Into The Abyss

Okay, yeah, that's where my blog went, into the pit. I spent a few hours yesterday afternoon creating a masterpiece of a blog for our present and upcoming project, which we're calling very traditionally, International Evangelism Institute. I was kind of satisfied with it, but then the maintenance thing happened, and I didn't calculate the time change well (we're CST always in Costa Rica, so try to figure that with PDT, eh?). Before I know it, I'm getting the page announcing that maintenence of the Blogger site was underway, and nothing saved from my blog. I tried to log in, and no dice. I'm waiting on an e-mail to see if I forgot my username, which is possible. Blogs aren't like figure skating routines that you practice and can reproduce again when you need to. This is part of my job, by the way, to keep a hungry public and prayer support team informed in any way possible. I need to do one in Spanish, too, huh?

I was on the bus this AM on my way to the office. All of a sudden, people in the back of the bus were whistling and hollering. I looked back, and a seated gentleman was kind of looking like he might pass out, his head back and very white. Other passengers were yelling at the driver to stop, which he may not have heard, the bus being very packed. They were all trying to help him, and I wondered if he was headed to the doctor or something. One or two acted like they knew him, but all were very concerned. One lady gave him a chocolate from her purse, like she thought he needed a little high-suger pick-me-up. This is not the first time I've been impressed with how people here are really ready to help someone in trouble. They don't talk much on the bus, but I guess they're altruistic when the occasion calls for it.

Maybe I don't need to manage more than one blog. Maybe I should just include it in this one. That's probably a better idea, to have a mixed salad of sorts in terms of info and stories that can be found here. Anecdotes of cross-cultural living, family stories, Institute updates, recipes, complaints about my health and bowels, etc. Hey, here's a cool bit of lyric poetry that I posted yesterday on my erstwhile lost blog.



I'm so bored of little gods
While standing on the edge ofsomething large
While standing here, so close to You
We could be consumed
What a glorious day

D. Crowder

I hope to be more consistent with postings concerning the Institute for those who want to follow the progress.

Darrin