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The job.

I am basically the assistant for World Renew’s work with their major partner in Mozambique—the Reformed Church of Mozambique.  I spend the day in their office, or out with their programs, giving advice and support on project management and community development, listening to complaints and problems and working towards solving them and learning.  Lots of that.   And all three aspects give me much joy. 

Food Security.

For someone who came in knowing very few things...

And as I navigate this broken and beautiful place, it is that I am not alone, despite the feeling at times, that is so evident in the peoples' actions. And just in case I am not quite certain if I know we are working to make the pieces of heaven bigger together, they say something over and over again. The farmer, the pastor and the mother tell me, over and over that “we are together.” “We are together.” Those are the kind of words that make this place a place to call home.

It is one of the first things you notice when you arrive.

Kids.

Teenagers.

They are everywhere.

Mozambique, with nearly half of the population under 15, and only 3% of the population over 65—its hard to miss, especially when you come from a place like Canada where 15% of the population is under 15 and the same amount is over 65.  I literally nearly never see anyone over the Canadian retirement age.  Although the reasons for the demographic reality can be rather grim, I...

Like drops of water into a bucket.

This is the distinct feeling that food security work has.  That community development has.  And for that matter, the feeling—or better put, the reality of human and societal transformation.

Not a surge of water, but a trickle.

Always a humbling and slightly difficult pace of change to accept for a recent college graduate where classroom discussions where filled with ambience of economic system re-orientation and the chatter of holistic...

It was a much anticipated day. 

I was driving through the hills of Malawi to the Mozambican border.  And in a moment, forever remembered just how epic it was as I took my backpack with its year’s worth of belongings in it and slung it over my back.  The dust whipped across as I navigated the trucks, which were awaiting permission to cross the border in the most cumbersome and haphazard...

Flying out of Indonesia just over a year ago, and I can distinctly remember closing my eyes and having all the beauty and brokenness of what I experienced play out with the most vivid detail. Those scenes have play out over in my mind, as you can imagine, so many times in the past year. 

In my last blog post from my year in Indonesia, I wrote that I wanted to work with/through the church in...