2007-08-07 02:57:07
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2007-09-07 21:40:27

Reply to Billy, be encouraged for this friend and servant of God, David,as God may be using him for an adventure with Himself that equals none.

September 12, 2007 evening is the beginning of the Jewish New Year, Rosh HaShanah, and God frequently uses the High Holy Days for launching new beginning in His Spirit for His purposes. The Jewish Feasts were set aside for God for Himself with His people - all called by His Name - not just Israel but all those of His Spirit. This is such a joyful time.

I have a feeling in my spirit that this David will be true to his name, which is mighty in God. You are very correct in blessing him and covering him im prayer. I am sure David was part of your team for your impartation to him, which has been greater than you may know. I encourage you to keep him covered in your prayers as part of your family. God's covenant covers all your family - both natural and spiritual.

I, and those you have sent this e-mail to, will be encouraged to pray for David as Holy Spirit leads. I am sure that God will provide all David needs. For what God requires, He provides.

Thank you for letting me know. I am one that will pray for David that he may be all that God has called him to be and that The Most High God's truth and purposes will be manifest in his life, and Yeshua will be seen by all through his ministry.

In Yeshua,

Madeline Bicksler
2007-10-09 09:03:11
These got deleted when I was messing around with the Blog the other day.


Us in London...in front of the American looking building...nerds!


The view out the gate of our guest house


The view from the top of our guest house


Ashton posing with some local shepherd boys by our bouldering area


A day in the local shopping hub (aka bazaar)

So that is pretty much it! More pictures and stories from Ashton and his trip to the village coming later tonight (your day back in America) hopefully!
2007-10-10 08:07:42
I’m on the other side of the world and still I've spent 3 weeks sitting in front of computers wishing I was in the mountains instead! Some things never change, apparently. However, this time it has been pretty cool to have Curt around to help me out, learn from me, and also to teach me a few little tips! Here is a quick picture of my computer lab.

We have managed to setup 5 laptops for the kids to use, find and purchase all of the cables and switches necessary to connect the 3 buildings on campus, and then acquire the parts for a P4 3.0ghz server with dual 250gb hard drives setup in a RAID 1 configuration. Translation: we've done about 1 - 1 1/2 weeks worth of work in 3 weeks due to the Pakistani system of doing things.

Our connection to the internet is often a whooping 50.1kbps! So, basically the whole idea of going online to download a new program, or driver, or lookup how to do something; that idea has gone down the tube! Now, I spend most of the day connected to the internet to basically download 3-4 drivers. Or sometimes I'm able to lookup the benefits/pitfalls of configuring something one way verses another. But there is definitely not any time to casually browse through MySpace or read the latest headlines while working.

Theoretically, DSL will be available within the next couple of weeks. The local ISP (Comsats) claims they have every thing setup on their side and they are simply waiting on the phone company to get their act together. That could be a challenge considering the current wiring system in place (see pics.)

That is about the wrap of it here at the PC lab. We have enough to keep us VERY busy all the way up until our trek this weekend. I don't have a great spiritual analogy for what we've been doing here at the computer lab. I guess it is just that the pc doctoring needed to be done, so we're doing it!
2007-10-06 13:23:39
It is now one day away from our three week anniversary of stepping foot on Pakistan soil. I've not written much. I've not even started a journal. That is surprising because every sense of my body has been going crazy since we landed at 5:45am on September 16, 2007. As I trailed all the other passengers out the door of that British Airways 747, I stepped into a new world, and into a new perspective on life!

