I went on a 9 day cruise at the end of May. Middle of the ocean = no cell service. Less than a week later I was on the way to Young Life camp basically in the middle of nowhere in Virginia. Being a good YL leader + limited Verizon towers = no cell phone. 5 days after I returned from camp we left for Greece. Sucky Blackberry = no network = no working phone for Chelsea until she is back in America. Wouldn't you be surprised that I actually love not having a phone. What useful, productive things can you be doing instead of all that time you end up spending on the phone every day? I realized I have a dependent relationship with my phone. Maybe it's more with the people on the other end of the phone...either way I've discovered I CAN live without a cell phone in my hand. It's like a breakup...you learn to adapt and go on living life, the way you did before, without them. [Isn't that why so many people are afraid to end relationships--they're too scared to change the comfortable routine that they're familiar with, but in reality life could be much better without them? I'm just saying....] Go a day without your phone. I dare you. See what you find yourself doing instead.
Talk about being lost in translation. Today we went to church, the service was in Greek (go figure) but if you want an English translation while looking like you work for air traffic control, you can take a headset on your way into the sanctuary. Obviously the Americans are hard to tell apart from the rest of the congregation. I really tried to be mature, respectful, and give our country a good wrap but honestly I couldn't stop laughing when we first walked in the service. Besides the fact that we look like pilots for Southwest Airlines, the translator dude totally sounded like that guy Dolf from Just go With It. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qON82FLjy5w&feature=related) Copy & paste that link and tell me you wouldn't be holding back tears of laughter when someone with that voice is reading from the book of Haggai. I'm going to stop before I get in trouble...
After that we attended a russian service in the basement of that same church, which we spoke about our time here, gave a testimony, etc. The Russian translator can't speak english, and our host Bob doesn't speak Russian, so we had a 3 way translation. We spoke in english which Bob translated to greek so that the russian translator could tell the service in Russian. Bob & Maria's 5 year old granddaughter (whose name was also Sophia-crazy,right?) was visiting and sat next to me. At one point she poked my arm and whispers, "isn't this boring for you?" I told her yes. Hey I'm not going to lie to a kid....that's why I'll tell my own children Santa isn't real.
Tomorrow we will hopefully hit the streets with Nea Zoi again, this time to talk to drug addicts. Please pray for our time there and that God will prepare their hearts, as well as ours.
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