teisipäev, august 29, 2006

The War Room

from http://www.armybarmy.com/blog.html

"Happy 30th! That is, the thirty-month anniversary of the War Room in Vancouver. Thanks to Carla, Ian, Fleur, Jeni, and all of the warriors who have ever done a three-hour shift in there to not only keep it going hour after hour for thirty straight months but to proclaim the many 'names' of the LORD Yahweh and intercede in this great Salvation War. Hallelujah. The War Room has become the hub of our corps."

While Chris wasn't mentioned specifically by name, he's on the list! :-)

Please pray for us as we make preparations for the General's Call to Prayer (Human Trafficking) the end of this month.

Evelyn

kolmapäev, august 23, 2006

please pray for Karl-Gustav

Here is a picture of his (estranged) father:
http://www.postimees.ee/160806/tartu_postimees/213493.php?r

another excerpt from Chris's blog (this is just the end of a much longer post!)

but when i thought about all the people i care about shooting themselves in the foot with their own sin...i sighed in defeat? what's with that? and then that hit me. (more hitting, this could get violent...) i sigh in defeat because i know that just as much as i've watched people i care about get shot down by their own sin they've all watched me get blasted by mine. i know that just as much as the world needs saving i need it too. so then i decided something (or you could say it hit me, but that's getting old) i'm gonna sharpen up my sword and do some fighting. there's an evil "alien" empire attacking earth and we're sitting on our swords pulling out the enemies weapons and shooting ourselves! that's upsetting! therefore i'm gonna sharpen up my sword and jump into the thick of the fray! maybe throw a few Monty Python holy hand grenades...that type of thing. so anyway, there's another post i'm quite sure why i blogged. but now it's time to suit up and move out! or get a good night's rest so i can suit up and move out tommorow, yeah, i *yawn* like that last one. so good night, suit up and Cya in the thickest!

esmaspäev, august 21, 2006

don't say I never told you anything!

Interesting find on www.salvationarmy.org -- announcements for our territory!

pühapäev, august 20, 2006

from the 614 Vancouver prayer newsletter

"God helped the Battle School students to finish strong. Pray that they will continue to walk out what they learned where they live."

neljapäev, august 17, 2006

Finland, Finland, Finland (not the Monty Python song)

We are stuck in Helsinki.

This explains why:
http://chrischronicles.blogspot.com/2006/08/passport-nah-who-needs-one-of-those-me.html

I've been full of major panic since Chris called (and called and called and called) in the middle of the night (technically early morning Wed.).

I've barely slept in three nights.

But knowing that someone, somewhere, is out there praying for us has really helped.

So, like, don't rob my house! And spread the word to our office staff (Riina and Elle right now) that we ain't there!

We were supposed to be back in Estonia on Wed. afternoon after spending just one night in Helsinki. Now we won't be back till almost midnight Sat., so if we looked tired on Sunday morning it's because WE WILL BE!

Don't forget that Sun. is Re-independence Day in Estonia. MU KODUMAA, MU ISAMAA!

We're freaked out by Finnish prices and pretty much everything Finnish. VERY homesick for Estonia.

My panic has finally settled down to my normal level ("you're making me nervous!!!"). I think seeing Chris's new flight plans that my wonderful sister Mary-Kay sent is what did it for me.

Okay, 4 minutes left at the Internet Cafe here in the basement of Stockmann in Helsinki. Make that 3!

Keep praying!
Evelyn

esmaspäev, august 14, 2006

pics of Captain Mikkonen's first Sunday (last week)

http://www.valts.net/pildid/displayimage.php?album=5&pos=60

please pray for Chris's flights

Tomorrow we go to Helsinki by boat and Chris leaves North America after spending the whole summer there (mostly in Canada).

We're worried that he will catch all his flights and that none of them will be cancelled, and that if there are any delays they don't make us all miss our boat back to Estonia.

We didn't know anything about the new terrorist situation because we were at camp, and frankly even if we were home we have no English-language newspaper or T.V.

Here's his itinerary. We really appreciate your prayers!

Tuesday, 15 August/Wednesday, 16 August
British Airways Flight 212
6:05 PM Depart Boston (that's 15:05 in Vancouver, or 1:05 Sat. in Tallinn)
5:15 AM Arrive London

British Airways Flight 6036
7:30 AM Depart London
12:25 PM Arrive Helsinki (that's 5:25 in Maine, or 2:25 in Vancouver)

16:30 our boat leaves Helsinki, and we need to be at the harbor by 15:30

Thanks for praying, friends!

