Beautiful Destruction

December 2011 brought devastating news from Black Mesa, Arizona. Willie's Diner, the meeting and gathering building for House of Joy, had burnt down. The contents of the building were completely demolished, leaving the community looking to God for answers. God answered quickly, as volunteers across the country who had fallen in love with Pastor JR Wilson, his passion for ministry, and the community of Black Mesa rallied to help in any way possible. Whether that was through donations, volunteer service, or powerful prayer, hundreds of people came to aid the of the church to build a church addition to replace Willie's. 

Matthew 7:7

"Ask, and it will be given to you; seek, and you will find; knock, and it will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives, and the one who seeks finds, and to the one who knocks it will be opened."

June 2013, a year and a half later, the two story addition to the church has boomed. The sun sets through the frame of the building and the wonder of God's never-ending promise is a beautiful sight. With the funds and volunteer labor that House of Joy has collected, the dream of the addition is now a reality. The framework is almost finished, the rafters of the ceiling are visible, the windows are put into place and the painting is completed. Even with much more work to go, the spirit of the community is still high because of the awesome never-shaken power of God and how Christ can turn destruction into beauty for his Kingdom.

But the story goes beyond the volunteers from around the country, a bigger story is in the community itself. Pastoral duties according to JR Wilson, go beyond being a spiritual, financial and emotional support system for his church. He humbles himself and does as Jesus told the disciples to do in Mark 6. "Take nothing for your journey except a staff- no bread, no bag, no money in your belts- but wear sandals and not put on two tunics," JR simply relies on God to supply his every need. He doesn't come with extravagant money, plans, or ideas. He comes just as he is, a willing servant. Throughout work on the addition, we have seen JR do the grungy, dirty, and hard tasks every day. Serving constantly, by putting up hundred pound rafters, preaching at tent revivals every night until 2 am the next morning, and sacrificing personal time to further God's kingdom.

When volunteers and the Experience Mission staff were tired, JR was still working. One thing that keeps volunteers moving forward is the attitude of the House of Joy pastor, his continuous joking and smiles lift the team's spirits everyday. Working and volunteering on the Reservation, you can't help but pick up a lesson or two. Being surrounded by Christ-like people, such as JR makes learning and growing easy. 

And when JR is asked why he works so hard, he simply replies, "It's all worth it if one day, Jesus says to me, "Well done, good and faithful servant."" Personally, I have no doubt that He will.

What It Truly Means to 'Go'

When I first heard the term "Go," it was over a year ago when I was applying for the 6 month Africa Immersion program through Experience Mission. I was challenged time and time again by the word. To step outside of my American culture, experience life from a different perspective and live for God. What I would come to learn over the next year as I headed to Africa and returned six months later, is that "go" doesn't always mean to move, to pass, to move out or away. To "go" can also mean to stay, to stay in the place that God has placed you in.

When I made the slow recovery back into the American lifestyle and culture in the beginning of 2014, all I wanted to do was be back in Africa. To be back in a place where I felt I was making a difference. To be in a place where I felt like I belonged, even though I was one of very few white people in most of the places. God had never spoken so loudly to me when I was at my lowest points in Africa. But being back in the States, I had met a new kind of low. I wondered where God was, why I was back in a culture that I found myself questioning like never before and why was He so silent after we had been on so many wonderful and hard journeys together?

God had told me to "go," but now I was simply standing still. I felt as though my purpose was in Africa, not in America. So why was I back in a country that I didn't feel I belonged in anymore? Why did God bring me back here?

God answered me through Job 6: 24, which states:  "Teach me, and I will be silent; make me understand how I have gone astray." (ESV)

God told me that my way of "going" was to be still and to stay exactly where I was. To be content with where He had placed me. That sometimes, staying and being still is the true challenge. The greatest challenge I faced on my journey of Africa was not the crazy food, the blazing temperatures, or the cross-cultural differences. The true challenge was coming back to the state of Colorado and being content with where I was everyday. 

In Matthew 6:31-33, He challenges us to "not be anxious, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’" And to simply, "seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be added..." 

Once again, He knew myself better than I ever would. God knew that the greatest challenges were simply trusting, to let the worry disappear. In the end, all would be provided. Less than six months later, I once again sit at a table where I once sat. I sit at Many Waters Missions in Water Flow, New Mexico, our community before we headed to Africa. I am now Summer Staff for Experience Mission and the beauty of God's plan blows my mind away. 

