Finding My Space

I truly feel myself
When I’m by myself
My trip to Rossano
From Firenze
Tested me in every way…
Trust my instincts, decisions

Of course I thank the Lord
For preparing my way
For bringing people
Into my path

My language and
Communication skills
Were on notice
And served me well

I never felt threatened
Or even lonely
Though I travelled alone
God’s presence was
My constant shadow

I really like this lifestyle
I don’t miss the USA
And all its trappings
I like freedom of movement
Without cars and Big Oil

Planes and trains
And dreaming of bikes
Brought me to these far off

I’m not a tourist
That is too hard
I am a world citizen
Who enjoys a variety
Of experiences

I’ve had great moments
And a few I regret
The person within
Relates well to all
Black, white, yellow and other
Whether we speak the same
Language or not

Our relationship is defined
By the eyes and what’s
In the heart
It’s been all good for me

Been away a long while
Next week I head for home
Weeks of wonderment
Will be boiled down to days,
Hours, minutes

I give thanks again
And again
I’ve turned many pages in my life
These past five weeks
Quickly, with anticipation
To see what God
Will write next

19 June 2012

Nearing the End

June 22

Today we leave Bologna, Italy, and board a train and head to Innsbruck where we’ll have six minutes to catch another train to our final destination near Garmish, Germany. It will be in Edelweiss country, in the Alps. Everyone who knows it says it will be spectacular.

It’s our last stop before we head back to US on Tuesday. We’ve been many places and seen spectacular things. South Sudan was wonderful and is at the top.

What I’ve enjoyed most, what I’ll remember and what my heart will deeply long for is the incredible presence of God throughout this journey.

I couldn’t have done very much on my own without him. My ham-handed, stubborn approach would have been a recipe for failure. But not to worry.

I’ve never felt alone, even when I was alone. God prepared people along the way–every day–for me. Maybe he knew I’d need him with his “A” game to get me through all of this.

My faith has grown these five weeks: so rich and deep and constant. I felt God’s call to see and document the world I’ve never seen before I left. It has been affirmed again and again and my faith has grown from there.

When I return home, I’ll have memories, photos and videos to enjoy and share with others.

But the greatest treasure is one I’ll work hard, and pray hard, to keep:  my relationship with the father, son and Holy Spirit. 

No matter where I walk, he will be with me always. Through faith, I will drop what I must and join him.

South Sudan Diary May 31-June 5: The Last Days


Drove to Abundant Life Primary School in the morning to meet with Abraham Maker, a former Hope & Resurrection student, now teaching young students. Received a warm welcome from headmaster and staff. Abraham presented me with with my Dinka name: Patrick Majok, named for a black and white steer or cow, a prized possession.

Shot video of Abraham in classroom with young students learning multiplication tables. Very eager students under his care.

Returned to clinic to pick up Elizabeth and head to Atiaba. She will stay the night at the school with Marcellina. Packed up my mosquito net, as I now have several beds with nets from which to choose for sleep.

Another rugged ride to school, in time to have interview with Marcellina and lunch with the chicken Jennifer we enjoyed the past few days. Broth and meat were nice additions to the rice. Vultures and a couple of brown eagles were aware of the food and were loitering in the area. With teacher Dennis’ help, we prepared a plate with a piece of chicken, placed it on the ground. Within seconds the vultures crept closer, but we shoo’ed then away. Then the eagle flew in and snatched the treat with ease. Got it on camera.

Think often of where I am–in the middle of Africa. Usually when I travel a long ways, there is opportunity for recreation. I’ve jumped rope with Dr. Clarke several days. But not much time is spent rejuvenating; no time is spent poolside. There are absolutely no creature comforts in South Sudan. It’s not like a getaway trip to do a little 9-5 church work. You are “all in” here, make or break, 24/7. There is no cooling off place in these parts. Jennifer comments constantly about her grumpiness or pressure she feels. Yet there is no intentional effort to diffuse it.