There was no “Jetway” filled with human manipulated air that dim morning. It was like watching the President of the USA step off his own 747 onto the metal staircase that leads straight to the hot pavement. The humid Pakistan air hit like a surprise sucker punch from your older, stronger brother. The stewardess had informed us that we missed the bus to the terminal, so I felt more nervous than the captain of the chess team in a room full of cheerleaders as I descended to the tarmac and saw that the only greeting party available was a scattered group of dark skinned men wearing their native garb or military looking uniforms. All the buildings looked the same and were severely lacking in signage. I probably looked like a scared kitten when I realized the only person to ask for directions was a uniformed man who looked like the arch nemesis of GI Joe! Yet, he seemed to have an endless supply of patience and genuine concern as he made sure we were escorted to the terminal by bus rather than making us hoof it to the door 200 yards away.

However, it was once we were on the other side of the terminal, through customs, that I realized how far away from home that I really had come. There we were, three American tourists bumbling out of the doors of the airport with our luggage carts piled up chest high and with another overstuffed backpack on each of our backs, into a thick sea of Middle Eastern men almost uniformly dressed in their baggy, earth tone, native clothing. All I could see when I looked at anything or anyone was the fact that I was on the other side of the world, completely vulnerable and completely lost with Yahweh!

In true honor to the forgetful male species, we had managed to leave our printed "arrival instructions" laying safely on Ashton's desk back in Virginia Beach , VA. Therefore, we stood for a long time, staring at all the hand written signs hoping for something that resembled "Comfort Inn", since that was the only part of the instructions that any of us remembered. No luck, but thank Yahweh we found one phone number for our hosts on Curt's laptop, and a local "pay phone solicitor" dialed it for us for at least 30 minutes straight until he finally became someone's 6:30 am alarm clock.

As scattered, forgetful, and unprepared as we (I at least) felt at that point, there was no way we were going to cave under the pressure! So then, we waited. Pulling our oversized piles of luggage against a wall and throwing our selves on top of the piles was the easy part. The hard part was trying to avoid the endless stares of hundreds of sets of eyes, knowing that at least 97% of those eyes have never known the love of Jesus, and wondering if they had any love for us American's.

Two hours later, that sense of being completely lost and unprepared was replaced with awe as we piled in a small prop driven Pakistan Airlines plane, with 24 out-dated seats, and flew headlong into the mouth of the largest mountains in the world! Out both sides of the plane there were mountains carving into the same sky we were using as our highway. In the valleys there were green villages lined along river banks entrenched along the bases 18k, 20k, 23k foot peaks on every side! Inside of the plane the only thing more breath taking than the views was the smell of about 24 travelers who were not customers of the leading deodorant manufacturer.

Now, three weeks later, the memory of the mob of Pakistani men at the airport has been replaced with the knowledge that 99% of those people would have given the shirts off their back for any one of us strange American's (besides the President or Presidential Candidates of course.) The uniformed men who stand at intersections with their AK-47s and MP5's are doing it because they love their country and their families. They hate terrorism. They are tired of fighting. They are looking for peace. So, if it is true that good Muslims can't be interested in peace and freedom, then maybe that means these people are ready for something besides being a good Muslim.

Three weeks has afforded Curt and me only minimal opportunity to be sharing with people here. Like we said before we left, we are here to do whatever needs to be done. For the most part, that has been computer repairs, installations, and setups. Of course, Curt has also managed to fix headphones for the guard at the school, thwart an electrical fire at our guest house, and weld together a swing set for kids at the blind school...but we all know that Curt can do anything!

I have taken a particular interest in one of the young guys employed at our guest house. He loves to tell me about how the game of Cricket works as we watch the tournaments on TV. He also really enjoys a show called Voice of India, which would give American Idol a run for its money (joking...and please MAKE THE BAD SHOW STOP!) Pray for this young guy, though. Even if I don't see the harvest, I want to help cultivate the seed in his heart!

Today as you read this (Saturday, October 6, 2007) Ashton is returning from his adventure out in one of the villages. I can't wait to hear his stories or blog them to all of you! If they are anything like the stories that we heard from the other 2 man teams that we met tonight, then they are going to be awesome! People of Pakistan are being changed and transformed. The people who are coming here to make a difference are not being distracted from their purpose, even by the raw beauty of the landscape! This place is not just an awesome place to vacation and climb, but it is a beautiful "front line area" for the Kingdom.

