Toddler, Travels, & Tinsel

"Well, it doesn't sound like you'll need us within the hour" After 20 hours of labor with Marin I was inclined to agree with my midwife, Shelley. With an hour to drive from her house to the campus, that's what we hoped anyway! However, Ava had other plans. Shelley arrived at five minutes to one in the morning and Ava arrived 20 minutes later! We were all very relieved: for myself that Ava came in only 3 hours and for Josh that Shelley arrived just in time to deliver her!

Ava Pearl arrived at 1:15am on November 6. She was 7lb and 12oz, 19 1/2" long. She's gained 3lb already, smiles at mommy, only gets up once at night, and has charmed everyone here at the YWAM campus. Marin is adjusting well to being a big sister and likes to give Ava kisses and thumps on the head.

We are so grateful this year for our two beautiful little girls, a successful DTS lecture phase completed, and the opportunity to travel to North Africa as a family for our DTS outreach. We depart on the 29th of December and will be gone until the end of February. We're both excited and nervous, traveling will be a bit different with two babies in tow!

We would appreciate your prayers as we continue to raise money for our trip as well as your prayers throughout our outreach, that we would be a blessing to all those we come across in the country where we will be ministering.

Merry Christmas!!!

This may be the hardest thing you've done. Ever.

The near-full moon shone down, giving a faint silver glimmer to the trees, the rocks, and the pool of water on the Buffalo River. I stood knee-deep in the current, linked arm in arm with one of our DTS students. Born with a heart defect (which was corrected by surgery at age 15), he never fully developed his muscles and coordination like all the other boys. The water level on this untamed waterway was a little high for this time of year, although it was nowhere near the level it reaches with the springtime rains. So we slowly made our way across the water, arm in arm, one careful step after another by the light of the moon and our headlamps.

Had we reached the point of exhaustion? Yes...hours ago. By now it was 11pm, and we had been on the trail since 6:30am. I had anticipated that our eight DTS students, my two dedicated staff and I would be in for a long day, but nothing quite like this. Seven and a half miles of some of the most treacherous terrain in Arkansas, a short but heavy thunderstorm, a fifty foot rappel through "The Eye of the Needle," four river crossings, and seventeen hours later, we finally returned to camp.

And why, what was the point? Our students, who had only known each other for five days, were forced to support and encourage one another, trust their teammates, and look out for each other. They discovered a strength and endurance within themselves that they did not know existed. And, they marvelled at areas of God's creation that few people ever experience.

This was only one day of our two week backpacking/climbing/camping/canoeing trip that we recently finished. Amongst the challenges and difficulties, we had a successful trip and watched the students grow while positive team dynamics developed.

We are thankful to our Father for allowing us to lead this Outdoor Adventure Discipleship Training School, as well as giving us safety and protection thus far.

By age 18...

What are the statistics of four Mexican-American adolescent boys raised in broken families in Southern California? (Please understand, I am in no way intending to stereotype or be racist with these comments!) I don't know where to go to look up stats like this, but based on things I've heard, been taught, observed, etc, here is what I would guess, by the time they turn 18:

• 1 in 4 winds up in prison.
• 1 in 4 joins the military.
• 1 in 4 dies either from gang-related violence or suicide.
• 1 in 4 lives in poverty and alcoholism.

I now have four faces to place on those four boys. With today's media, and all the news of corrupt politicians and dead celebrities and natural disasters and terrorist attacks and...well, you get the picture - it is good to witness positive things. And throughout the course of my time in YWAM, I have been fortunate enough to meet and serve many people around the world who are doing good in the name of Jesus Christ.

• A woman in the Philippines pastoring a number of small churches and growing young leaders.
• A young man in New York City that befriends and mentors young immigrant men.
• An old man in inner city Atlanta that fights constant soreness from his time playing professional football in order to feed and serve the homeless.
• Two young ladies teaching in a school of child refugees in Thailand.
• A doctor living in West Africa who offers free medical care.
• Crowds of people offering assistance to those affected by Hurricane Katrina.

I could extend this list to a long length, but allow me to tell you of just one more - Jimmy, from Modesto, California. He extends a kind heart and embracing arms to the down-and-outs of his city, and particularly, to the children of the down and out. I met him last week in Sequoia National Park, where he brought four Hispanic adolescent boys on a backpacking trip that I helped prepare for and staff. It is a trip that has tremendous potential to have a lasting and positive impact on their lives. I admire Jimmy and how he has intentionally intervened in the lives of these boys, offered to love them, teach them, and, hopefully, through his intervention, those four boys will not become just another statistic.

Avulsions, Eviscerations, and Sucking Chest Wounds

She had been attacked by a cougar, and then fallen into a cleft in the rock. When our group arrived at the scene, others were already there treating her injuries. Intestines protruded from the deep cut on her abdomen, scrapes and bruises covered her face and limbs, and she potentially had injuries to her neck and spine. We needed to act fast. The nearest road was about a half mile away, and there was no telling how quickly an ambulance could make it.

We moved quickly, constructing a make-shift litter out of the limited material we had with us: a couple of backpacks, a sleeping pad, tent poles, a few sticks, and rope all held together with duct tape (of course). Then, we had to lift the victim up and over the four foot high rock ledge and bring her to the "stretcher," all without changing the position of her spinal column.

It had been a long day. Our search for the missing students began at about 4am. We had already found, treated, and carried two campers who had been struck by lightning, and another young man impaled on a tree branch.

This was all a part of the Final Scenario, a final exam, if you will, for the Wilderness First Responder course we just completed. No, the cougar attack, impalement, and lightning strike were not real incidents, but part of our training. The course was very intense. We received 96 hours of training in 9 days - you do the math! We learned how to set and splint broken bones, deliver babies, and everything in between.

The instructors told us that when we lead groups into the wilderness, the skill we will probably use more than anything is how to bandage blisters. Hopefully we will never have to deal with broken necks and cougar attacks, but now at least we're prepared!

Thanks to Jen's mom coming and watching Marin, Jen was able to attend and complete the course as well. The long days, physical exertion, and being away from Marin was difficult, but she did it, and I'm proud of her.

Where's Waldo, er, um, I mean, Josh? Look for the tiny blue dot on the upper right side of the rock wall.

Marin gets thirsty from all that hiking.

They don't call these the world's biggest trees for nothing!