groundhog day

not really...

when did i last post? i haven't the slightest. it was probably sunday. yes... twas sunday. which means today is friday, which means i have a whole week to catch you up on. k.

monday... day off. we saw fighting. absolutely the best movie i've seen in 5 years. in no way did i develop a stereotype that southern wrestlers that move to new york are at least 5% slower in the brain than normal mid-west -> northern -> west coast people are. the plot was completely amazing and original and the acting was the best i've seen since... well frankly it blew my socks off. never will i remember a better movie than fighting. channing tatum is clearly in movies for more than his pecks.

tuesday... we had $10 and two hours to bless someone in lautoka. my team involving me, jess, and nik trecked out in search of the needy, and stumbled upon a broken man sitting next to a building begging. we bought him a loaf of bread and a drink and prayed for him and moved on.. it felt good. we then thought of trying to find fresh flowers which apparently don't exist for purchasing in fiji so we settled for fake ones that looked pretty sweet and gave them to women and told them they were special, that God loved them and to have a good day. cliche, but felt flippin fantastic. we also prayed for a few people and one dude was paralyzed but open for healing, and at one point in the prayer i realized i was sick of asking God to heal people and thought that i should just tell him to stand up. like the disciples would do. this was the second time this has happened and the second time i have failed to say so. so we moved on... he was grateful but just as wheelchair stuck as when we began. got to listen to those leadings... nothing much more happened with our other loaf of bread and for team night we bought ourselves some icecream and had a glorious quiet time.

wednesday... the worst day of doorknocking by far. even though it was very successful in a way (6-7 homes!) with a lot of prayer for a lot of fijian christians, but the neighborhood we were in felt so hopeless and lost... we got rejected a lot as well and so the depression clung to me like no other. it sucked.. but hopefully our presence lit it up a bit, as well as the people we encouraged. i think indians are sometimes more open than fijians. but it was a good learning experience...

thursday... was a follow up day beginning with a light chiding from father george, telling us we need to be more focused on our mission rather than the games we play (because the game of hearts the previous night was kinda bitter in retrospect as most of us were pretty depressed from the day) to which came the realization i never read my bible and that sucks. so, game on, spirit back on track with conviction from a good word. the woman we went to see was not home, but we met her neighbor and talked with her for an hour and a half. it was enjoyable! she was a hindu but man did she believe in the same philosophies.. she'd be a wicked loving christian. later that evening i gave someone a tattoo.

today... f f f f f friday... we went to an old folks home and did some skits which was very embarrassing when nobody laughs but very humbling and later they told us how touched they were anyways so it was all good. we prayed for a lot of old people and we are definitely excited to go back next tuesday. then we had lunch at pastor michaels house ate until the room spun.. and i had a coffee and enjoyed it as much as i enjoy a beer nowadays and it was a fantastic afternoon. tonight is primal and i'm sharing my testimony and hopefully i won't poop myself on stage.

what? tattoo? oh yes. i pray for opportunities and the lord provideth. sammy asked me to draw a tattoo of his girlfriends name for his chest, which i had done the previous week when he asked me. the girls talked him out of it and so i quickly drew his backup plan ' only God can judge me '. little thug for my liking, but i'm not to judge, via the truth now inked on his back. went through a few designs (old english, cursive) but in the end we decided on my graffiti/cursive which i adore and now he adores upon his skin. it took awhile to draw it on paper, then draw it on his back, so by the time we were ready to needle it up it was about 11 pm i think... nah earlier but who cares. i was so ready... the machine was really crudely made from a pen attached to a motor and the needle was a sharpened guitar string... sketchy as, but i worked. i had to paint ink onto him, then buzz the needle into the ink into his skin. it was fascinating... everyone was watching and it was probably a lot of pressure but i was far to excited to notice... it was so amazing. lucas had to drop the flashlight he was holding for me cuz he was about to faint which was pretty amazing, but i actually didn't even feel queezy at all even though needles and blood usually get to me. hmm... i think God wanted me for something... i can't believe i've even gotten a tattoo before, just seeing the skin split open as the ink went in.. flip, i can't believe i've given someone a tattoo now... it was so fun. took only about an hour, but the needle was super thin so the whole thing is super thin and spidery but seeing it healed a lot today made me super confident cuz a lot of it was straight and the only screw ups i can cover up when i thicken it later. it was a lot of pain for sammy but this was the first tattoo he'd gotten sober so he enjoyed it far more. i'm very happy and proud of myself, cuz it looks pretty sweet. i'd show you a pic, but you'know.. eventually yah? cool. muhahahhahaha.