Recreation must be what you make of it: a nap, a book, a conversation. I remember the garden setting of Tamambo in Nairobi, a beautiful, oasis in the huge Kenyan city. It reminds me, again, of a previous Caribbean holiday with Dad and Tom.
I know my time is growing short here and that a reunion with Rob in London beckons. I know that I will miss this school and the clinic and the faraway place it has taken my heart. Life will again envelope me and my feelings will begin to fade for South Sudan and this  adventure.


Said our goodbyes at Akot Medical Clinic and set out for the school at Atiaba. Taped a few standups with Jennifer. Drove off to Rumbek, which took barely an hour. First stop,was Governor’s House, where we met with governor of Lakes State. Jennifer led conversation and told him about the progress at the school, and made several requests, including access to top students in the region, a storage container and other items.

From there we went to Pan Door, a catholic Guest House run by Italian missionaries, one of which was from Lake Maggiore. Facility had restaurant, private rooms with flush toilets. Met Arnold of the staff, who engaged me by speaking in French.
Ran errands with Cleous, including trip for a battery in Rumbek’s market area. Stood at corner with Jen and EB for 15-20 minutes. Was one of the most amazing experiences of my life. We really stood out, but tried not to, as some amazing characters passed back and front before us. Reminded me of a Star Wars bar scene.

For dinner we went to Akot’s Tukul compound. He was joined by Ben G, another government associate. Had beverages and dinner (finger food) served to us. Akot’s father later showed up, who stayed with Jen in Virginia several years ago. I was anxious to leave when wind whipped up, threatening rain, some made hasty departure.
A cold Tusker beer was enjoyed before bed


Arose for breakfast and worship with Loreto Catholic Secondary School for girls. Wonderful service, deacon from Cameroon was great homilist. Afterwards met with charming students.

Left Pan Door for African Expeditions, or Afex, and safari-like setting. Disappointed with trash on my porch, but otherwise OK. Received visit from Akot, Priscilla, Deborah and a former student named Daniel who arrived wearing a blue Oakridge shirt. Took picture and was really amazed.

Had nice buffet supper with pork chops, greens. Had a couple of fine Bells Ugandan beers with the ladies before bed.


Slept OK, but up early. Listened to music. Met for breakfast and were visited again by Akot and another friend/associate. Checked out of room and waited at ALS room for flight to arrive.

Walked 40 yards to airport to begin bag check, boarding process. Went smoothly for us. An inbound student from Virginia, Joel, who will join Clarke at Akot clinic, arrived from Nairobi. He was hung up with immigration officer attempting to extort another $100, just as we experienced. Jen tried to help but to no avail. He paid a “tax” of $50 and we said our farewells.

Flights on Beechcraft plane back to Nairobi were pleasant enough. Took photos of cumulonimbus and terrain. Met at airport by driver Patrick, Maker and Angelina at about 5:30. Decision made to go directly to Kenyatta Airport for supper and flight to London.

Checked my duffel bag with tripods, along with laptop and camera to Virginia with the ladies. Felt relieved and unencumbered. On escalator to departure level, I saw profile of man. I got off, walked around and asked, “Jock Boyer?” It was he! Had a great conversation and photos with he and his wife, Kimberly. It was an incredible moment for me, another example of God’s presence in my heart. I was truly excited. Later, when we went to coffee shop for dinner, took photos with several Team Rwanda cyclists.

Bought a few African souvenirs, put them in camera bag with Jen for safe keeping. Boarded 777 to London and set off on time. Impossible to sleep despite two Ambien. Maybe got 2 hrs.


Took photos of France’s Mediterranean coastline under darkness, which was cool. Arrived early. Got to a fork in the road, where connecting flights went one direction and passport control, customs went another. More photos, prayers, hugs and kisses with Jennifer and Elizabeth and our final goodbyes.

Sailed through security and customs quite quickly. Got to airport waiting entrance, where Immediately spied Matt “Today Show” Lauer arriving. Intercepted him briefly for a photo. Great get!