Memories and old adventures flood back to my mind as I have gone from place to place over the past few days. Seeing Pastor Daniel Smiley of Black Mountain Mennonite Church and the wisdom he has to offer all people he comes into contact with. Seeing the joy and passion Pastor JR Wilson of House of Joy in Black Mesa has for his church, Christ and the community all around him. And even seeing the children of the Reservation and how many of them are wiser than their years has made me fall in love with the Navajo Reservation all over again. 

Seeking God's kingdom has placed me on the Navajo Reservation, once again. Doing what I love; building relationships and truly looking the widow, the homeless man, and 'others' in they eye and listening to their remarkable story. Sitting still can be the greatest challenge of "going." 

Last Place, How Bad Do You Want It?

As Outreach Coordinator, I knew for a fact, that my job would be a breeze. I am an extravert (sometimes loud and obnoxious) with a passion of loving and spending time with people. Kid's Club? I would obviously rock that. I had run programs for years and kids loved my awkward personality. The week before I had planned to pick up 30 kids from different locations around the community. I was organized and ready for the first team to arrive. I had heard a lot about the team from Atlanta, another EM summer staff member, William (who is working in Joplin) was from the Atlanta church and he had told me all about their team leader and her fiery personality. She had a passion for her youth group and had done dozens of EM Summer trips. William told me to match her fiery personality with my equally spunkiness and we would get along wonderfully.

The team arrives on Sunday and I love Allison (the team leader) almost immediately. She was organized, had a system, but was flexible and willing to work with us as we learned the ropes of the community and our new jobs and responsibilities.  Monday rolls around for Kid's Club and it was a disaster. I had rounded up four out of the 30 kids that planned on attending. The rest of the week was the same sort of disaster. I felt completely helpless, I was doing the right things and trying to do my job as Outreach Coordinator, but I was continuing to fail in all that I did. I could only continue to apologize over and over to the teams for the way things were turning out. Allison was a God-send; she was understanding, patient and kind-hearted for all the troubles I was going through. On Wednesday night, I opened my Bible out of frustration. All I could do is ask God, "Why? Why is this happening?" 

I opened up to Matthew 20:16 and read, "So the last will be first, and the first last.” I felt as though God was opening up my eyes to truly live for him. Love with brotherly affection and do everything for Him. Being an avid soccer player, I knew all about first place. I strived for it not only on the field, but also in all aspects of life. It is said that second place is the first loser... But in God's Kingdom we are called to be last. Last place, huh? I didn't want it bad enough. I was striving to come in first place all week; making Atlanta's trip stupendous and the community feeling dignified. But God reminded me that last place is where He truly wanted me to be. To feel as though I had to rely on God for everything and serve Him in even the most difficult situations. To continue to serve His Kingdom in impossible situations and in the best situations. 

God calls us to love the unwanted, the 'others,' to meet people where they are at and put all of them first. It is much simpler to put them first, than to put ourselves last. Last place... how bad do you want it?

The 'Other'

I stepped out of the church service just months after my trip to Africa, took a sigh of relief and smiled. I had just gotten out of a service challenging the hundreds in the congregation to serve our neighbor. The story of the Good Samaritan was only one of the examples that was given. I had been trying to re-enter the American society slowly and it had been a discouraging journey.

Just days after I had returned, I had heard complaints of not having first class on a thirty minute flight, the long lines at Walmart and unending traffic. I simply rolled my eyes and muttered, "First world problems...." But after the church service, I had finally received a light at the end of the tunnel, maybe I could find my place in the States after a life-altering experience in Africa.
As the congregation and I started towards our cars, we all encountered a homeless man, woman and their dog. Seeing the reaction of the people ahead of me in the bustling crowd, you would have assumed they were invisible. No one seemed to notice the pain-staking pneumonia cough of the woman, the numerous ribs protruding from the dog, or the white toes that popped out of the worn out shoes of the man. They simply brushed past them, for differing reasons that I didn't understand.

