When Pigs Fly..or at least their Livers

Pigs and their kin have been worshiped, despised, and otherwise referred to throughout human history. Some societies have set them upon a high and decorated pedistol, while others preferred to hurl them deep within the bowels of the earth to keep their master company.

The Jews regarded them as unclean and were forbidden to eath them. The Celts had a god of swine dubbed Moccus, who in Roman mytholigy was entitled Mercury. In Germany, they were known as good luck charms. In England, they were said to be the bringers of bad luck.

Odysseus' crew was turned into pigs in The Oddesy. Soviet leaders are represented as pigs in Animail Farm. Pigs were used as symbols of the dark side of human nature in Saw and it's following sequels.

"When Pigs Fly"
"You can put lipstick on a pig, but it is still a pig."
"Sweating like a pig"
"In a pig's eye."
Economical sausage-makers were said to use "everything but the squeal."

Presently, many people make their living from pigs. Pigs are kept as pets, sold for meat, and taken to the fair. And you may be asking yourself about now: Why this random dialogue on pigs? The answer, my friends, is that I picked up fresh pig livers from the butcher yesterday for my mom to make liversausage. The butcher cut them out of the pig, put them in a bag and then we took them to the house to soak in our sink for several hours. I do not envy the nose that must smell that stench.

Mombasa Adventures

Taken From Kenyan Journal: Days in Mombasa

For the last week we have been in Mombassa, ministering to people through Ushindi Baptist Church, the biggest church in Kenya. It was nothing like life in Limuru. Mombassa seems, to me, to be darker and far less receptive to the gospel. There is also a very large Muslim pressence in Mombassa, and because of that we all felt much more hostility from the Kenyan people.

The media team swelled from three of us to 11, as many of the Kenyans from the church wished to join in our efforts to make a documentary. It was a huge challenge for me to find enough work for 11 people when we only have 2 video cameras and 3 photo-cameras. We spread out the cameras as much as possible - and it turned out better than I expected.

We've gotten very far in our mission to document this country. It's fantastic.I was able to interview an old Maasi man, which is a tribe that still lives in the old traditional way. That was a lot of fun and very interesting. They are cattle herders and nomads. They build their homes in little domes and cover them in cow manure. He told me how he had killed 4 lions and 1 cheetah in his lifetime, which were trying to kill his cattle.

Spiratually, things exploded when we got to Mombassa. Throughout the week, we held outreaches in the streets....literally. There were sounds systems set up in the middle of the street and we had worships services out there. Many, many came to Christ through the outreaches, the medical teams, and the evangelism teams. Also there were demons cast out of two people. I didn't personally experiance that, but several of our other team members did. Nearing the end of the week, the Muslim extremists in the city took over our outreach location and began to preach against us specifically - telling the city that they must disturb the outreaches so that the word of God could not go out into the community.

The last night there were two Muslim Death Marches through the streets. Dr Shaw explained that Death marches are when the Muslim extremeists beat drums and blow trumpets and make noise as they go through the streets to someone's house. At the house they call up the spirits of the dead and ask them to talk with Satan to give them power to face the small things of life - sickness, poverty things like that. Mirracilously, Dr Shaw's sermon landed in between the two death marches.There are so many other stories about God's fantastic work in Mombassa, too many to mention. Today we traveled 11 hours on a bus back to Limuru and Brackenhurst. It's great to be back here - especially since we emptied ourselves so much in Mombassa. I am looking foreward to what God will do in the next week.

Photos: Top is a Kenyan man who wants to be a member of CNN. Middle is a picture of the Mombasa Tusks - symbols of the slave trade history of Mombasa. Bottom is me videoing Dr Shaw, our leader, speaking to some Kenyans after the service

Early Days in Eastern Africa

Taken from Kenyan Journal Day 2 On the Job:


Insaine is an understatement when talking about the pace of life here in Kenya. I have found time to sleep, though it has taken me a while to adjust to the 8 hour time difference. I tend to wake up at odd hours throughout the night and get tired in the afternoon.


The first day on the job, I documented the medical camp which was held at Imani Baptist Church in an area called Karanji. It was fantastic and overwhelming. We served 241 people and had to turn away another hundred or so. The next day they were expecting 500 people. I met so many people and experianced their genuineness and kindness. One woman, Anne, told me over and over how blessed they were to have us there. We talked for about fifteen minutes and then she had to leave. She hugged me and then said, "You are my daughter." It made me cry, they are so welcoming.

Another girl I met is named Lucy, she's 22 and very much fun. we spent time together a lot that first day.

I was proposed to by a Kenyan man for his son as well that day. It was very strange. He talked to me for a long time and then told me to come to his house to meet his engineer son so that we could get married. He said, "You should marry an african." I skirted the question and ran away as soon as I could.


Today I followed the orphan group, who did VBS type things at a place called Gashie, which is the nearest slum. The kids were adorable and absolutely loved the skits and things. Once again, I got more footage than I will ever use. It's been a great adventure so far. I am so blessed to be able to experiance this. Several have already been saved through our being here. God is moving and working in Kenya.



Photos: Top is two people on the team working with the orphan children. Left is a child sitting in front of the bathrooms. These are the normal bathrooms in Kenya - squatty pottys, which are simply a hole in the ground.

Return To Idaho And the Blueberry Village

Airports and airplanes have become no thing of consequence to me. Like an old hat, it has simply become second nature to check in, go through security, wait for hours in the airport, and then finally get on the plane - and then do it all over again several times during the day until I reach my destination. This last venture, however, was unique as it took me back to a place I love and have missed through the last few months of adventures: home sweet home.

As I walked up the familiar stairs in my home and surveyed the familiar landscape of mountains, alfalfa fields, barns and that beautiful blue sky, I found a note just waiting for me.

You are Cordially invited to the Blueberry Village

RSVP ASAP

What is this Blueberry Village? I soon found out it is an enchanting place created by my sister down by the creek. It has a fire ring with overturned 5 gallon buckets to sit on and a guitar to play. It is situated right on the water's edge and one can hear the wind whistling through the trees and the creek laughing along it's way.

When we were younger, we used to spend hours there, but as we've grown up so has this spot by the creek - grown over with bushes and tall grass. My sister had spent the last month reclaiming this area and named it the Blueberry Village.

Now we are back to spending hours upon hours improving the Blueberry Village, singing in the Blueberry Village and letting our imaginations expand and roam freely down by the creek.