Mt. Holdsworth

I finally got to go backpacking in NZ!!! Those of you who know me know that it is a hobby of mine to go into the woods for days on end and climb up mountains, and NZ is a backpacking destination that many only dream of chartering. I still can't believe I've been here 8 months and haven't taken advantage of the "Great Walks" of NZ.

But a few of us from church strapped on our packs and our hiking boots this weekend for a 4,000ft ascent up Mt. Holdsworth. It rained the entire time, and the second half was actual hands and feet climbing up root systems and rocks to get to the top. Once we arrived at our Hut we could barely see the tips of smaller mountains above the clouds. The evening was filled with a warm fire, clothes drying, and texas hold'em poker (two of the guys were training for harder treks and filled their packs excessively to prepare). We woke up to a breathtaking sunrise and a little bit of cloud clearing before it started to snow. The hike downhill was brutal on the knees and every bit as tricky as maneuvering uphill, but overall the trip was amazing.

It was such a blessing to be able to take a weekend and enjoy some mountain views, good company, and time with the Lord enjoying His creation.

"The sweetest thing in all my life has been the longing — to reach the Mountain, to find the place where all the beauty came from — my country, the place where I ought to have been born. Do you think it all meant nothing, all the longing? The longing for home? For indeed it now feels not like going, but like going back." (C.S. Lewis Till We Have Faces)

Te Reo Maori

The government puts on free language classes for Te Reo Maori (the indigenous language of New Zealand) and I met some students who go on Tuesday nights, so I’ve been taking language class with them and learning more about Maori culture, history, and how to speak te reo! I love languages and I’ve found it to be really helpful in pronouncing NZ place names and learning cultural conventions.

The thing I love most about it, though is meeting people that I normally wouldn't have the chance to meet. We are one big happy whanau (that's maori for family) and the food is always bountiful! It feels like I am stepping onto the set of a sitcom every time I enter the classroom. There are the archetypal characters and then there are the quirky comedians, and everyone seems to have a different perspective and a different history. I've decided that I fit in as the quirky foreign kid who pronounces everything oddly, and I love it!

I'm going to go see if I can make more money

On Friday nights a few of us from church have been serving the community by having a free bbq on the streets of Wellington. We park our bbq in front of one of the brothels in town and hand out sausages to the homeless, the prostitutes, and the usual crowd of Friday night party-goers.

The conversations that come out of a simple gesture are amazing. First, people are shocked that you are handing them free food, no strings attached. So typically they ask why and we simply reply that we are a group of Christians that want to show God’s love to them because of His great love for us. That is when the conversations, the questions, sometime the tears or the accusations begin pouring out. I’ve been asked the hardest questions by people and have prayed with prostitutes and bantered with drunk businessmen.

The hardest moment I had was while talking to one of the regular prostitutes that comes by. She was telling me of her difficulties, we talked about the Lord, about prayer, about hope, but when she had finished eating she turned and said, "Well I guess I'm going to go see if I can make some more money".

What do I do? I asked her to stay, told her we can find a place to help her, but the reality is that you can't force people to turn their lives around. She graciously declined my offer and walked away.

It was a profound moment for me, realizing that while poverty and desperation are part of a physical lifestyle for her, it is very much a spiritual reality for countless people in the world. How often are the answers to true joy, and meaning in our lives right there in front of us and we turn away, prostituting ourselves out to whatever will give us instant results?

What are the things you think you need? Where do you go to find instant gratification? I know for me many of the things I turn to for satisfaction are worthless in comparison to true satisfaction in the Lord.