Having no fear or discomfort of homeless people, I casually walked up to them after being much inspired to encourage my neighbor. I had learned to truly look in the widow's, the homeless man's, the cripple's, and the elderly's eye and listen. To know their story, to learn from them and simply love as Christ does.
After being introduced to Rose, Chris and Tango (the dog), I was pushed and brushed by the moving crowd. I had now become one of 'the others,' one that didn't seem to exist. We received a few sideways glances, but were formally ignored. As a middle class, white American living in Colorado, being out of place was hard to come by for me. I had become an 'other' and didn't know what to think. I ended my conversation with Rose and Chris, a short 30 minutes later by encouraging them to stop by the homeless shelter where I volunteered with the Salvation Army on Wednesday nights. They could receive a hot meal, we could talk more and I could learn more of Rose's jokes. They promised to attend, unless something came up.

As I left, I was puzzled, they never asked me for money, they didn't tell me a sob story, or any of the other stereotypical homeless generalizations. Chris was reserved and shy, while Rose was a boisterous character. They were true people; they weren't homeless people, they were people that didn't have a home. They were a person first and foremost. I didn't like being invisible or being given sideways glances by middle class Christians, who had just sat in the same church service I had. I was enraged, how could these wonderful people like Rose and Chris be labeled as the outcasts of society? How could the 'Christians' who had just been challenged to step outside of their comfort zone and love their neighbor forget and reject what they just heard? Why weren't they the outcasts?

God once again challenged me, wasn't I doing the same thing? I stepped out of that service thinking I was doing the right thing and talking to Rose, Chris and petting a grungy looking dog. In the end, I was just as hypocritical as the Christians, I was holding bitterness in my heart for my neighbor. In Leviticus 19:18 it states, "You shall not take vengeance or bear a grudge against the sons of your own people, but you shall love your neighbor as yourself..." It was easy for me to love one neighbor, but I bore a grudge against my view of the hypocritical Christian, when I was being even more of a hypocrite.

Since volunteering and now working for Experience Mission, I have been faced with societies 'others.' As a summer staff member on the Navajo Reservation this summer, I know I will be faced with uncomfortable situations and possibly facing my 'other.' God has called us to meet his people where they are in life. Whether it is the elderly Navajo widow who needs a new roof, the bare footed child, or the middle class Christian, God calls us to love our neighbor; warts and all.

Grass Is Always Greener

Lesotho 
I had an unrealistic expectation at the beginning of this trip that I would be able to read the bible straight through on this trip. At first I was really struggling to get through the rough parts. Let's be real, Leviticus... We should all get a gold star for finishing that book. I prayed constantly about God really revealing what He wanted me to get out of each book and amazingly I finished in less than six months. And even though it is difficult in parts, He has truly spoken to my heart. I was sitting on my chair in Lesotho staring at the animals, the land and the people who were suffering in this country. It was breaking my heart and that's when I found Joel. God answered my prayers and my eyes were opened to what the Word of God was telling me. 

Joel 1:4, 10, &18- "What the cutting locust left, the swarming locust has eaten. What the swarming locust has left, the hopping locust has eaten, and what the hopping locust left, the destroying locust has eaten... The fields are destroyed, the ground mourns, because the grain is destroyed, the wine dries up, the oil languishes... How the beasts groan! The beards of cattle wander aimlessly because there is no pasture for them; even the flocks of sheep suffer."

When I look out at Lesotho, I see a barren and dry land that has been eaten away by more than just locusts. I sit next to groaning sheep in my village, Ha Pitsi, who are stuck in a cramped pen because there is nowhere to go. They have no 'land of plenty' to roam and the cattle wander around our village eating the little crops the people have because there is no land to graze on. Erosion has taken over the land of Lesotho. Dongas plague the land, but when you look over the barbed wire fence into South Africa there is no erosion. The grass is truly greener on the other side. The people have no hope for change either. Their faith in themselves, in a better future, and in God is diminished. But God reminds us in Joel 2, that there is always hope found in God. 

Joel 2: 21-26-"Fear not, O land; be glad and rejoice, for the Lord has done great things! Fear not, you beasts of the field, for the pastures of the wilderness are green; the tree bears its fruit; the fig tree and vine give their full yield. Be glad, O children of Zion, and rejoice in the Lord your God, for he has given the early rain for your vindication; he has poured down for you abundant rain, the early and the latter rain, as before. The threshing floors shall be full of grain; the vats shall overflow with wine and oil. I will restore to you the years that the swarming locust has eaten, the hopper, the destroyer; and the cutter; my great army, which I sent among you. You shall eat in plenty and be satisfied, and praise the name of the Lord your God, who has dealt wondrously with you. And my people shall never again be put to shame."

