I’m not normally an overly emotional person. Sure, I’ll share in your basic, standard emotive range: happy, sad, angry, hungry*, etc., but I’ve never really gone for the gushy, waterworks stuff. Crying, especially, isn’t something I’m really into. Getting so worked up that you uncontrollably start leaking bodily fluids just seems a little over-the-top, you […]
You may not have read about it in the paper, or heard about it on the evening news, but history was made recently. The first-ever Iski literacy class just graduated its first students! That’s right, for the first time in HUMAN HISTORY, a mixed group of Iski men, women, and children were able to stand […]
What DID NOT lead us to choose this location is its available cell phone signal (or, lack thereof). I know that a poor ...
Often, I’m left feeling like the jungle’s biggest nincompoop. Like today, for instance, when I was walking through the bush behind one of my Iski friends. I miss-stepped and ended up in swamp muck up to my belt loops, while my barefooted friend and his 4-year old kid walked along like they were strolling through […]
When we were getting ready to come over here to Papua New Guinea and move into our tribe, people were always telling us how exciting and full of adventure our lives were. They acted like we were going to be experiencing something akin to “Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom” every day. It was […]
Our people think that I am slightly more durable than a porcelain doll, and marginally more athletic than a jumbo-sized marshmallow. Personally, I’d always kind of considered myself as an athletic, outdoorsy person, but after spending these last three days trekking through the bush and paddling through the swamps, visiting a few Iski villages, I’m […]
We had the first Iski-language literacy class the other day! The school day started out like you might expect, everyone smiling and excited, all the students dressed in their best clothes, and the entire population of our village lined up in the “town square” to shake the hands of the teachers and all the students…oh, […]
When Sunday rolled around, I was pulled away from my coffee cup by my co-worker’s knock on my door. I could tell right away that I was in for an interesting morning, because Andre (my co-worker) was out of breath.
This last Friday, as I sat at my desk with smoke coming out of my ears from all the mental circuits that had recently been fried attempting to learn the Iski language, I thought up an analogy of my situation. It’s not a perfect depiction, by any means, but to my heat-exhausted psyche at the […]
Over the next months, as we continue to try to catch up in culture and language acquisition, our partners will be able to put together our literacy program and begin the process of writing lessons and translating Scripture into the Iski language!