31 May 2006 20:52

Newly Married Couple Of The Week/Gratuitous Ex-Crew Photo Opportunity

mercy ships alumni(27 May/High Point, NC/Casio EX-Z750)

Kind of like showing your baby photos, really. You need to apologize beforehand, and you don't mean it, but you should. Still, this may possibly be of some slight interest if you've served aboard the Caribbean Mercy. You have to love anything that can bring together in rural North Carolina a German, three Canadians, a Pennsylvania carpenter, a Washington fire marshal, a Texan deckhand, and a surgical technician from a sheep ranch in South Dakota. Not to mention the rest of us. Familiar faces? If not, no fear. Our regularly scheduled (only-semi-gratuitous) drivel shall return forthwith.

26 May 2006 17:28

Look Ma, I Finally Made The Society Page

beatles symphony orchestra thing(Jacksonville's FolioWeekly, week of 23 May 2006)


My, look at that fine-looking, highly cultured couple with the craftily scrambled caption!

There is in fact a story here, which begins with my day job as an airplane-fixer monkey and eventually proceeds to include four dead pop stars and a free eggroll buffet, but the rest is a bit surreal for such a fine Friday afternoon. Let's just leave it at that.

21 May 2006 14:29

Unhappy Milestone Alert

My inbox now contains fully one hundred and eighteen unread emails.
Unread, those are. I lost track of the read-but-unanswered a long, long time ago. But then, you'd already noticed that much.

18 May 2006 22:34

The Vagaries And The Oddities

Ah, work.

Yesterday i spent most of my time bubble-wrapping large pieces of airplane. And by "large" i mean to suggest not so much on the order of, say, "Brake Valve" as much as, say, "Wing." Or "Fuselage Half." This was something of a departure from the norm, as normally i am just piecing together small hydraulic-type thingies and trying not to end up with extra parts.

Some time ago, my company acquired (through means uncertain to me) the mortal remains of two aircraft abandoned in the jungle in the middle of the Congo. The theory was that since these planes are actually quite valuable due to strong parts demand, someone would eventually want to buy them, or at least pieces of them. This was proved true on Tuesday, when two Canadians appeared with three tractor-trailers and (presumably) a large check. We warned them there were an awful lot of bullet holes from the guerillas and whatnot, and furthermore, that the one that had been lived in was on the whole a bit smelly, but they didn't even seem to mind.

So i lent a hand in the packing process. Fortunately for all of us, airplanes are made out of aluminum. This means that while the vertical stabilizer of a Twin Otter may be approximately the length and width of a Mazda3, you and a friend could lift it with one hand apiece. If you were so inclined. We wrapped the pieces individually, at least the pieces remaining (i.e., anything that hadn't looked useful to - or, failing that, still able to be pried off and carried away by - the local Congolese). Then we stuffed them inside the fuselages, which were jockeyed by two forklifts onto a flatbed truck.

Admittedly, these two airplanes have had a bit of a journey from their Toronto birthplace. But the indignity of their recent circumstances will soon be corrected. As it looks, the last of their corroded odds and ends ought to be all packed up by tomorrow. May their journey home to the frozen tundra be gentle, and may their revived career be long and fruitful in the service of our Canuckian friends. Of which we are delighted to have several, it should be noted. Say what you want about them Canuckians, but they do build some tough little airplanes.

16 May 2006 20:47

Mildly Interesting Photos Of The Week




(22 Apr/Jekyll Island, GA/Casio EX-Z750)


14 May 2006 16:16

Recent Arrivals

Several more search strings with which, according to StatCounter, people in fourteen different countries have lately tortured Yahoo and Google to lead them to this site:
  • alligator attacks in jacksonville nc
  • shark attacks in st. augustine fl
  • gangs in morehead city nc
Ah. As before, certain patterns would seem to suggest themselves....But i digress. Next, there's--
  • will my cell phone work in juarez, mexico?
--which is a fine question for any of us, really. And finally, of course, there were another four separate occurrences of this:
  • dehart's bible and tire
--which, apparently, is currently accounting for a fairly high percentage of the non-Mercy Ships visitors to this site. I mean, other than these--
  • dominican booty call
  • dominican booty movie
--which, you know, i'm still trying to figure out.

No idea.
Really.

But in any case, a warm welcome to you all. May you find ...um... whatever it is you're looking for. And soon.

13 May 2006 10:23

Your White Guilt

Where i went to college, they called it World Christianity. Where i did my DTS, they called it ...normal. I think most people, however, would call it something like "aid work." Relief and development, mercy ministry, or whatever you please - mainly, it's all just about lending a hand to those less fortunate than yourself. But i've also heard it called something else.