Evelyn

pühapäev, august 13, 2006

Erika's post about Jr. Soldier Camp

We just got back from the Kopli Corps Kids' Camp, and we need to put up pictures! But in the meantime, here is Erika's post about Jr. Soldier Camp a few weeks ago:
http://thewatermelonqueen.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-back-from-juniors-camp-which-was-in.html#links

excerpts from letters to Chris and his fellow Battle Schoolers

Greetings in Jesus' name.

We glorify God for His victories and advances in your lives and through your lives this summer.
You have definitely blessed us by your partnering in the Gospel here. Thank you.

Be sure to live up to what you have already attained. Maintain the disciplines you honed here. Fight hard. Reflect glory to Jesus.
It is great to have gotten to know you.

Stay close to Jesus. Keep fighting as heroes. Much grace. I remain,

Yours in the Salvation War,
Stephen Court
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I want to express to you my gratitude and the Lord's pleasure for your lives. You have all put tremendous effort into this summer and will be rewarded with increased power and maturity in Christ. I exhort you to look over the lessons you have learned: thank the Lord for what He has poured into your life this summer, either sufferings or blessings. Please share with your parents openly and honestly about what you have done. Don't say, "it was good." Thank them for their blessing. And live obediently with them as your authority, "You children must always obey your parents, for this is what pleases the Lord." -- Col 3:20

I leave you with this from Colossians 2:6-10; 3:1-17:
And now, just as you accepted Christ Jesus as your Lord, you must continue to live in obedience to him. Let your roots grow down into him and draw up nourishment from him, so you will grow in faith, strong and vigorous in the truth you were taught. Let your lives overflow with thanksgiving for all he has done.
Don't let anyone lead you astray with empty philosophy and high-sounding nonsense that come from human thinking and from the evil powers of this world, and not from Christ. For in Christ the fullness of God lives in a human body,and you are complete through your union with Christ. He is the Lord over every ruler and authority in the universe.
Since you have been raised to new life with Christ, set your sights on the realities of heaven, where Christ sits at God's right hand in the place of honor and power. Let heaven fill your thoughts. Do not think only about things down here on earth. For you died when Christ died, and your real life is hidden with Christ in God. And when Christ, who is your real life, is revealed to the whole world, you will share in all his glory.
So put to death the sinful, earthly things lurking within you. Have nothing to do with sexual sin, impurity, lust, and shameful desires. Don't be greedy for the good things of this life, for that is idolatry. God's terrible anger will come upon those who do such things. You used to do them when your life was still part of this world. But now is the time to get rid of anger, rage, malicious behavior, slander, and dirty language. Don't lie to each other, for you have stripped off your old evil nature and all its wicked deeds. In its place you have clothed yourselves with a brand-new nature that is continually being renewed as you learn more and more about Christ, who created this new nature within you. In this new life, it doesn't matter if you are a Jew or a Gentile, circumcised or uncircumcised, barbaric, uncivilized, slave, or free. Christ is all that matters, and he lives in all of us.
Since God chose you to be the holy people whom he loves, you must clothe yourselves with tenderhearted mercy, kindness, humility, gentleness, and patience. You must make allowance for each other's faults and forgive the person who offends you. Remember, the Lord forgave you, so you must forgive others. And the most important piece of clothing you must wear is love. Love is what binds us all together in perfect harmony. And let the peace that comes from Christ rule in your hearts. For as members of one body you are all called to live in peace. And always be thankful.
Let the words of Christ, in all their richness, live in your hearts and make you wise. Use his words to teach and counsel each other. Sing psalms and hymns and spiritual songs to God with thankful hearts. And whatever you do or say, let it be as a representative of the Lord Jesus, all the while giving thanks through him to God the Father.
Holy Bible : New Living Translation. 1997 (Col 3:1). Wheaton, Ill.: Tyndale House.
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Jonathan Evans
Training Secretary/Registrar
thewarcollege.com

laupäev, august 12, 2006

Battle School

from http://www.armybarmy.com/blog.html

The first Battle School (since the olden days in Williams Lake) ended today. We praise God for the impact of the students from three countries who laid a firm foundation for the future of this great idea. It probably isn't too early to book a spot for next summer (July-August 07)-- see thewarcollege.com. Congratulations Jonathan E and Lisa L.

teisipäev, august 08, 2006

changes ... transition

Negotiating the changes feels longer and worse than the changes themselves because transition challenges our sense of personal meaning.

from http://evielatvia.blogspot.com/

"Contemporary Dating as Serial Monogamy"

excerpts from "Contemporary Dating as Serial Monogamy"

If one has never observed married love lasting through good and bad times, how will one be able to live it?
Especially if one has spent his or her adolescence learning how to break up. Learning how to break up? Precisely. That is what the contemporary dating scene, America's excuse for a courtship process, teaches.