Rejoice because we believe in a God more powerful than poverty, than erosion, than hopelessness, than hunger. We believe in a God than conquers all; so be glad. He fills our floors with grain, but he also fills our hearts with hope and love. He not only restores the years that have been lost to locusts, he restores our hearts and makes them new in Him. Our hunger will not only be satisfied, but our souls will be satisfied. When I look at Lesotho I am not disheartened, God will restore the fortunes that Africa has and gather them together for His sake. He has blessed Africa beyond measure, the mountains of Lesotho will once again "drip with wine, the hills will flow with milk, and the brooks with water." God took special care and attention when he created and formed Africa and Lesotho they will soon realize that. Many are quick to say, "We are poor," "We don't want to live here," "Buy me a plane ticket to America, so I can live with you." Never are they looking at how blessed and what wonderful people they are. 

Growing Nations is the organization we work with in Lesotho and it is amazing to see them wanting to feed Africa. Africa is hungry. Hungry for not only food, but for a savior. A savior who will rescue them from the hole they seem to be stuck in. Growing Nations is teaching them the agricultural techniques to feed themselves and also teaching them of a Savior who can feed their souls. They are trying to break the yoke of poverty, by equipping them with what they already have. It goes along wonderfully with what Experience Mission is also trying to do, not come in as the 'Great White Hope,' but have these people change their own situation. The coordinator of Growing Nations, August Basson told me that it is like the old saying, "Give a man a fish and feed him for a day, teach a man to fish and feed him for a lifetime. But teach a man to think and change his life." Growing Nations is working with the Basotho people to think with a Christ like mindset. They are equipping Lesotho with the biblical, management and technology keys in order to change their lives. They are teaching them to farm and be proud to be a Basotho.

Live Your Mission

I haven't written on my blog because of the craziness of all we have done, I apologize for the lack of communication, but here we go... :)
Week Number Two. Have I really been in Africa for two weeks already? It seems like so little time, but so much at the same time. I have learned and experienced so much in such a short period, but the fact that I can say I am in Africa is still mind-boggling. Main point: Live Your Mission. Live the way you want to appear in everyday of every moment. Show God through your actions and people will notice you are different, you don't have to preach to them every second of every day. If you portray Jesus in everyday, people will ask why we are here, serving Africa.

I am currently in Vredenal, South Africa. Everyday we are working on local farms and helping in any way we can. We have pruned vineyards, dug out sweet potatoes, oiled sweet potatoes, packed sweet potatoes, fixed irrigation pipes, and so much more. Some of you may be thinking that isn't much, it isn't substantial. We haven't built a ten houses, brought 20 people to the Lord or fed the starving. Don't get me wrong... When we go and play with the children in the squatter camps, the urge to give them a piece of bread or take them home with me in my pack is overwhelming. I wish I could 'save' everyone of them. What I can tell you: I have met some of the most amazing people and they have touched me in ways I can't even express. We have built relationships that are stronger than most bonds I have ever encountered. We are here for mutual influence. To touch people's lives and have them touch us in return. We were talking today that it is hard to only plant a seed in these people's lives, that we won't always see this substantial outcome. We are constantly asking God to use us in any way that he wants, but we aren't always living it through. That it is hard to not have our own agenda and not have a list of things we want to accomplish. We are simply here for God to use us in His Kingdom. That in the end, He is using us for a much bigger plan. For me personally, that is one of the hardest parts of missions, to see so much emotion, heart, effort and love put into things and not see a vital outcome. It is also a wonderful part of mission: letting God take full control.

Another thing we have really seen and struggled with on this trip: Injustice. Experience Mission talked a lot about this during our training. That we would see injustice and wrestle with it everyday. As we go to the squatter camps (sort of like slums), we have seen it over and over. Why these people live so poorly and in such terrible conditions, they can't even afford a few pairs of clothes, but I can go back to the United States in my car to a cool air conditioned house and watch my flat screen television with cable... Why does God let this happen? If I had an answer, I would share it. But one thing I can say, is the people we have met are some of the strongest and most courageous people in the world. The children run around the squatter camps without shoes, but always with a smile. They are so joyous and full of love. I can't say that for many Americans, we wouldn't still have a smile on our face if our home was suddenly turned into a cardboard box. But everyday we see these people who have so little, but also complain little, if any.

