Game Park Slide Show

Murphy has posted a slide show of our trip to the game park on our team web site.

Click here to go straight to the show.

Blue Belt!

“My bruder’s got da blue belt!” Jonathan was more excited than anyone today when Jeremy was awarded his blue belt in Taekwando. The boys usually have their lessons at the Koonce’s house, but our yard is a little more level, so they choose to have their “test” in our yard. Their teacher, Mr. Frank, comes up from Lomé on Thursdays. For those of you who know Jeremy, you know he’s not a very aggressive kid, but this is toughening him up a little.

Jeremy shows his stuff.














Jeremy (blue) and Tanner spar.




















Jeremy receives his blue belt.

Notice how the four year olds are acting like, well, four year olds?

Game Park Trip

We rolled in last night about 8:30 p.m. following a twelve and a half hour trip home from a trip to the Penjari game park in northern Benin. This was a father/son camping trip that we had been trying to pull off for some time now. The dads and sons on our team made some good memories. We were accompanied by Jenna and Stacey, our kids’ teachers, and Glenda Spears, Brenda Holland’s sister. We let the girls tag along to help keep us guys civilized. This was my boys’ first experience at “real camping,” as they called it – I guess that’s opposed to spending the night in tent in the yard. Well, after four days away, I’ve a lot of catching up to do, but I did want to let you know where we’ve been.

For the perspective of one who was left behind, read Maureen's Musings on being "Home Alone."

Happy, tired campers 

Elephants in the forest 

Snack time 

Franks and beans for dinner 

Baobab tree at sunset 

Hartabeasts 

Bath time for the elephants 

Waterfall, northern Benin 

Cob Antelope in Marsh 

Spaghetti Hermeneutics

I thought this comment made by eddy (sic) on Mike Cope’s blog was thought-provoking.

 

We had a spaghetti supper Sunday nite. Amazing how many different ways spaghetti was interpreted--some unfamiliar with the law of exclusion added meatballs and mushrooms. No mention of sauce had been made but evidently, sauce was necessarily inferred. It was a good dinner for our community and most folks humbly admitted each recipe was good.

Keeping Busy

I’ve been on the road quite a bit and, until today, too busy to blog.  One incident on my travels, seems to better fit the “Grace Notes” category.  Click here to read about “Grace at the Mosque.”