What is Dating? The short answer is: probably not what you think. But first, an historical overview.
After World War II, the nation lived through a time of unprecedented prosperity. One side effect of this prosperity was that compulsory school attendance until high school graduation could be made the norm. Suddenly, an unprecedented number of young men and women of marriageable age were kept out of the job market, and, therefore, out of marriage. They had disposable income and disposable time. Meanwhile, Hollywood was entertaining them with a stream of more or less lewd frivolities about youthful romance, as the music industry was regaling them with endless songs on the same topic. Out of this social and cultural situation was born contemporary dating.
When it began, it was fairly innocent. Parental authority was still a given; Christian values were still dominant. Within that framework, dating was viewed by parents as a way for youngsters to have fun together before settling down to serious life. As originally practiced, it gave a girl a chance to receive attention from lots of different young men—a different one every weekend, if she played her cards right. There were lots of movies to go to because Hollywood was policing itself with decency standards, lots of inexpensive ice cream parlors to visit, and lots of friends to go around with, since not many had cars. There were few dangers in the system for a young person ... who obeyed parental curfew requirements.

When a particular affinity was recognized, and marriage seemed an option worth considering, then the boy and the girl "went steady." While this was short of engagement, it meant that neither of them went out with anyone else. Human nature being what it is, when a young person spends considerable time in the exclusive company of another person of the opposite sex, engagement and marriage generally follow full soon.
Then came the sixties and the seventies. Parental authority was no longer respected; drugs became commonplace; the Sexual Revolution was loosed upon the world. In the meantime, aggressive upward-mobility had come to mean a transitory society.

Dating continued, but now it was different. There were few restraints anymore, and the rules began to change. To avoid the Vietnam War, college campuses were filled to the rafters—and student militance soon abolished curfews, sign-ins, and other protective measures, all in the name of freedom, There were fewer and fewer decent movies to go to anymore. It seemed everybody had a car, so one-on-one rather than group dating became the norm. Parties where the punch was laced with LSD were the really "in" thing.
The eighties produced the first young people reared on feminism and Planned Parenthood-style sex education. They claimed that women need men like fish need bicycles, and destroyed what was left of chivalry. Pizzas weren't cheap anymore, and girls were expected to pay their share—one way or another. During the nineties, women often became the sexual aggressors, and as the decade ends, it has ushered in rohypnol, the tasteless, odorless powder that can be slipped into a girl's drink, putting her into a semi-conscious state, leaving her with no memory of what happened while under its influence. Rohypnol is a college problem more than a high school one as of this writing; it will take a few years to trickle down to the high school set. Meanwhile, the fallout of adolescent dating is toxic enough: Before 1960, dating was relatively innocent; it has become less so ever since. Vital statistics bear this out: in 1960, there were only 91,000 births to unmarried women under age 20 in the entire United States (and 502,046 to married women under age 20). In 1991, there were 386,451 births to unmarried women under 20, and 163,140 to married women the same age. This doesn't begin to count the abortions to those under 20.
A worse effect in some respects is the three to six million new cases of sexually transmitted diseases in adolescents aged 15-19 each year in the U.S. There are 22 common sexually-transmitted diseases; many of them are never diagnosed; most of them are incurable; some of them predispose their victims to develop cancer; and much of the infertility in the country can be blamed on them. In one study, up to 70% of women infertile because of obstructed fallopian tubes had blood antibodies to chlamydiae, one of the most common STD's. Those unfortunate women are victims for life of the dating scene.
In a few places around the nation, a discussion is beginning to take place concerning abstinence. It is encouraging that someone is suggesting that abstinence should become a socially-acceptable behavior for dating teenagers—as it manifestly is not at this time.
True love indeed can and should wait. But the commonsense question screams for an answer: if teenagers date, that is, if they spend hours and hours of unsupervised, unstructured time alone together, the best lifelong abstinence education will be hard pressed to prevail over the natural passions of the flesh (as many a good family has learned to its sorrow).
Meanwhile, dating continues, and what is amazing is that parents smile benevolently at it. And just about every marriage begins with a date.
Serial monogamy = divorce rehearsal
Earlier, the question was asked: what is dating? Here is the answer: today, dating is the practice of serial monogamy without benefit of clergy.
There is no "dating" anymore—it begins as "going steady." A girl does not go out with a different guy on a different weekend—that is against the rules. She goes out with one guy and one guy only, until they break up. Young people expect to fall in love, and then to break up, and then to fall in love again, and to break up. . . . The peer group expects it, so young people feel they must do it, lest they be considered "weird" and excluded from the peer group. And indeed, the occasional student who does not date, like the student who is observably different in any other way, can expect to be the butt of wisecracks and insults from other students.
Incredibly, the dating partner is often chosen to please the peer group—"my girifriends thought we made a cute couple"—rather than on a basis of merit, common interests or values, or parental approval. Parental approval, in fact, almost guarantees that a certain person will not be a dating partner. Everybody knows that the reason for the relationship is to be "cool" and to have fun (so, naturally, when it ceases to be fun, it is ended). Nobody pretends there is any serious commitment implied or expected. There's an undercurrent of defiance of parental standards.
Young people know that to date means to sleep together. They may tell their parents otherwise....

