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Swahili cover of Paradise? Why yes, that'd be the perfect thing for my last full day in Kenya...

(Thanks to Kathleen for emailing this to our house!)

Blue Like Jazz

Currently Reading: TIME magazine (I asked my dad why we don’t have TIME and Newsweek laying around, like we always did. He said he reads it all online now. I said lame. (Because, you see, I really like magazines.) So he came home today with one of each for me!)

I just finished rereading Blue Like Jazz. At first, I was rushing through it – until I remembered how much I love it. I had forgotten just how good Don Miller is at capturing vulnerability and truth and humanity and especially beauty, and all of this entangled in Christian spirituality, and the way his words and stories can grip my heart and resonate deeply  (like this passage, from another of his books that I read last year). And plus he is clever and he just gets it. When I remembered, all of this I tried to slow down to better enjoy it, allowing myself one chapter a day.

Y’all, I would put chapters of his words in here for you to read if that wouldn’t be obnoxious, so I’ll share just a few passages. (Then you should probably go read the whole thing for yourselves.)*

“The magical proposition of the gospel, once free from the clasps of fairy tale, was very adult to me, very gritty like something from Hemingway or Steinbeck, like something with copious amounts of sex and blood. Christian spirituality was not a children’s story. It wasn’t cute or neat. It was mystical and odd and clean, and it was reaching into dirty. There was wonder in it and enchantment.”

“’…to be in a relationship with God is to be loved purely and furiously.’”

 

“'So then you started reading the Bible?’ I asked.

‘Yes. We would eat chocolates and smoke cigarettes and read the Bible, which is the only way to do it, if you ask me. Don, the Bible is so good with chocolate. I always though the Bible was more of a salad thing, you know, but it isn’t. It is a chocolate thing.”’

“The most difficult lie I have ever contended with is this: Life is a story about me.”

“…Wonder is that feeling we get when we let go of our silly answers, our mapped out rules that we want God to follow. I don’t think there is any better worship than wonder.”

“The first generation out of slavery invented jazz music. It is a music birthed out of freedom. And that is the closest thing I know to Christian spirituality. A music birthed out of freedom. Everybody sings their song the way they feel it, everybody closes their eyes and lifts up their hands.”

*If you are in Charlottesville, I can hook you up with a free copy (c/o the House of Pain basement). Just holler.

[image via Whimsicalities]

Lake Baringo [In Pictures]

Currently Watching: Downton Abbey (or, rather, just about to start it. Probably what I'll be doing for the next four days...have any of you seen it?)

 

P.S. It's my last week in Kenya, y'all. I'm pretty ready to head back to Cville, but still...I've been here for quite a while. So it'll be strange.

[pictures 1, 2 and 3 taken by my dad (before I was awake, it's true), picture 4 taken by my mom and the last one by me]

Melkam Genna

Today is Ethiopian Christmas, or Genna. 

Appropriately, thankfully, we were invited over to a friend’s house for injera b’wat – Ethiopian food. The friend is named Teddy (real name: Anastasia). She is Greek, her family lived in Ethiopia for several generations, she wrote a book about it (and signed a copy for me today), she worked with the UN for 40 years in Kenya, she and her husband retired in Nairobi and they are friends with my father through church. (These are the kinds of interesting people that are out there in this world, the kind you are more likely to come into contact with when you also are living not in your home country and encountering the strange blend of the international community.)

The thing about injera b’wet is that usually, when it is first tried, people hate it. It is a mix of sourdough and spice that can be quite uncomfortable in your stomach. It is an acquired taste that may take several months to grow to appreciate, but once you do you are addicted. Even then it can be painful, but glorious: there is nothing like eating doro wat so spicy that your nose is running and there are tears in your eyes and you take a drink of Coke (the only drink you can have with injera) which just intensifies the spice in your mouth, but it is so good at the same time you have to keep going until the injera covering the tray is a tattered mess and you can be rewarded with a double macchiato. (I am envisioning Dashen right now, for those of you who know what that is.)

So I am grateful to be able to have a taste of Ethiopia for Christmas today. Melkam Genna, everyone!

[image 1 source]

Travelin'

The parentals and I are spending the next few days at Lake Baringo. 

(Apparently it involves a five hour drive, tents and good bird-watching. Oh, boy.)

Be back this weekend!

[image via Pinterest]

Real Life.

Currently Listening To: Beautiful Things, Gungor

In most places that are not America, voltage is 220. This means all American appliances (which are 110) need to be run through a transformer. This means that my hairdryer and straightener situation looks like this:

However, sometimes the transformer is needed elsewhere, so it looks more like this:

(Actually, the straightener has been operated out of the pantry about 90% of the time I use it. Because only if the hairdryer is involved too is it worth lugging the whole transformer to a more accessible location.)

Also, plugging 110 things into 220 is a rookie mistake, but don’t worry we’ve all been there. I might have even done it with this very hairdryer last time I was in Kenya. It sparked and smoked and it was all very exciting for a minute (and simultaneously sad, because goodbye hairdryer), but – surprise – the next day it rallied and continues to be used to this very day. A genuine success story. There is hope, people.

Elephants!

Currently (re)Reading: Blue Like Jazz, Don Miller
Line Love: There is something beautiful about a billion stars held steady by a God who knows what He is doing.

We went to the elephant orphanage today! They turn the morning feeding into a chance for everybody to come and watch and hear about the way they take care of the elephants, how each was discovered and brought to the orphanage, and their foundation in general.

This little guy stole the show:

They found him orphaned at one week old, which was only three weeks ago. So apparently four-week-old baby elephants need sunscreen on their ears, to be followed around with an umbrella, and to be loved on by the bigger elephants...

They really are the best, these elephants.

P.S. ten inspirational phrases. (for 2012?)