I know I didn't talk about too much we have done here, but it was good to share where my heart is and what my struggles are. I hope that this will help you with what to pray about and it gives you a little glimpse at this wonderful and blessed continent of Africa, that is also broken. Thank you so much for your continued support and love. I will keep you updated as often as I can!

God Bless

Day in the Life

Today I just wants to touch on my experiences with a Menonite church and their pastor, Daniel. We went on this intense rock climb to the top of this Mesa. On the top was a prayer pile, a pile of rocks that is to bear families burdens. You carry your burden (the size depends on the weight of the burden) up the Mesa and lay it on the pile. Then you are lifted of your burden. Daniel told me also about the prayer leaves that were in the cracks of the rock. They are from a certain plant that is around the area, the plant is used to empathize with the burdens on the pile. He also said that if you use a different plant, you are mocking the prayers and their burdens. I picked a prayer leaf, put it by the smallest rock (every burden, no matter the size is still a burden). Then you reach out your hands (sort of cupping them) and pull them towards your lips and back out. Repeating that 4 times. Although I am a Christian, I think this is a wondrous thing.  It is going through life with this burden on your shoulders and finally, one day, giving it all to God. Saying, "God, I have carried my burden around for so long.  I'm tired, I want to give it to you.  You died on the cross to carry my burdens for me and heal me. I give them all to you." If I had carried my burden up that Mesa I would have laid it on the pile. Daniel has just touched my life so much, learning that no matter our background, we can always find God in everything we do and no matter where we are or what we are surrounded by. Now I know why God chose me to be in this group (our big group was split up into two groups, one in one town and another being nomads for a week).  He wanted to let me know that even in the midst of sin and Satan, we is always with us. I have always had a hard time finding God and seeing him in my everyday life, but now I know that I can find him in the smallest of ways. After getting split from our group and a good fall,we get down the mountain and see even more amazing things. Carvings from Spaniards thousands of years ago, that were seen by Daniel's great great grandfathers, also a rock with old Navajo carvings and a rock that was struck by lightening. God is great. Am I right?? He keeps these historical markings around to show us His glory and his majesty. After we got back to the two group members at the car, we headed to the tent revival in Arizona, about 3 or 4 hours away. We set up our tents and got ready for the revival. Although I couldn't follow most of the service (due to it being in Navajo), I people watched. My dad loves loves loves to people watch, I always make fun of him for staring at people. But today I think I would have made my dad proud. I sat and watched how much these people opened their lives and lay raw for God. It didn't matter if they sang off key or jumped around in their testimony and no one had any clue what they were saying up on the stage.  They weren't taking to men, they were talking to God. There was no pride, there was only a humble servant bowing before Christ. It shows you how much Americans have to learn, we are all set on helping the impoverished Navajo people. When we are the ones that are poor, poor in spirit. I want to be rich in Christ and learn now to surrender everything to Christ. I am not here to judge, direct and correct, that only leads to forced change and resistance. I am here as a humble servant of Christ, here to love and accept, listen and learn, and to serve and partner. Doing those things leads to respect, trust and dignity with a final mutual influence. This is the only way that my trip will be truly successful. Longest entry so far, hopefully my life is now starting to mold into what Christ wants for me. 

Wow. All I have to say... Wow.

I have never felt so blessed and loved by God in my entire life. I don't know how to explain what this trip has already done for me and my relationship with God. A week in and I feel like God has already changed my life more than He has in years. I have met someof the greatest people I ever have and will never forget the people that have changed my life. I may not see some of them ever again, but they have touched my life and I have seen the power of God work through each of thir lives in wondrous ways. On this trip I have really been praying for fire in my life. I want to feel the fire of Christ In my life like so many people in poverty do. They have a need for God that Americans will never know. They need God to survive in a way that is uncomprehendable, they have needs that aren always met host Americans take advantage of. So this is the start of a journey to learn and built relationships with people that are so different from me, but have so much to reach me. I hope you enjoy reading it and experiencing it with me.