Now that we have established what dating is, let me make it clear what is not the target of my criticism: socializing in groups. Getting together with "the gang," or going out, even regularly, in large, odd-numbered groups of mixed company for some specific purpose may, indeed, be part of the solution to the problem. It is the pairing off that is the problem: one-on-one, unsupervised, unstructured, abundant time spent for the purposes of entertainment and diversion, with one's own transportation and on one's own recognizance.
Some of that paired-off time can be on "official," or dress-up, dates. Parents, at least, have some ways of monitoring that time. What parents have less knowledge of is the more abundant "hanging around" that idle young people do: after school, in school, after work, at the pool. One mother brought her 14-year-old daughter to a maternity home still astonished at how the pregnancy happened, exclaiming: "She's never even dated!" What the mother didn't realize was that when she dropped her daughter off at the mall for an afternoon's shopping, the boyfriend was also there. When the two got bored with the mall, they'd walk over to his house to hang out. . . a house where no parent was present. But it wasn't a "date"—after all, the boy never even bought her a dinner! Another mother thought she was keeping her teenage sons well-occupied by having them join the swim team. Due to younger children, she could not stay to watch the practices. Imagine her surprise when she learned that one son had never participated in a single meet—and in hardly any practices. When dropped off at the pool, he headed for a girlfriend's house, where no parents were present... confident that his brother would never violate the single most absolute rule of adolescence: don't rat on another kid.
"Fearfully and wonderfully made," as Psalm 139 says we are, the human being is designed, emotionally as well as physiologically, to establish an emotional bond when there is sexual intimacy. But what happens if the first sexual encounter is not with one's wife? And what happens if that sexual encounter is followed by numerous others? That programming, as it were, is frustrated. The groundwork is laid to be dissatisfied with a single partner in the future.
Serial monogamy means repeated intimacy and heartbreak. The importance of the serial heartbreak must not be overlooked. It is that which teaches the skills of divorce.
Since these relationships are ill-founded to begin with, between people whose own emotional neediness is enormous simply because of their age, it is to be expected that they will be ephemeral. The investment of the emotional energy, the "falling in love" experience is, as is proverbial with youth, whole-hearted. So is the heartbreak that ensues. True, one "falls in love" again. .—but with a difference. True, one "gets over it," but one is different. The next time, one holds back a little more of the heart. . . and when one suspects that a breakup is in the offing, or when one wants to end it, one will know how to end it: how to drop the pretense of trying to meet the other's needs; how to do the emotional distancing, the closing of the door of the heart, the focusing on the self that invites solitariness and encourages resentments to grow. This is, in psychological terms, a coping mechanism to minimize the pain of the breakup—but it is a set of skills which, once learned, is never forgotten. It is a pattern which paves the way for every divorce.
The tragedy is that this pattern of serial monogamy generally begins by age 12, and repeats over and over until a marriage is undertaken some ten or so years later. .—only to resume after that marriage ends.
Taken as a whole, it is preparation for divorce, not for marriage.
Who is safe?
I speak in broad terms, describing the culture at large. To be sure, some families manage to protect their youngsters from the vicious cycle. To be sure, certain individuals remain aloof.

