The group photo. Mexico. 2007.

The group photo. Mexico. 2007.


You may be wondering what has kept us from posting a regular update for 2015. Well, we actually have been. It’s been our Photo of the Day project. However, that is not on this particular blog page. You can follow our Photo of the Day project on the AMPPhotos WordPress blog:

Between the updating of the AMPPhotos site daily and our summer projects, it has been a busy year so far. We are also undergoing an expansion. So, please stay with us as we grow and revamp our online presence. We will continue promoting missions and following our Lord!

This fall we will roll out a new website and social-media presence. These are exciting times! Please continue to pray with us for God’s blessing and leading.

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Something Broken

22 February, 2012

Boys and broken bike. Guayaquil, Ecuador. 2011.

When questions of “why bad things happen to good people” arise, they grow from faulty presuppositions. The thought that God allowed, or worse, ordained some tragedy leaves out the character sin. It is often thought that sin requires a volitional act in every situation. Actually, the only volitional act sin needed to enter the world was that committed by Adam. Eve was deceived, but Adam sinned.

And so, sin entered the world, a creeping death and decay that we see in the actions of men from tyrannical despots murdering millions to the toddler who lies about taking a cookie. (Assuredly, I am not equating the two actions apart from labeling them both as sin.) However, it is often overlooked that sin also reveals itself in the decay of a fallen leaf and the oxidation of the metal of a child’s bike.

For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed in us. For the earnest expectation of the creation eagerly waits for the revealing of the sons of God. For the creation was subjected to futility, not willingly, but because of Him who subjected it in hope; because the creation itself also will be delivered from the bondage of corruption into the glorious liberty of the children of God. For we know that the whole creation groans and labors with birth pangs together until now. Not only that, but we also who have the first fruits of the Spirit, even we ourselves groan within ourselves, eagerly waiting for the adoption, the redemption of our body. – Romans 8:18-23*

As can be read in Romans, the weight of sin falls upon the creation as well as the creature. The Third law of thermodynamics describes the inherent entropy in every natural system. Just the fact that systems breakdown is evidence of sin in and of itself. The simple presence of instability is antithesis to the character of God, there is nothing fleeting in the character of God.

These boys, dismayed over a broken pedal, show feelings we all have when things fall to pieces. A broken pedal, a lost job, a heart-breaking diagnosis; are all evidences, great and small, that point us to God and the truth that this world was never intended as a final destination. Thank God.

* New King James Version (NKJV) – Copyright © 1982 by Thomas Nelson, Inc.

(This photo is an Instagram repost)

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Two Men

21 February, 2012

Statues, Grand-Leez, Belgium, 2009.

Statues. Grand-Leez, Belgium. 2009.

I recently used another (color) photo of these old men in the post People of Stone. Why? Because I like these old chaps. They seem so determined, so resolute.

In honor of these two petrologically-inclined gentleman, I wrote this little story, The Fleming and the Walloon. please don’t think of this as any commentary on the political situation in Belgium between the Flemings and the Walloons. I am unable to speak to that as I am neither. However, I thought it would be an interesting foundation to build a story on the two natures man. It is quite a stretch I know, but I thought it would be an interesting effort. My preemptive and sincere apologies to the Flemish and Walloon everywhere.

(This story will be published here in the near future.)

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And who is my neighbor?

7 November, 2010

Learning english, Tijuana, Mexico, 2010.

Learning english. Tijuana, Mexico. 2010.

Between downtown Tijuana and Las Playas on the pacific ocean lies a small colonia called Cañon Carretas. Hidden among the scrap wood and plastic dwellings sits a one-room building that serves as a youth center, school, and simple gathering place. On August 6 of this past summer, I visited this small Mexican community with Kathy Saracoff, a missionary with Latin American Mission. For a few hours that Friday morning I watched as she led a small group of kids in some gospel songs, and then spent time educating them in english.

Employment in the community used be a short hike over to an adjacent valley where fathers, mothers, and those old enough to work dug through an immense mountain of refuse in one of the Tijuana-area dumps. Eventually, land-fill activities ceased at the site and dump activity moved closer to Tecate. Since then, the members of the community have had to commute, any way they can, to the new dump site where they earn a meager living digging for recyclables hidden in the tons of refuse dumped there everyday.

The children who come to the one-room school are the children of this community. Many of these cannot go to the public school because they cannot afford to buy the uniforms needed to attend the state schools. They are essentially barred from free education due to a lack of funds to buy the mandated uniforms.

Mrs. Saracoff started a small, handcrafts enterprise where the children produce bracelets that are then sold to help fund the children’s need for school uniforms and supplies. For these children, there are few options. Their parents spend the entirety of the money they earn on the basic needs of life.

In nearby San Diego, there are those who could easily afford to buy the supplies and clothing needed by these children, and thus they could be allowed to enter the public schools. Unfortunately, these connections, between the children in this dusty valley and those who could supply their needs, are not made.

“And who is my neighbor?” Luke 10:29

The increasing violence has been an added pressure to their struggle for existence over the past few years. Not only is this an increase in the level of danger associated with living and working in Tijuana, but it is also restricting the river of help that once flowed south across the border with the many Christian groups that would come to help, build, teach, and love the people of Mexico.

During the writing of this post I learned that, just across town from this community, supposed members of the Mexican drug cartels murdered 13 people at a health clinic,. This horrific event was barely reported on the US side of the border. If the cultural filter of la linea can muffle such a human tragedy, how much more will it silence the voices of these children living in the shadow of this violence? The violence is deeper than the 28,000 murdered in these cartel wars, there is another violence in that we, seemingly, are now no longer listening.


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