Nevertheless, stay strong where you are my friends, but not if Yahweh says to "go"! Before a few months ago I never had a moment of considering going to Pakistan . Now, I'm a new man. I realize how spoiled I am and how thankful I am at the same time. Friend, sell something and get a ticket to see the world! Get a ticket to put off all of your comforts to pour in some salt and light into someone else's life. If I could kick you hard enough to convince you of this I would!

Thanks for reading my melodrama - David
2007-10-12 13:11:05

The Words of Ashton

Well I think David’s already filled you in on some of the highlights of our first week here, as well as a brief note on their recent activities. However, I was privileged to spend the last few weeks with Matt, one of the full timers here, in an extremely remote area known as the village of New Khanday. I would like to take a moment to share with you a little bit about our travels and our stay in the village.

The trip to New Khanday is a three day, two night, ten-and-a-half hour barrage of winding mountain roads where asphalt seems to be an afterthought. The road follows the Indus through barren valleys where a rock slide could bring an abrupt end at any moment. The trip took us through some of the most desolate, rocky, harrowing landscape ever created on this earth.

And what was the preferred mode of transport for said travels? Well, that kinda depends. For the first legs of our journey, we traveled in what is known here as a “coaster”. A coaster is kinda like a “sardine can on wheels.” Imagine yourself crammed into a fifteen passenger van with no less than twenty full-grown men who haven’t felt it at all necessary to shower for the last few weeks. And of course, never in their lifetime have any of these locals seen any kind of “Sure” commercial, but trust me, we all wish they had!

On the third and final leg of our journey, we loaded all of our gear into a purple Land Cruiser, which was already completely packed with several thousand pounds of wheat, sulfur, and propane. After we topped off this purple “beast of burden” with our packs, bags, and school supplies, I realized we had somehow managed to fit more into this truck than I ever thought possible. Matt and I sat waiting patiently for whatever mode of transportation our guide intended us to take to this village, only to learn that our seat was perched atop this “Barney” jeep, which was already overflowing with supplies. Obligingly, we strapped ourselves onto this rig with some nine other men who happened to be going the same way. With our feet hanging over the edge, precariously close to the sheer rock walls towering next to the road, Matt and I held on for dear life, as we endured the last of our journey to our new home!

Now, I cannot in good conscience move on without a little note as to the “driving conditions” of Pakistan. “Driving conditions” in no way refers to the road conditions or many hazards that make up the commuter system of the Northern Areas; I am talking about the actual “rules of the road” that a Pakistani driver must understand before getting behind the wheel of a vehicle. Simply put, there are none; if it can be done then do it! I am convinced that these drivers are acting out some kind of fantasy road racing game or a scene from a pirated copy of The Transporter. It is not an uncommon sight to see two or three cars across, making a pass on a two lane road against oncoming traffic with only their horn to announce their actions. And they love their horns; it seems as though they use their horn for anything and everything with all the gusto they can muster. For anyone choosing to take part in this “Crazy Taxi” world, my advice is simply get in, sit down, shut your eyes, and pray to God that you make it to your destination safely. If you happen to feel a little whoozy, there is no need to reach for a barf bag, as there is none, just stick your head out the window and let’er rip, as is common practice here; adding your own personal racing stripes!

Now, back to the village itself!


With the harrowing ride behind us, we grabbed all of our gear and were ushered into our room. This “master suite” was no more than a 12 x 15 room with carpet laid on top of a dirt floor. The furniture consisted of a few roll pillows on the floor and some thin mats where we were to put our sleeping bags. The many windows allowed for ample light, but lacked any kind of curtain or covering for privacy; merely acting as looking glass for dirty faced kids to observe us as we unpacked. Peering eyes would become our constant companions for the next days, and finding any kind of privacy would be a challenge throughout our entire trip.


