World Peace?

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"I am much more like a Saint Bernard than I am a saint," I replied to an old co-worker of mine.  We had been playing my favorite game of swapping traveling stories. I shared with her some of my experiences while in paradoxal Africa and in post-communism Eastern Europe. She called me a saint. Her comment was not surprising. It summed up what so many people who don't share my faith in Jesus Christ say when hearing about serving the world's poorest and neediest.

We live in a culture that is growing rapidly in its interest and desire to participate in social justice issues. Most recently we saw this happening on Idol Gives Back. Celebrities are becoming activists and ambassadors and for good cause. I see a fierce passion lying in the wake of this next generation, rising up to work towards ending the world's injustices. The beauty pageants dream of helping to bring about "world peace" is catching on by the groves.

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The Risk of Following Jesus

Last weekend I took a motorcycle training course. Random I know. Before last weekend my only experiences on a bike were as a passanger on a friends bike all around the New England area, a few years back. But here I was, in Anaheim, CA, learning to ride a motorcyle. If you know me, you know this is random and yet, you are not surprised I would do something random.


Every year, I send out a Carrie Nye update email to friends and family. In this email, I list my learning’s from the previous year and list my goals for the coming year. This year was no exception. I emailed out my Carrie Nye update and in the email I listed getting my motorcycle license as one of my 2008 goals.


I love the feeling of freedom that comes with riding a bike. There is nothing like it. Because I am a person who needs purpose and meaning behind action, it was more than wanting the feeling of freedom that gave me the guts to go to motorcycle training school. It was the individual risk of riding that drew me in.

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The Bridge: What is it?

I’m excited! Being excited over things isn’t so unusual for me, but this time I am really excited!

I get excited over making it home in time to watch my favorite tv shows, or eating avocado’s and drinking lemonade on a warm day. Like I said, it doesn’t take much.

But something is different this time. I’m excited over something that I believe has eternal benefits and joys. Something that will bring together the way things were suppose to be with the way things will once again be.

October 2007 I woke up in the night with an idea. This idea was inspired by events taking place in the lives of a handful of friends of mine who are all spread out in various geographical locations, even stretching into the eastern hemisphere. Every one of these friends who came to mind that fall morning, have one thing in common; they are all faithfully obeying the 4 great commission messages found in Matthew 28:16-20, Mark 16:15-16, Luke 24:45-49 and John 20:21 as they serve the poor and the needy in our world.
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Podcast: Interview with missionaries from the Congo

Hi everyone! Recently I had the privilege to sit down with two very special friends of mine from the Democratic Republic of Congo, Camille and Esther Ntoto. I met Camille and Esther in 2003 when they helped lead a short-term missions trip to Kinshasa, Congo that I was apart of.

Camille and Esther are magnetic people who illuminate God's goodness with their lives. Camille is a radio broadcaster, ministering to thousands through the air waves of Goma, Congo. Esther has kind eyes and a fierce love for seeing transformation take place in women and children in Congo.

I am deeply blessed by my friendship with Esther and Camille and think you'll feel the same after hearing from them a bit on this podcast. So listen to it and be blessed. :)

Time, 4-Hour Chicken and Healing

Time. I have absolutely no concept of it. I seem to be in a constant state of lateness. I usually blame it on traffic, considering I live in Orange County where freeways can easily transform into parking lots during rush hour. Of all the things I own, a watch is not among them.

Being time oriented, is a western mindset to say the least. Obviously, my lateness reveals I am an exception to that rule. The clock seems to rule lives for the majority of us who call the west our home (and by west I am referring to the UK and America). What’s interesting is the fact that time seems to have little importance in the eastern parts of our world. I’ve seen this first hand in some of my travels outside the US.

I remember a day when I went to grab a bite to eat while in Kinshasa, Congo, grab being the operative word here, and literally waiting close to 4 hours to be served. I ordered a chicken dish and I’m pretty sure the cook literally left the restaurant in search of my chicken, which he personally killed and prepared for me, all while I sat at my table and thought about eating my arm off out of hunger.
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Meeting Nataka; a Woman in Search of Peace

A few years ago I was studying at Gordon-Conwell Theological Seminary outside of Boston, MA. I was enrolled in a course on Islam. One of the course requirements was to talk to a Muslim about Jesus and then write a reflection paper.

I decided to call around to a few mosques and ask if I could come by for a visit.

I was fortunate. A Mosque in Cambridge gave me the okay to stop by anytime. One morning I decided that was the morning and I drove myself over praying gibberish to the Lord and hoping that things would just be okay as I entered a Muslim Mosque on my own.

I arrived shortly before noon and was surprised to see the parking lot full of cars, most of which were taxis. What on earth could all of these taxi driver’s be doing here in the middle of the day? I approached the front door of the Mosque and was greeted by the Imam (the leader of the Mosque, believed to be gifted with the ritual of prayer as one of the five pillars of faith in Islam). Then I realized the reason behind the taxis. Noontime was one of the daily calls to prayer. The taxi drivers were there to pray.

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Floating Bridges and Movable Blessings

I’ve always had a fascination with bridges.

One of my favorites is the rainbow bridge that connects Niagara Falls, NY to Ontario, Canada. I came across it while driving from CA to MA early June 2004. Niagara Falls is an incredible place. I went on a gorgeous day and with tourist like myself, running around everywhere, it made for a very exciting time. (I looked out across the loud, rushing water in search of Bruce, from Bruce Almighty aboard the Maid of the Mist, but without luck of a sighting).

I was in awe at the size of the Rainbow Bridge when I first saw it. I’m not sure what fascinated me more about the bridge. Was it the height of it? The structure of the huge steal beams, holding it up? The magnitude of its size stretched out over the intensely thrashing waters below? Maybe the fact that it looks as if the bridge is coming right out of the hillside both in Ontario and in Niagara Falls. I don’t know.
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I was sitting at a Pete’s Coffee recently, sipping on a delicious latte and flipping through the latest edition of Christianity Today. An article under the umbrella of Human Rights caught my attention and I began to read Caste Down: Commission’s decision imperils benefits for Christian Dalits (Feb. 2008 edition, pp. 17, 18).

To be honest, I don’t know a lot about the caste system that holds so many in India in oppression. But I do know that the Dalits are considered even lower than the lowest people group in India’s over 2500 people groups. In fact, Indians refer to them as the “untouchables.” (For more on people groups and statistics in India go to ( If you’ve read the blog titled No-Names for Jesus, you won’t be surprised to hear that, despite their persecution, the Dalits also make up one of the largest Christian groups in India.
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No-Names for Jesus

“Christian mission is no longer a matter of missionaries from the West going to the rest of the world. Rather, the growth of Christianity in Latin America, Africa and parts of Asia is eclipsing that of the Western church. In the third millennium of the Christian era, Christian mission is truly global, with missionaries from all places going to all people.” (Escobar, Samuel, The New Global Mission, InterVarsity Press, 2003).
When God promised Abraham that all nations (that is, all people groups) would be blessed through him in Gen 12:1-3, he was revealing his global plan of redemption. God may have chose the Israelites to reveal his plan through, but, he was making way for every person, throughout the globe and throughout all time, to receive redemption and come back to him in whole hearted fashion.
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I drink coffee, read books, and travel. I’ve been able to drink coffee and discuss books with friends all over the world, simply because someone built a bridge and I made it east of the Mississippi and beyond. For this reason, I love bridges.