Road Trip

Hi friends,

As many of you know our community occasionally does short term experiences and invites friends and potential apprentices to join us for an experience. We call these times Road Trips. Recently we had one of those experiences. This time though we were able to spend a portion of our "Road Trip" actually ON a road trip to Ensenada Mexico. SO, Duncan, Celtin, McKenzie and I were able to spend the weekend working at an orphanage and talking with another community down there doing many of the same things... it was pretty cool! There are some great pictures and thoughts about it on the NC San Diego blog.

Check it out!

in Mexico

This weekend our community spent a few days "south of the boarder" at a home in a small village called Porvenir. It was a beautiful area with rocky mountains and long valleys. The village was simple... filled with dusty roads and shacks... and awesome taco stands! It was a time for us as a community to hear each others stories and share symbol time-lines.

For those of you who are wondering, a symbol time-line is a pictorial version of your life... your great moments and your hardest moments... your successes and your failures. It helps you identify God's hand in your life experiences and gain a clearer picture of where God is leading you. It is a great tool for hearing others stories BUT it is also a great tool for remembering who you are. If you have never sat down and thought through your story AND put it to paper... I strongly encourage you to do it!

the house that Tim (helped) build...

So, I know it's been a while... there has been a lot more to think about than write... but I thought I might give you a glimpse of what I did this weekend. I joined a group of about 70+ people who built 3 houses in Tijuana, Mexico over about 3 days. We went with a ministry called Project Mexico led by one of my teammates here in San Diego. It was a great experience.

You know... there is just something about getting dirt under your finger nails... or paint on your legs... or some other strange substance that happens to be floating in the open sewers on your shoes. I feels real.

As I was helping lay the roof I kept wondering if the real reason Paul occasionally picked up his tent making was because it kept him sane at times... yeah, I know he needed the money but it sure must have felt good sometimes to simply just be a tent maker.