Contemporary dating ... is an up-close and personal contact with the general flood of sensuality engulfing young people. Instead of asking parents to try to protect their children from the current while standing in the middle of the river, might it be possible ... to start building an island in the river? Not to advocate staying on the island forever. . . but at least, until their legs are stronger and they're able to swim without drowning. For the younger ones it might be a lifesaver.
An alternative to secular dating is needed: an environment which fosters wholesome, purposeful friendships between young men and women. Note the word friendships. There is no need and no place for romance until marriage is the goal. If the friendships are wholesome and purposeful, there will be lots of fun.
Right now, most parents, while oblivious to dating as a societal problem, have experienced a taste of its fallout at the personal level. They may have noticed how grades plummeted after a son broke up with a certain girl . . . and in the subsequent depression, he smoked his first marijuana. There may be a certain boy they don't trust, but they made the mistake of saying so and now they feel they are powerless to prevent their daughter from seeing him. She will throw a temper tantrum if thwarted; she will sneak out if forbidden. She will say "everybody else is allowed to date!" And the parent, feeling isolated, gives up the fight.

There are families which have figured out how to protect their children from the pervasiveness of the dating scene. Upon investigation, the following characteristics will probably be found in most of these families:
• generally good parent/child communication, with respect flowing in both directions;
• a perception by the children that they are loved by their parents, which, in turn, engenders in the teenagers a basic desire to please their parents;
• announcement (one way or another) very early (well prior to adolescence of the oldest child) of a parental expectation of no dating;
• abundant alternative activities (not just for fun) which are populated by young people of various ages, but supervised by adults, and which probably began well before adolescence;
• avoidance of dances or other activities which foster "pairing off (and that might include absenting themselves from your ... youth group if it is geared around providing one-on-one time for its members);
• long-standing expectations of academic and other achievements;
• parents who, between them, manage to be home when the kids are and stay up until the kids are all home;
• homes with comfortable, snack-filled space where kids and their friends can "hang out" while parents frequently pass through, and certain ground rules (e.g., no beer, parental pre-approval of videos) are observed;
• parents who know and talk regularly with the parents of their kids' circle of friends;
• youngsters who may know how to drive but who have little access to wheels on their own;
• kids who are almost as comfortable talking with adults as they are with other kids;
• kids who are too busy to date because they have other priorities in life.

Talk to young adults in ... the area, who may have decided to opt out of the dating scene. Try to find one who would be willing to talk about the decision.
Gather your resources carefully. Then, call a meeting of parents of pre-teens and teens. Prepare the way by talking with the successful parents, and explaining to them that you need them to be informal "mentors" for other moms. When the meeting happens, don't be disturbed if more mothers than fathers actually come: the fact is, the parent who most closely monitors the teenager will be the mother. It's the moms who need to be thinking about these things and talking about them.
At the meeting, let the young adults describe the dating scene, and the harm it does. Nothing will generate concern among parents as much as a personal story. If there isn't a "converted" young adult available, then you ... may have to raise the questions in this article ... to get the conversation started.
Expect naivete and blind trust from some ("My children would never deceive me") but other moms will be sadder but wiser. Ask parents to share their strategies of what alternatives worked as well as of what didn't: not to discuss individual children, which might be embarassing, but to discuss strategies.
The least that will come out of it will be that a few parents who should know each other will meet each other and be able to begin supporting each other's efforts to protect their children. If that grows into a parish parent support group, count it as a gain. A monthly meeting even to watch and discuss a parenting video could be a real help to many. Keep the parental-support identity of the group clear, however....

Be sure an absence of childcare for younger kids doesn't keep away the families with both teens and toddlers.

Maybe a re-design of the youth group will grow out of the parents' recognition of their need for your help, with more structure or more chaperones, or a shift in emphasis to more group projects to perform ... works of mercy and less frequent "fun" activities which lend themselves to pairing-off. Maybe you will be asked to spend more of your own time with the youth group, talking with them more. That's a golden opportunity.

P.S. (or as Columbo would say, "just one more thing")

Some of you might be wondering what my problem is, why am I going on and on about this language class! Trust me when I tell you that learning Estonian is NOTHING like learning French or Spanish or any language you probably studied in school.

And believe me when I say the details of why would sound boring to you!

Evelyn

frustration

I'm having one of those moments of frustration and I need to ask for prayer!