The house where we were staying was like any other in the village; it had no heat, no shower, and the running water was only a little more reliable than the electricity. There is nothing quite like changing out of your dirty clothes for the night, when the electricity goes out and you are left rummaging through your gear for a headlamp. The food was pretty good and fairly abundant, but seemed to exit just about as fast as it entered, leaving you running to the “squatty”, which was nothing more than a hole in the floor of a 6’x6’ cement room.

The “squatty” offered a couple of challenges, besides the fact that it is just NOT FUN! One challenge was finding a way to prop yourself over the hole with one hand, while trying to keep the door shut against the kids who desperately wanted to observe all of your comings and “goings”. The second was keeping out the adults who needed to get water from the only flowing faucet in the house, which happened to be placed in the room our “quick release” meals had us occupying.

Sure, I’m complaining a little bit, but the residents of the house didn’t seem to be bothered by any of these inconveniences. The kids of the house didn’t seem to be bothered by any of these inconveniences, and worried about the expediency of the food passing, about as much as they did looking for a place to dispose of it; as was evident in the morning when you exited your room, and had to be on your guard not against dog feces, but of human. Trash was everywhere, as there was no means of disposing of it except to burn it. To see the trash, or smell it burning, was equally disturbing. In fact, the smell of the entire village was like nothing describable; it clung to our clothes, seared our nostrils, and turned our stomach. As if the stench, trash, and human fecal matter were not enough, we also had to deal with the hoards of flies that seemed to find their way into everything. Finally, our little picture was finished off by the chickens in the yard, goats in the trash, and yaks on the hill.

The first morning found us heading to the local “school”, if you could call it that, to start teaching English. As we arrived we observed kids squatting in the dirt, covered in dirt, doing their homework in the dirt, and upon inquiry, discovered that this was in fact their school as no building was accessible to them yet. What did they do when it rained? Why they simply canceled school. Not long after we started at the said “school”, we were visited by the Pakistani Secret Police. After several minutes of interrogation they were satisfied that we were not spies from India and left us to start what we had come to do.

The original purpose of our visit to this remote village was to teach English to the kids. However, due to the fact that their English was not in a place to be improved upon, we ended up simply building relationships with the kids through arts, crafts, and lots of games! The teachers were a little more improved on their English, so afternoons were spent with them trying to help them complete their English exams so they could get some kind of certificate allowing them to do I’m not sure what.

Each day passed pretty much in the same fashion for the extent of our trip, with interludes of treks up amazing mountain passes and down into beautiful mountain meadows. It would be easy to get lost within all the details of our trip without ever realizing the hand of Him who sent us.

It is at times like this that I find a loss for words, not because I don’t know how to use them, but because I find them empty and falling short. God is written all along the valley where we were at and interwoven into what makes up the very lives of these people. I wish you could have been there with me to look into the eyes of a beautiful baby girl as she discovered something new in life, and to see the hope that discovery ignites; or to gaze on a boy as he leaped from rock to rock with no fear, hoping he will never know the fear their religion brings. And nothing can relate to you the overwhelming joy that a smile can bring when it is from a woman who may have just experienced her first act of kindness by a man, as we helped her carry some wood down the mountain.

The Baltese people are among some of the most hospitable and kind I have ever met. And though it is hard to see their heart amongst a religion that carries no basis for relationship with God, it is equally hard not to see it after only a few moments of interaction. My desire is that the changes I experienced from my time with these people would be reverberated within their own souls, leading them to a God who longs to bring light to their very dark world.

2007-11-04 12:04:11
Welcome to another edition of our life journal in Pakistan. Sorry to drop off the face of the earth for the last few weeks. It seems that we have been fairly busy: two adventure outings in the wildest parts of Pakistan, a couple of rounds of sickness that had to be hit with Amoxicillin, several non-stop days in the computer lab, a strike by the local airline mechanics, and a militant take over of the government of Pakistan. Yeah…we’ve been busy!

