act.

Join me in supporting Mocha Club’s projects in Africa. When we give a little, there’s a lot to be gained.

For more information, visit the Mocha Club website. Their new website is being launched tomorrow!

July 16, 2009

broken again.

In the past week I have missed Africa. I’ve missed it so much.

But today I didn’t just miss it. Today my heart was broken all over again for these people. I can’t say exactly what brought it on. I just know that my thoughts and prayers were with them and the weight of their need fell on me yet again.

I can’t forget.

Sweet little faces, their little hands in mine, their big eyes looking up, all smiles. I can’t imagine what it’s like to live as they live. I complain about such insignificant things. And yet they find a way to be joyful. Their laughter is beautiful because it transcends their circumstances. It rises up from poverty and need and speaks their heart. They are children. They love to run around and play games just like any other child. They are forced to grow up so quickly and yet their innocence is written all over them. They are the most loving, appreciative children I have ever encountered. The smallest acts and gifts mean so much to them. (Matthew 19:14)

And then there are the women in Nazaret. The women who had been so used and disrespected in the past, and yet still found a way to open up to us. They glorified God for His faithfulness and chose not to dwell on the pain of their past, except to testify of God’s awesome salvation. Their mourning has turned to dancing (Psalm 30:11-12). Their need is still great, but their joy in the Lord is greater (Isaiah 61:10).

And the street boys. The boys who go without so much- shelter, food, money, education, even family. The boys who depend on one another and do whatever it takes to get by. These boys broke our hearts. Not only for the needs they have, but because they are truly boys. They are children. And instead of reaching out to them, their society looks down on them and avoids them. They need love. I am so thankful to people like Derebe who see these boys and see their need – both physical and spiritual. I pray that they would seek the Lord who loves them and take refuge in Him (Psalm 72:4, Isaiah 41:17).

I pray that we (the team) would find ways to serve these people while we’re here in America. If nothing changes after this trip, that would surely be a tragedy. May the Lord guide us in our giving and our prayers, that His will would be done and He would truly be glorified. I am so thankful for the things He has shown me and the people He has brought into my life. May I continue to learn from the beautiful people of Ethiopia. May He continue to break my heart for the things that break His.

July 13, 2009

excerpts.

“The morning began with a few women sharing their testimony. I so admire their transparency and their courage. Some of their stories- no, all of them- broke my heart, but the Lord has done an amazing work… Our God is truly mighty to save. He’s bigger and greater than we can even imagine…” (July 1, 2009 from Nazret)

“Wenchi Lake is absolutely breathtaking. We got on horseback and started down the mountainside. I don’t know that my words can ever fully do this experience justice. I saw cliffs and mountains and waterfalls. Huts with fences made of sticks where little village children stood in the doorway and waved, smiling and saying ‘Hullo!’ It was a scene from National Geographic and yet I was in the midst of it. On a horse.” (July 3, 2009 from Ambo)

“Tadi told us that many of them had spent their childhood wishing just to be a tree in America. He wondered aloud what it would take to make them want to be a kid in their own country rather than a tree elsewhere… I’m not sure I’ve ever felt as broken for this place as I did when he was speaking…” (July 4, 2009 from Ambo)

“These kids are so quick to love and it’s really a beautiful thing to witness. They give so much and I hope we are able to give even a percentage of that back to them.” (July 5, 2009 from Ambo)

“It is my prayer that this trip truly changes me. I don’t want to be the same Brittany I was when I left New York. I want to be better, wiser and most of all, closer to Jesus. And closer to being the person He calls me to be.” (July 6, 2009 from Ambo)

“I want to find a way to be that person Jesus wants me to be in a place that makes it so easy to be comfortable in the world… I want to listen for His voice and go the direction He calls me to go and not be afraid of it.” (July 10, 2009 from New York)