I waited for a bit, then called Rob’s cell and left a message that I was ready for pickup. He arrived about 90 minutes later, saying my instructions said “5:55 p.m.” DOH!
Made some tourist rounds, saw refurbished Wembly Stadium, took photo crossing Abbey Road. Met Frances, daughters Emily, Anna and Isobel. Picked up a few things and visited nearby friend for some snacks, wine, pleasantries. It was fun. Watched French Open match between Tsonga-Djokovic. Back home, called Virginia et all for 20 minutes, declined dinner and went to bed. Asleep quickly.

South Sudan Diary May 26-30: Dynamic Changes


A relaxed day today with a later start to H&R school. School not in session so the only ones present were Anthony, the headmaster, and the Ugandan teachers. Shot a Dinka language lesson with Fr. Paul, a tour introduction with Anthony. Helped Tom with classroom cleanup and rearranging pavilion seating. Lunch of rice, beans and goat meat. Skies threatened in early afternoon.

By departure at 3:30 p.m. winds picked up. Four of us in the back of truck when skies opened. Quite a thrill, reminding me of an earlier Caribbean vacation with my father and brother in 1972. Everything drenched–needed to wash shirt, pants, socks anyway.

Darryl allowed me to use his phone to call home. Talked with Virginia who updated me on her security plans. She had not heard from Dan on the occasion of his birthday. Ugandan teachers joined me on phone with birthday song for Dan. Interesting time back at the clinic, meeting Billy White, retired Army now evangelizing in Africa. Clarke, the resident doctor from Charleston, quite engaging as well.


Lengthy worship at Akot cathedral. Bishop Isaac presiding over worship service. Ran 2.5 hours. Singing, clapping, drums, preaching in Dinka and English. Youth entered from rear of church. Afterwards, some socializing. Took photos of kids, swarmed by them when displaying shots. Rest day at clinic. Most of team went to full immersion baptism.


Said goodbye to five of our team who left for home. Paul+, Tom, Darryl, Karen and Emily all provided warm friendship and encouragement for me. Tom did several stints as a teacher and was a “jack of all trades.” I will surely miss him and the others. The dynamic changes as the team is reduced to three.

Walked to Atiaba market (1/2 mile) with student Elizabeth. Visited her Tukul, members of extended family. Will walk with her on Friday. Jennifer and EB shopped for some items from each of three vendors, spending about 20 South Sudanese pounds. After lunch, students performed a celebratory dance, with pounding drums. Very good to videotape.

After school there was a soccer match at the nearby pitch. Start of game was held up because ball was caught in a tree. Lulu Trees are not cut because they produce a fruit which is ground into a cosmetic paste, so there are living impediments on the field–and they are in play. Before match, all players and the referee came to greet EB and me. Somewhat hard to shoot a game while standing on sideline. Missed first goal, left shortly thereafter. Drove back to clinic, surviving the rough road. With five members of team having left, there were fewer “backseat drivers” critiquing my efforts.

South Sudan Diary May 23-25: On the Ground

Left Nairobi early Wednesday morning, after a day touring parts of the city. Went to an elephant orphanage, enjoyed a fabulous lunch on a former coffee plantation. Reminded me of a outdoor garden restaurant like you would find in the Caribbean.

Leaving Kenya wasn’t as difficult as I feared. While there was plenty of “hurry up and wait,” we made a successful passage. Arriving in Rumbek, South Sudan, after a refueling stop in Lokichoggio, we were hustled by local gendarmes. They attempted to extort another 160 pounds each for our visas, despite the fact that all fees were paid in DC.

We were greeted with wonderful warm welcome when we arrived at the Hope & Resurrection School in Atiaba. Took video of song-filled ceremony.

Thursday was a long day. After breakfast of oatmeal and powdered milk, we went to the school for chapel. Everywhere we go we get seats up front and are treated like special guests. Lots of video shot at the school. We had a late morning tea in the teacher’s lounge. After lunch, school was dismissed to attend funeral for local soldier in Sudan Civil War.