I had prepared quite the photo journal from our trekking trip that we took three weeks ago. So, for those of you who are interested, please read along.

Three weeks ago Curt, Ashton and I

went trekking with twelve other folks

to the 9th tallest, yet largest (by landmass) mountain in the world. Narga Parbat. At over 26,000' this mountain was absolutely the most incredible thing that I've ever seen in my life!

Our journey started out with a four hour van ride up narrow windy roads into the village where our Pakistan tour guide grew up. There we were welcomed with open arms by the locals and were promptly served a feast at the banquet table (aka a cloth on the floor).

After our tummies were sufficiently stuffed with rice, lentils and nan (flat bread) we all cozied up in our sleeping bags and tried to keep warm for the night. I swear, the further away from the city you get the colder it seems to stay ALL THE TIME!

The next day we were off on foot! The local porters grabbed the bags off of the backs of the ladies and either carried them on their own backs or stacked them on top of all the other gear already piled on the donkeys. With the 50lbs on my back, and mentally deducting that it had been two years since I last did anything this physical, I was wishing I could get one of the locals to carry my pack for me too...but I decided I would just be a man and tough it out.

And tough it was! For me, the guy who has been exercising nothing but my keyboard fingers for the last two years...our initial vertical climb was like climbing twenty stories of stairs with a couple of kids hanging from my back! This initial warm up was followed closely by an hour long balancing act on top of a glacier boulder field. Basketball sized rocks littered our view for miles on every side, and with every step those little boulders seemed to shift in defiance of being disturbed from their rest.

In this land of extremes, it seems no surprise that our hour long dance across the glacier boulder field was almost instantly switched to a casual stroll through a time forsaken little village. We walked four abreast down the wide, clear path as six foot tall stone homes were to each side. Some were too far away to inspect, but some of the homes were close enough to closely observe their primitive design and get a good look at the huge piles of hay stored up on the roof in preparation for the harsh winter. In fact, one house was close enough to make a nice backdrop to our cheesy little group photo.

But make no mistake, no matter how cool the little shanties look; this is the home of someone who is in need of The Good News. Not because they don't have running water or because they don't have phones and TV's or money; this is a people who live isolated from hope. Looking at these two faces above, you can almost bet your retirement on the fact that they will never leave their valley. Therefore, there is one option for them to hear The Good News: someone has to bring it to them.

With that knowledge as the filter to the sights and sounds that we encounter, there is a slight sting of reality that constantly nips at our heels while we are here in this country. Yet we are careful not to let that sting sap the joy out of our faces and attitudes as we encounter the people.

In fact, I'm pretty sure that despite the temperature being below freezing and snow pelting our tent, we looked like some of the happiest campers alive here on our first evening.

Thankfully the sun came back into power and brought the temperature back to bearable the next morning. We were back outside enjoying the mountain sights as we downed our overly hearty meals of porridge, eggs, toast, and chai tea!

Almost as soon as we began the trek, it seemed we were already at the middle point and preparing to return. Here at the Base Camp 3, under the shadow of Nanga Parbat is were I met God and fell in humility at His feet for the first time in weeks!

As there were 15 people taking part in our little trek to base camp 3, there seemed sufficient opportunity to flaunt myself in pride and spew my mouth in sarcastic attempts at humor. Of course, others also had the same opportunity to spew sarcasm my way. Apparently my pride was nicked at some point in the process and the bleeding started collecting inside me in the form of bitterness and anger.

So, here I sat at the base of Narga Parbat looking up into the face of one of God's most ridiculous creations, and reflecting back at me was the realization of how ugly my heart had become as pride wrapped around me.