"White guilt" is a phrase i'm sure you've already run across. If you haven't, it's referring in general to the largesse of developed nations toward the less developed. It makes assumptions not only about the ethnicities of both sides but also about the motivations of the giving side. It's an interesting term. It's useful in a limited way, but mainly, it's full of crap.

To people who use it, i say: Speak for yourself. On my sole visit to Africa thus far (two months living in The Gambia), i met two different families of foreigners, each thousands of miles from home, who had moved to the dusty poverty of West Africa - children and all - to live among its people and lend a hand. One family was from Scotland. 'See,' you say, 'they're white!' (Careful with those assumptions again.) But the other family was from Brazil. They weren't rich Brazilians, either. They just felt called, and they went.

They're not the only ones. It's a story you hear over and over again in YWAM and other circles. The YWAMers and Mercy Shippers i worked alongside were from over forty different nations. There were more Central Americans and Africans than there were Europeans. I think we can safely say that "white guilt" is not white.

And is it guilt? Let's see. I've met a few people who did say, when asked how they wound up out there, that they "just felt like they wanted to give something back." I'd say that does qualify for guilt - but here's the interesting thing: I don't think i ever heard that response from a self-professed active Christian. The people i knew who felt that way were good people. They were doing good things. But it was all about them feeling better. They came and went, and they made a difference, and hopefully it made a difference in them - but they didn't get it.

You can't spend your life trying to assuage your conscience any more than you can spend it trying to fill others' needs. Neither one will satisfy. You'll get results from both, but you'll never be content. Unless you're working from a conscience freed by your security in God's forgiveness and love, you'll never really feel good enough about anything you do. And since the ways of the world see to it that there will never be any less need than when you started trying to fill it, you'll only burn yourself out working in response to need. You have to work in response to a call.

Where does that leave us? In the midst of it, as ever - little by little, day by day. But that's the great part about living in free obedience rather than the slavery of felt obligation. Most of us don't need be in a mud hut in Outer Mongolia to be right where we need to, each making our contributions to it all. Often, we can stay right where we are. That's the easy part. The hard part is that it can be easier to contemplate packing up and moving to a mud hut than it is to really get our heads around the reality of living with purpose right where we are.

When i say living with purpose, i mean living according to your beliefs. If you call yourself Christian, it's generally accepted to mean you get your direction from the Bible and church tradition. What does the Bible have to say about living with purpose? Well, you can choose between the Old Testament and the New. In the Old Testament, they had a whole lot of laws and rules to obey - like, say, giving away ten percent of your income. Like any kind of legalism, it was aggravating, but it was comfortable. When Jesus showed up he presented a new option, which looked a whole lot easier (just live according to Love) but which in fact was pretty sobering, because there were no boundaries to it. You had to look at your money as what it really was - temporary, fleeting; a generous loan from God for you to manage well during your brief lifetime. Yeah, ouch.

In other words, in light of the incredible human suffering that you personally have the power to end as easily as if by snapping your fingers: do you really need that extra ____? or that fancy _____? We all have to fill in our own blanks there, but we've all got them. Start with the little things, if you like. Skip the extra Coke this week and buy a week of nourishment for a hungry kid. Or go for a real lifechanging experience. Instead of that third trip this month to Old Navy (or Target, or Pottery Barn), take a trip somewhere else and see it all for yourself. You don't need to be white and/or guilty. Don't do it to make yourself feel better. Do it to take a first step on the best adventure life has to offer. You'll never wish you hadn't.

More ranting on that soon.

09 May 2006 22:09

Disaster Loometh To The Thouth




(snazzy photo credit: Reuters.com)

So apparently our most recent adoptive home state is - yet again - under threat from a certified natural disaster. Hmm.

Is it us? Thought we'd gotten this out of the way with the all the hurricanes and whatnot last summer. Maybe it's K. Somehow i don't remember there being this many regular catastrophes where i grew up. But now that they mention it, it did seem to rain a lot more often up north. I can think maybe four times it's rained since we moved here. That being last year. At least it's good weather for flying. Or for endeavoring, badly, to learn how.

08 May 2006 21:42

Signs Of A Fine Establishment, Pt. 31

seafood festival frog legs alligator tailPilgrims in an unholy land, we are.

(St Augustine, FL/26 Mar/Casio EX-Z750)

07 May 2006 19:41

Mildly Interesting Photos Of The Week

Sure, they're cheap shots. But, well, you know what i mean.


st simons island cemetary angel statue photo

christ church episcopal georgia graveyard grave stone

(St Simons Island, GA/23 Apr/Casio EX-Z750)


01 May 2006 22:26

Don't Worry

More inane rants soon to come.

Soon as i finish spending the last of our money on the pilot supply website. Shouldn't be long.