Once again we got the best seats in the house, before a crowd of 2000+. We were allowed to see and photograph the casket. Then we sat through a dozen or more speakers, who used mostly Dinka to communicate to their brothers and sisters. Only when a plate offering was collected from us were we able to buy our way back to the school.

It was warmer today, and I jumped rope when we got back to school. Rope is about finished as I untangled it constantly, sweating profusely. Recharged batteries before and after dinner. Shared meal with Baptist group serving at another school. Combined our evening worship with song and reflection.

Woke up to damp bedding. Very humid overnight and this morning. Perspired greatly but had plenty of electrolyte drink and felt good throughout. Another long day at the school. We had tire trouble early and arrived at the school late so we missed morning devotion.

Shot one interview with Abraham using the iPhone. Turned out well, I think. Got lots of video from the classroom, with the Ugandan staff teachers and Tom Valiquett from our team.

Thunder was in the distance in the morning. After lunch, lightning, thunder and downpours interrupted afternoon classes. Allowed for restful moments. Worked with Darryl to resolve power generator issue, at least temporarily.

Learned today that when Darryl leaves with first group next week, I, as the remaining male, will be responsible for driving to and from school. It may be challenging, with right-hand drive and very difficult roads.

Today is son Dan’s 21st birthday. Called his cell to sing “Happy Birthday,” joined by enthusiastic Ugandan teachers…

Countdown to Fulfillment

Faith has been described as belief in the things not seen. After years of anticipation, I leave for my video ministry trip to South Sudan in a matter of hours.

The excitement is constant. I whittle my checklist several times a day. It’s a far cry from how I’ve typically conducted my business–at the last minute. For this trip, I’ve been doing a little bit each day for weeks, getting shots, organizing travel docs, packing my luggage…so I won’t have a big panic attack as the airport shuttle arrives.

Earlier this week a friend asked me about this upcoming adventure, which will have me out of the country for six weeks. “Do you consider this trip as a signal of big change in your life,” I was asked.

No, I responded. This opportunity fulfills my destiny in life.

Years ago, I took a swing at sportscasting, my original love. Then it was more than two decades in a state cubicle farm, moving paper from here to there, creating talking points and reassuring taxpayers that all was well.

I enjoyed those work experiences at times, made great friends along the way. Inside me, though, there was a constant sense of greater work ahead.

Forty years ago, my father, brother and I spent a month in a church rectory on the island of Antigua, in the Caribbean Sea. We had a beautiful, secure home, with plumbing, and electricity. In the community around us, residents had corrugated tin roofs over their heads, carried buckets to a common well to get their water. The youth played soccer on a rock-strewn pitch. As a young teenager, it was my first exposure to a different way of life from what I enjoyed in the opulent US. It was also a foreshadowing of what awaits me next week.

My TV career fueled an interest in writing and video production. Over the years, as Apple improved its product line and made desktop publishing and non-linear video production accessible and easy, I polished skills and awaited the call.

A first opportunity came as newsletter editor for my local bishop. I produced a monthly newsletter for nearly ten years, while juggling a full-time job with my role as a new father, husband, Little League coach, and executor. More skills and contacts were developed, then placed on hold in anticipation.

Years of service with my local church put me in relationship with wonderful, selfless individuals, who served others as missionaries, instructors, pastors and cheap labor. I watched the mission trips affect lives. I participated for the first time and felt a renewed sense of purpose. I worshipped with a couple who sought missionary work in retirement. Their prayers were answered as God led them to South Sudan and elsewhere.

Their experience and my interest made for an easy match. An introduction was made to the organization that founded and operates a secondary school in South Sudan. They could use what I possess. In December 2011, my call was confirmed.

It’s hard to be in the moment on the journey. We just want to see where we’re going and not get tripped. Looking back, I can see many instances where a still, quiet voice inside me, or a friend beside me, nudged me in a direction that set me on this path. I say daily prayers for guidance and quiet confidence.

My journey has been long, with distractions and failures along the way. My compass has been influenced by prayer and loyal friends. They’ve encouraged me to regain my footing and find my voice. I am being fulfilled.