Day Número UNO

I never thought that the 7th of July would ever get here. But here it is nonetheless. I can't believe I am sitting on an airplane starting the greatest thing that has ever happened to me. As I sit next to a soundly sleeping and snoring passenger, I can't help but to smile. I am completely slap happy. I have now left, the stress, the sadness, the terrifying feeling  and I am welcoming whatever comes my way. If I forgot anything, it's too late now. I am branching my little wings and flying. Saying goodbye to my family and friends was hard, but what's coming next will make it all worth it. Looking out of a plane window is one of the most mesmerizing and God filled sights. The feeling of bring above the clouds and seeing pure blue skies above me, gives me this feeling that I am closer to God. That it is a straight shot up to Heaven with nothing in your way. Seeing the clouds below also has this essence that the world is upside down. Which is perfect for my life at this moment. My world is turning upside down more everyday and it's a beautiful thing. I want to thank all of you for sending me on this wonderful and beautiful journey of a lifetime. You have really touched my life in so many ways. To see the support you all gave me was overwhelming. Thank you for believing in me and take a chance on my dream. With your and God's help, I hope to change the world in any little way I can and come out a better and changed person. Please contact me with any questions and comments you wish to relay. If you would like to send an email, it is mgolike@uccs.edu. EI would love to hear from all of you and will reply as soon as possible! Never Stop Dreaming :)  Below is Experience Mission link. The organization I am going with, check it :).

One Week... Say What?

One week. I never thought I would say those words. One week until my life starts changing and I being the new chapter in my life. Every moment I have time to think, all I can think is... I’m going to Africa. For six months. Okay.... Now what? I have a list I go over in my head everyday all day. I make sure I haven’t forgotten any necessities and I remember the logistics. 

A few days ago I got back from a place I have called my second home since I was a kid. Mt. Elim Bible Camp has hosted many young children trying to find their place in the world for decades. About 65 years ago, my grandpa helped started Mt. Elim to be a tunnel for children to learn and grow in Christ. Not only were they able to do that for a week, but they were able to do it in one of the most beautiful settings Colorado has to offer. About 40 minutes outside of Steamboat Springs, on Lynx Pass, lies the quiet and serene camp.  On the week of camp though, the scene changes. There are dozens of elementary aged kids running around camp, ready for the experience summer camp has to offer. When my grandpa started it, I believe that is what he truly wanted. A place where young kids could escape their everyday heartache, come up to camp, be loved by the staff and learn that God loves them even more. After growing out of the elementary age, my little sister and I decided we wanted to continue our journey and experience at Mt. Elim. Every year we would come back and move up the ranks of the staff. We have moved up from the pristine position of ‘Dishwasher’ to ‘Girl’s Counselor’ over the years. Mt. Elim started my fire for ministry and helped me being in the position I am right now. It lead me to the “Holy crap, I’m leaving for Africa in a week,” position. 

As I started applying for volunteer work in Africa last year, I was worried my time at Mt. Elim would not happen in 2012. I started praying that if there was a way that I could still go up to the place that kept my eyes set on God over the past 13 years, that God would make it happen. Interviews and acceptance letters were sent to me over the next few months and all excluded me from camp, I was heart-broken. I would miss out on so many experiences that I wasn’t ready to give up. Although, I knew God was calling me to Africa. Experience Mission changed everything; I was accepted into the program and was still able to come to camp, have a summer to see my four year old brother, baby niece, and my best friend (my little sister). Things were turning around for me. 

So this summer has been on of trials and tribulations as I prepare to depart from my life and from the States as well. But along with those trials, there have been even more miracles. I have seen people congregate around me and bless me like I never thought was possible. I have had a changed heart before my trip has begun. People I barely know have supported me over the months and it is amazing to see the heart they have. 

As I get ready this last week at home, I want to say thank you. Thank you to all that are reading this and those that aren’t. Thank you for supporting me, listening to my story and hearing what I have to offer the world. Please, please, please keep reading my blog. I know that it has been slow, but from here on out, it is about to get mighty interesting and exciting. I hope that you have all enjoyed hearing a little more about me and I can’t wait to share this journey with you! 

God Bless


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