I have been to Tallinn University three or four times trying to sign up for Estonian classes. It is always "come back later" because someone is on vacation or out to lunch or whatever. It sounds like nothing when I write it down, but if you were here you would understand why I feel like crying.

It's always there in the background, a quiet buzz or hum that sometimes gets louder and downright annoying, this sense of frustration.

Perhaps it's why the SA makes it so difficult to get overseas in the first place. If you can get through that frustration, you're ready for anything!

It's always hard moving, even from city to city within America. But this move to Tallinn is taking away all my comfort zones all over again, all the places and people and routines I knew in Tartu. It's so hard having to re-learn where to grocery shop, where (and how!) to get my hair cut, how to pick up a package from UPS (don't get us started on that one!).

I've been feeling so tired and emotional all month, and I know it's just the grieving part of moving and perfectly normal.

Ma igatsen Tartu ja ma igatsen minu eesti keele tund seal. I miss Tartu and I miss my Estonian language class there. Understatement of the year! (I know some of those words should be in partitive, but I can't think of it right now!)

So. Could you please pray that I would get signed up for an Estonian class soon and without too much more hassle? It's wicked important. (I feel like a scuba diver who is underwater asking for prayer that his oxygen tank start working soon!)

I guess everyone thinks that my Estonian, as limited as it may be but still better than the other English speakers, just comes naturally. I NEED A CLASS! A good class!

Just in case you were wondering, that's what I need everybody to pray about today.

Thanks, friends!

A very teary Evelyn

esmaspäev, august 07, 2006

The War Room

from the General (thanks to ArmyBarmy!)

Our hearts fill with anguish and grief on hearing the news reports of events in the Middle East in recent weeks. I am appealing to all Salvationists to turn to God in prayer for the peoples of the nations involved.

The politics of it all is immensely complex, yet the human suffering and the devastation caused by violent actions are visible for all to see and comprehend. It is the suffering of the innocent that moves us deeply. It is the killing and maiming of the children, with the terror-filled faces of parents, that cause us to cry out.

Though we are powerless to impact the political factors, we are not powerless through prayer. The Holy Scriptures tell us that prayer is a powerful weapon for good in the face of evil. Let us therefore come to God as a global Salvation Army to implore Him to bring a cessation to the violence and relief to the suffering of both sides.

Let us plead with God in the sacred Name of Jesus, Prince of Peace, that the leaders of Israel, of the Lebanon, of the Hezbollah, will repent and seek the will of God for a peaceful solution.

Let us also bring to God the United Nations and the leaders of those other nations holding strong influence over the warring parties. They can, if they find the political will for it, be brokers for peace and a new stability.

Please pray too for me and for my colleagues at International Headquarters as we seek to determine what role The Salvation Army might play in bringing help to the victims. Other agencies doing such work also need our prayers.

My appeal is to the world-wide Salvation Army to be in prayer until the warring ends, but especially to make the next two Sundays, 6 and 13 August 2006, occasions when our prayers will focus on the needs of the peoples of the Middle East.

God bless you all.
Shaw Clifton
General
4 August 2006

another excerpt from Chris's blog!

Random fun on the streets!

it's really late, as in like 2 am late. or really early depending how you look at it. whatever. but anyway i have a little story to tell you about tonight that is really cool. it all started right before i WANTED to go to bed. i was just lying down when i thought the most commonly thought thing here in Battle School, "Where's Eddie?" as our youngest Battle Schooler and also as the only guy who's been picked up by the police for being out at night alone in the worst part of town we are always looking out for him, and he's always dissapearing. so just as i was about to lay down my head in my comfy soft bed i thought the thought and decided i needed to find out. Eddie had in fact been missing a large portion of the day, supposedly people knew where he was but i didn't and so being paranoid like i am i decided to check it out. he was supposed to be in the War Room from 8-11, it was now like 11:30. so i decided to go check and see if the little dude was there. and if he wasn't i was gonna run through the streets screaming until i did find him. and just as i walked out i saw our super cool B.S.S. (Battle School Seargent) Lisa coming from hanging out with some War College people and i asked her if she wished to join me on my mighty crusade to find "The Ed". she did. therefore we went to the empress hotel where the war room is (the war room is a 24/7 prayer room, just so ya know)

we knocked on the door. nothing happened. knocekd again. nothing happened. rapped on the door nice and loud. nothing happened. rapped as HARD and LOUD as i could. something happened. heard movement inside and Eddie answered the door bleary eyed and mumbling something about not falling asleep on his shift but really wanting to get home 'casue he was exuasted. so i took over the war room for the last bit of hist shift, until Lisa would be cool enough to come and relieve me. so i had a cool mini shift (normal shifts are 3 hours) and prayed, and put up a prayer request, and did sniper prayers for random people using the binoculars. and basicly had loads of fun. then Lisa came a knock, knock, knocking at my door and i let her in and, now free, bolted down 5 flights of stairs in a mad dash for my bed.

