Sleepless in North Africa

Got up real early today to catch the 0600 train to Sousse… wouldn’t be so bad if we weren’t jet lagged and unable to go to sleep until 2:30am! Also, God had me pumped up last night and I couldn’t sleep because of what I think he’s telling me. Not an audible voice as much as a impression so strong I just can’t shake it. An impression so strong it has my heart pumping hard and adrenaline flowing fast. The last time I felt like this was in Kansas City, coming home from an orientation for new students at the Nazarene Seminary, when I had this strong impression God wanted me to change careers and go into full time ministry. No way would I have considered quitting software engineering for church work before that evening, but the impression was strong enough that my mind was changed. Yesterday we slept in and had a leisurely breakfast at the hotel, lunch at a local patisserie, and B went back to the apartment while we shopped some more in the medina. Then we taxied back to Carrefour where we met up with B and “N” who gave us a ride to her home to meet the “youth group”. Not just the youth group for their small home church, but the entire country! There were only 7 of them at N’s house, but if they all showed up there might be 20. 20 youth in the whole country of XXXXX who are Christ followers. 20 youth who will some day be the leaders of the church. 20. Anyhow, we talked with them and...

Funky Cold Medina and other cool things

I have to start out with this photo showing the view from our hotel window. I’d like to say the 5am call to prayer woke us up, but it didn’t, as tired as we were. Anyhow, yesterday we woke up very late (10 am or so) and went down to breakfast which is nothing but croissants and strong coffee- which is pretty much all I ever need for breakfast, God bless the French! After breakfast, we walked a couple of blocks to the “Medina”, which means city in Arabic I guess. It really means the old part, I gathered, as the buildings and streets got really old and really narrow. In the center of the medina is the mosque, and spoking/spiraling out from there are a specific order to the shops. In this medina, there are 2 main alleys through it from the end of Ave Bourgiba. The one on the left is crammed full of tourists and vendors desperate for your business. If you go down the one on the right, you’ll probably be the only westerner there, and the vendors aren’t out for blood. Instead of trinkets, they’re selling clothes and shoes and sunglasses and stuff we get at the mall. Anyhow, this particular day we went the tourist route, and I have to say I’ve never seen anything like this place. Any touristy trinket you could hope for could be found here, everything from decorative metalwork to miniature “boubly boubly”, which I found out later is actually called chicha (again, more on that later). Anyhow, B left us there on our own, so that he could...
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