I remember some time ago, 8 months now , sitting down and displaying a  particular countdown on  this very page.....

  Well it seems it has once again become such a time, where the road winds to close and the next fork of the path begins to reveals itself over the hill.  Where the days are moving ever more quickly, and disappearing into yesterday faster than I would like them too.

 Where does this next road lead? I have no idea. It seems at this point there is another split in the road and to which shall I commit? I do not know!

 "The Celtic Christians had a name for The Holy Spirit, An Geadh-Glas or The Wild Goose."

                                                                                                         -Mark Batterson

 And so the chase is on.

  I had intended once again to provide for you all pictures of Salesian High School, where The LORD had placed and abundantly blessed all of us guys for the last three months.  Once again I was unable to do so out of technical complications with the uploading of the files.

 I will say that this past week was our final week with the boys and going into the "final stretch" of the year without having them to focus on will be somewhat of a challenge in itself as we were so thoroughly invested in what the Lord asked of us there.

It makes for somewhat of a large void.

Our HIV testing week went through without any crippling complications thanks to the Lords perfect provision.  Against culture, peer pressure, enormous fear and even disapproval of parents almost 60 boys took advantage of the provided voluntary testing and counselling.

We were thrilled to triumph with them.

 This all contributes to the ever approaching reality that the way things are now will not, cannot remain for much longer. The LORD never told me it would last, but only for a season.

   I suppose I have been unclear about my increasing love for The Son, The Father, The Spirit and a new and strangely abounding love for this Swazi team, So let me say this:

 It is so hard for me to imagine that everyone of us will go to his corner of the Earth never to cross again on that same Earth.  I am becoming a potent mixture of anticipation and apprehension.

I have asked the Lord at times on this trip to shatter my heart, so I may fellowship with Him and be ever more refined.  Bound.  Abiding.

I see now that this may be how he intends to do so.

 Just last night I had yet another dream of saying goodbye.

 Returning.

 Seeing the trees, Driving the roads, buildings and buildings, back into the fast rushing river of commercial life and being filled with this strange sense of alienation.