after jumping out of the door and running down the street i finally made it to the house and then the cool part came. i had just unlocked the gate and was just randomly looking down the street when i saw a guy. this guy was doing something between sitting and lying down, and apparently smashing his head against the sidewalk. well i could tell my friend here was not happy

i shut the gate and put the keys in my pocket. and i walked purposefully up to my friend on the sidewalk, kneeled down and said "Sir, are you okay?" his answer was rather incoherent and once he finally looked up at me i saw that almost everyone single one of his teeth was missing and he was either drunk out of his skull or just about sky high on something. so i repeated myself, "sir, are you okay?"
"where am i...?" he asked, looking genuinely confused.
"Vancouver, downtown eastside, on Main street"
"Man, i'm a long way from home..." came the slurred, but pained, response
"i know what you mean" I miss you Estonia...
he then went back to lying facedown on the ground so i said "want some help up?"
"sure, that'd be great"
i reached down and pulled him up and to my great surprise he did stand but answered my further inqueries into his health and whether or not i could help him in any way with long and loud "unnhnhhnhhhh"s which was pretty annoying, so i stood there for 5 minutes as he continued to stand and "unnnnhnhnhhh" and then bade him a very good night and went off to bed.

i am officially recruiting you all for war college here in the downtown eastside of Vancouver. what people call one of the crappiest places on earth i have learned to love. come. it's worthwhile. but anyway, i need to go to sleep before i pass out. 'night all!

reede, august 04, 2006

Chris wrote on his blog! this is an excerpt

My Personal Mission Statement!

I have to post my personal mission statement on my blog. It's not the greatest personal mission statement, in fact it may be the worst. It was MY mission statement that prompted Captain Stephen Court to give us more homework. See, I'm proud of that. But anyway, I love Steve Court. So here's my Mission Statement.

My personal mission statement is to:

Be the best servant of God I can be. To always follow his will and obey his commands. To always be willing to follow the Lord, no matter the cost!

And my verses are:

1 Samuel 15:22 "But Samuel replied, 'What is more pleasing to the Lord: your burnt offerings and sacrifices or your obedience to his voice? Obedience is far better than sacrifice. Listening to him is much better than offering the fat of rams.'"
and
Matthew 20:26-28 "But among you it should be quite different. Whoever wants to be a leader among you must be your servant, and whoever wants to be first must become your slave. For even I, the Son of Man, came here not to be served but to serve others, and to give my life as a ransom for many."

teisipäev, august 01, 2006


Sunday was our last time leading worship at the Tartu Corps before Captain Mikkonen arrives. We had a small group, but a good time sharing in song and scripture. Here you see (back row) Karl-Gustav, Evelyn, Peter, Maret, �lle, Elizabeth, Taisi, Tim, (front row) Ats and Andrei. Posted by Picasa


Peter with two of our faithful corps people, Taisi and �lle. Posted by Picasa


Andrei and Evelyn. Posted by Picasa


Peter, Evelyn and Karl-Gustav. Posted by Picasa


Elizabeth and Maret. Posted by Picasa


We made our last visit to the homeless shelter, where we have really come to love the people. Captain Mikkonen has already said that she plans to continue the work there. Here you see Evelyn, Maret, Liis and Erika, our friend from Kopli. Posted by Picasa


Lea Tenno is a faithful lady from Kolgata Baptistikogodus (Calvary Baptist Church) who has faithfully served meals at the shelter for many years. We often joked that the roles were reversed with the Salvationists preaching and the Baptists serving the meals! Posted by Picasa


We dropped Maret at her house at around 9:30 and on the way back to Tartu enjoyed this beautiful sunset over the fields just outside of Kavastu. Posted by Picasa

read it!

http://www.armybarmy.com/article13-44.html

Well, the new issue of JAC is finally here, and it looks like it was well worth the wait. I have only had time to read one article so far, but I just wanted to say --

READ IT!

Good stuff. Really!

Evelyn

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