It is incredibly surreal to feel the ping of the keyboard beneath my fingers as I sit here in a well-furnished room…
There have been crowds rioting in Missouri over the death of a man named Michael Brown…
Yet in a village in the Congo a young boy attempts to hold back his tears at the sound of mothers keening as he holds his father’s hand and knows that Ebola will take him next.
Yet a figure draped in black stares down at another body of a child he decapitated, but he is no longer a man–he is a monster.
Yet there is a woman raped and tortured awaiting the same fate as the journalists before her.
Yet in Ukraine a mother watches helplessly as a Russian soldier threatens her family.
Yet a pile of rubble in Gaza used to be a home where two parents and their children resided.
Yet a Christian in the Middle East flees to the mountains because it is the only safe place…
But I want to lose weight because I have enough food to eat.
But I wish my job were not so stressful because I overwork myself to buy nice things.
But I need to attend my dream college.
But we complain, “Why can’t the news station talk more about the Emmy awards so I can avoid macabre reality?”
If you want to make a difference in the world then you need to look around you and realize that you are alive. Your life is not threatened.
Rioting and violence brings more pain, hurts small businesses, makes you look like an arrogant fool.
WATCH that boy give in to the tears he tried to hold back for so long as his father no longer recognizes him!
SEEK JUSTICE at the sight of an innocent child’s headless body.
FIGHT for the woman that wants to live a day without terror.
FEEL for the mother as she sees the world raging about her.
LOVE the family that lost everything in one fatal blow.
PRAY for the Christians that have had the strength to recognize their God.
What if you had been born in their place? Imagine waking up one day…
…knowing your father is dead and his body will never be buried because the Disease killed him.


Musings of Yesteryear

Yesterday is the best time to feel inspired about today.
Many times when I go to bed I spend a great deal of time staring up into the darkness and thinking about all of the splendiferous things I will do the following day. It seems as if anything is possible and at these times I am bursting with motivation. I swear I have come up with entire plots for best-selling novels in my limbo between wakefulness and dreamland. I make life-changing decisions to change my diet and learn to speak Farsi. Again and again I go through plans in my head to make tomorrow the beginning of a better me.


Forget about writing a book or exercising; I can barely drag myself out of bed. I have never even gotten around to obtaining an alarm clock that doesn’t screech my sleepy ears off. When I wake up in the morning I may recall an ancient memory of inspiration, but if I can drag myself to work I consider myself accomplished.
Why is it so difficult—seemingly impossible—to develop enduring motivation? I have attempted to create checklists and reward systems to incur a smidgen of incentive. I am halfway through completing the novel I began to write two years ago. I need to start caring because I cannot stand the thought of tomorrow reflecting today.
What is something you have been putting off? Go do it. Now.
Suggestion: Listen to dramatic instrumental music. It makes even the dullest tasks seem intense!

Ranting of a Stranded Dreamer

When I tell people that I want to become a translator in order to traipse isolated mountain regions, wander through jungles, and work with indigenous groups, they assume I must have some experience traveling internationally.

I live in the U.S. I’ve been to Canada before, but only because it was the quickest way to drive to Michigan. Other than that I have never crossed the border.

Every time my church has had a mission trip my family has conjured some reason to keep me safe at home:

“Mexico is full of drugs.”

“You have never been on a plane.”

“Your father gets sick on planes.”

“Putin is taking over Ukraine; there is no way you are going anywhere near that place!”

The closest I have been to living in another culture is working at McDonald’s.

Meanwhile, I have witnessed enviously my friends’ departure to Morelia and heard all about the girl who has gone off to Ethiopia. It pains me to listen to anyone describe the trip he or she has taken to Italy because when they begin complain about the terrible bathrooms I want to say, “But the culture, the history, the language! Who cares how awful the bathrooms were when your feet were able to amble the streets of Venezia!”

Is there anybody else who wants to travel but has not yet been able? Please tell me I am not the only one 😀

How will you change the world?

There are over 7,000 languages spoken in the world today, but did you know that there are still groups of people that are unable to read simply because they do not have alphabets?, a language site that has collected pronunciations of words in languages from around the world, only had 318 languages on its site. There are hundreds of indigenous cultures in places such as Papua New Guinea, the Philippines, and Mexico that do not have written language. Imagine feeling undervalued by speakers of majority languages (like Spanish) because your native tongue is somehow ‘unworthy’.
Wycliffe Bible Translators is an organization that brings alphabets, biblical knowledge, and education to indigenous communities across the globe. They train willing individuals to learn languages with very few speakers and then write them down, creating stories, books, and pamphlets as reading material. Furthermore, they translate Bibles because many of these people need hope and have been suffering.
God has given me a love for indigenous cultures and within the next year I will be attending university in order to study Linguistics. I have a passion to reach out to these people and let them know that their cultures are beautiful! 🙂
Do you want to change the world? How?