It was here, with almost this exact view that I lay on my back with the majesty of God before me and I prayed that God would make nothing of me so that He could be much! On my back before a convicting and merciful God, I allowed the Holy Spirit to dig into the root of pride that wanted to be the smartest, fastest, and most witty. Here I asked God to forgive me for being so self absorbed. The prayer was not elaborate or Pentecostal, God brought about a solution.

As the moon climbed from behind the mountains and the sun tucked itself away for the evening, I felt the first hint of scratchy throat. Typically, that is remedied by a few glasses of water and some sleep. But sleep was the one thing that would elude me this night. Bone chilling cold found me. A sore throat and nasty headache found me. Absolute discomfort and awkward anxiousness found me. But sleep eluded me.

I was so cold and uncomfortable that I couldn't sleep, so I chose to sit and stare at the fire while praying for the nation of Pakistan. I prayed for the men who carried all of our supplies. I prayed for the villages we walked through and drove by as we had traveled. I prayed for the spirit that binds them to be broken and for light to shine forth. I prayed for the people in the group that angered me that they would find humility in the sight of a Holy God.

I don’t blame God for the nasty head cold that came from that night and lingered for the next 15 days; but I don’t hesitate to offer God the glory for the humility and weakness that came along with that cold! Over the next few days people randomly offered their unsolicited opinions of how they saw me and the image of God they saw in me. To my utter surprise, they did not point a finger at the log of pride, but rather they chose to talk about attributes of God that I somehow managed to display. They spoke of being encouraged and asked for advice about life issues.

Please don’t think I’m asking for kudos or fishing for something spiritual to attach to the coolest hike I’ve been on in my life. I am simply amazed at how God can turn my utter trash into something worthwhile in the life of others.

2007-11-15 15:21:49
Okay, sorry I took so long to get more pictures, hopefully you'll think it was worth it. The following pictures were from an event here at the school that was put on by the kids for their families and friends.

Ashton leading the kids in "God of Wonders" (above) and kids singing (below)

PS. Everything is fine here in Gilgit. No wars, no bombings, nothing crazy. For those of you who don't know, Ashton is leaving to come home on Sunday 11/18. However, Curt and I are staying a bit longer. Due to some serious computer virus issues and issues with the server, I felt that I needed to stay here for 3 more weeks. Curt feels he needs to stay for a much longer time...but you'll have to hear from him on that. Write him, question him, drill him! He will respond I'm sure.

Anyway, I'll be home around Dec. 15th now.

For everyone that has sent money, thanks! We've collected about $500 from the website here thanks to you folks. I'm just going to go ahead and put this out there though, this trip has been a lot more expensive than I was expecting. Curt and I especially could use a little help getting through the next month with ticket changes and extra room/board. Here's my thoughts...there are 140 people on our email list. If everybody sent $10, we would have a HUGE help to get us through. Probably even some excess to keep poring back into the folks here. That's just my thoughts. Send more, send less, send nothing. I know God has already provided. I've just always wondered what would happen if everybody got on board with the money stuff. You can here.

More pics soon...

2007-12-08 00:00:00
Okay...it took entirely too long to get blog updated {sorry}. Hopefully you haven't all started to think that we were kidnapped and put into Taliban prision camps. This will be my final blog about my trip to Pakistan...I suppose...since I get on the plane in 12 hours and start heading home. I'll be back in Georgia sometime Tuesday and from there I guess real life begins again.

I really don't know what to say here. This trip has been the most awesome thing I have EVER done!!! God has given me a very clear path to follow, and I'm excited that I've been on it for years now and just didn't know it. I was able to spend 3 months in the craziest place on earth with my brother, working on computers for kids who previously only read books about computers, I've shared the Good News with several people, and I've met THE COOLEST people on earth! You couldn't offer me anything on earth that I would ever trade for this whole experience. And even more importantly, Lord willing, it is just the beginning.

Tuesday of this past week, I saw 10 kids who had never touched a computer before using the laptops. Computers are by no means the best thing on earth, but the feeling of seeing kids use a computer for the first time is the best feeling on earth. That feeling made 2 1/2 months of annoying glitches and slow downloads worthwhile.

I'm not going to bore you with a big story. Curt is staying in Pakistan and then going to India, then to Thailand. You don't even know how excited I am for him!!! He will be back in February...maybe.

I'm coming home to see the people I love, learn how to do what I couldn't figure out here, and then hopefully go back out and do this kind of stuff again. If anyone knows anyone that is in the Network Administration / IT business...I'd love to talk to them about contract work or internships to build my skills. And...if anyone is in that line of work and is looking for a place to go and use that talent for The Kingdom...lets talk!!!

Email me if you would like to be invited to a debriefing/Christmas party to hear all about the Pakistani experience...and of course give me a HUGE HUG!!! Here come the pictures.

Here we are on the border of Afghanistan sitting in a tiny hot spring on the side of the mountain. We drove for 6 hours, waited for 2 hours on the side of the road in a tiny village for them to fix our radiator, then hiked 3 miles up the mountain in the dark with 2 people who had serious stomach issues. AND IT WAS ALL WORTH IT!!!

Of course, everything that could go wrong did...and continued to go wrong until we got home. When we got back to the cars, they wouldn't start so we had to lite a fire and park the engine over the fire so it would heat up enough to crank. The villagers made us eat with them (which was the best part) since our bread was crushed and we were all wet and cold. Then on the drive home, after we were all wasted, we ran into the creepiest crowd of Pakistani's doing a voodoo dance in the middle of the street and they wouldn't let us pass until Ty ran over one of them (don't worry, it was just a foot...we think!)

Here are some pictures of the kids from the blind school playing on the play ground that Curt helped with. I don't know any details except that this is the coolest playground ever! And it would be banned in the states because it is too fun (aka dangerous).

How about a little BAD HAIR DAY party???

Yes mark, you are amazing!
Matt, how is that even possible?

That may take the prize.

and finally, here I am in Islamabad at the Dunkin Doughnuts.
For the first time in 2 1/2 months I actually felt like I was in America...but then the most started blaring the Arabic call to prayer over their loud speaker, drowning out the nicely mixed techno music in the restaurant.

So, that’s it...I'll talk to you all soon...and I look forward to your emails.

2007-12-15 00:00:00
I wanted everybody to have a chance to read this article that was in the newspaper while I was in Islamabad on my final day. Click here to check out this article
2008-02-01 00:00:00
Well, it has been about a month and a half since Curt and I got back in town from Pakistan. Photobucket

Many of you have asked us "how was it?" And that question will best be answer in person tomorrow, February 2, drop-in from 1pm-3pm at the Daily Grind Coffee Shop off of Due West Road in Marietta.

Short notice, I know…my fault! But You Are Invited

Curt made it home safely, thanks to many of you, but he is scheduled to leave again on Feb 4th. He will be working with Wycliffe Bible Translators on a remodel project for several weeks in England. Food and lodging are paid for. He just has to take care of travel, which only ended up around $500 round trip thanks to someone's gift of a Buddy Pass with Delta.

We want to get everyone together before Curt heads back out of town. And it is my fault for the late notice.

RSVP Here

This is just a drop-in event, but let us know if Saturday 1-3pm or Monday 7-9pm works best. The biggest group wins! If nobody responds, I'll cry, and just have coffee alone :-)

If we get enough RSVP responses on the guestbook, then we'll do it. Otherwise I guess we'll just wait for another date...

(I'm not being paid to say this)
PS. Even if you don't make it out to see us, stop by the Daily Grind Coffee House. They are owned and operated by a local Christian couple who are making an impact on their community. I've met them, I really liked them, and the coffee is REALLY GOOD! And the food, and smoothies, and everything else I've had there!

PSS. We are not going to ask for money! This get together is only for social reasons. If anyone wants to towards Curt's latest trip, they can. But that's not why we want people to come out.