My husband, right now, is 2,387 miles away, give or take. He's sitting in the warm embrace of friends and loved ones back in our home state, eating foods we haven't been able to get in almost a year, and watching TV in English!
I, on the other hand, am, um -- well, to be honest, I'm in my PJs at 9:00 a.m., sipping Guatemalan coffee and sitting in bed, so I guess I can't really make it seem like I'm suffering by comparison, or anything. But still... we're apart, and that's no fun.
But, his trip does signal another victory in the daily battle between Theory and Practice.
See, I think this is one of the challenges Christians (or, even anyone with strong principles or convictions) face in life. My husband feels like there's a chance he's being called to travel and preach in the future, which kind of interferes with the bone-deep, knee-knocking fear of flying he's had in the past. What's a guy to do? Should he let the theory of *someday* stepping out in faith to explore that calling God whispered into his heart be enough, or should he put it into practice?
(I'm so awfully proud of him for choosing the latter.)
Right now he's on the other side of Mexico (and on the other side of fears and trepidation) preparing to go to a church conference, attend meetings to speak to people about our ministry, and take classes to keep up his professional licenses back in the States. But, more than that, he's also kickin' heiney and takin' names when it comes to proving he's willing to follow through with the ways God is leading Him, and not just let his life be a series of theories.
We almost did that.
We almost let the idea of missions be something we supported in theory, but didn't put into practice because we didn't want to inconvenience ourselves or our loved ones too much. We almost decided the mere theory of trusting God with our time, our finances, our family, and everything else was good enough for us. We almost decided it was impractical to put into practice the theory we said we believed about God really and truly being Lord over every part of our lives.
But, it's more than that.
Every day we have this choice to make. Will we walk out the admonition to love our neighbor as ourselves (Gal. 5:14)? To discipline our thought life and take every thought captive to Christ (2 Cor. 10:5)? To guard our mouths and speak only what is helpful for building others up (Eph. 4:29)? To pray without ceasing (1 Thes. 5:17), and stand in faith when we pray in the name of Jesus (Mark 11:24)? To love the Lord our God with all of heart, soul, strength, and mind (Mt. 22:37)? To heal the sick, raise the dead, cast out demons (Mt. 10:8), and make disciples of all nations (Mt. 28:19)?
Will we choose to deceive ourselves into thinking that merely being hearers of God's Word and understanding it in theory are enough (James 1:22), or will we put into practice what we know to be true, and thereby choose the blessed (albeit more challenging) route instead (John 13:17)?
Yes, this challenge comes into play in big things (like moving your family thousands of miles to serve as missionaries or facing down deeply-held fears), but it also comes into play each and every moment of each and every day, when we must decide whether Christian theory is good enough, or if we're going to be the ones to put God's Word and Christ's example into practice.
The decision is easy to make, but not always easy to follow through with. Are you going to live out the reality and practice of a living and powerful God who's so much more than just theory? The choice is up to you...
See what's happening in the life of the Farriers of Faith - a Christian missionary family in Xela, Guatemala.
Sunday, April 5, 2015
Sunday, March 29, 2015
Send Rachel to Washington D.C.!
As missionaries, one of our least favorite things to talk about is money. But, one of our MOST favorite things to talk about is our children. Since the latter outweighs the former, here is a letter from our oldest daughter, which includes an opportunity to help her represent her school and participate in a national competition. Thanks for reading, and for your prayerful consideration.
Hello! My name is
Rachel Farrier and I’m a freshman at Inter-American School in Quetzaltenango,
Guatemala. Recently, my team won the regional History Fair competition in
Guatemala City, which allows me to advance to the national competition in
Washington, D.C.
Our trip to D.C. will
cost around $2,500, which is a lot for anyone, especially a missionary
family. That’s why I’m writing this letter to you now. In order to pay for our
trip, I’m fundraising, and I’d like to ask you to pray about assisting me in getting
to National History Fair in June.
If you feel led to support me, I thank you profusely. If you
don’t feel as though you are supposed to fund me, that’s fine as well, and I
ask that you pray for me to receive the funds necessary in order to be able to
take this trip.
My first fundraising opportunity is a Jamberry Nails sale. 30%
of your purchase price goes toward my trip!!! This is a great chance to
buy some fun, easy-to-use nail art, and raise money to send me to Washington
D.C. If you’d like to participate, go
to http://tinyurl.com/RacheltoDC to
browse available options and make your order, and be sure to share with your
friends and family as well!
If you’d prefer to simply make a donation, giving is safe and easy. Just go to http://www.gofundme.com/farrier to
make a donation via GoFundMe. I will be accepting donations until I reach my
$2,500 goal.
Thank you again for your
prayers and consideration. I really do
appreciate it!
-Rachel Farrier
Saturday, March 7, 2015
Picture Problems
We are experiencing some interesting missionary confusion right now, and we wanted to share it with you! ('Cause the world needs more confusion. Right?)
Wait...
Anyway, from the very beginning we wanted this blog to be a place where we could share what we went through on this journey we're on with Jesus. Some of our posts have been super serious and spiritual. Some have been silly. Some have been, well, kind of in between. I'm thinking this is one of the latter. I mean, it's not really about life-or-death situations, or eternity, or deep doctrinal issues. In fact, it's about pictures.
Yep. Pictures.
I love taking pictures and sharing them on Facebook. I love showing our family and friends back home what we're up to and what day-to-day life here is like. (And, I kinda love rubbing it in that we live where it's warm while most of the people we know are eagerly awaiting Spring after a bitter, hard winter. There is some truth to that.) But, mostly my intentions are good. Sometimes, though, I wonder if the outcome is.
We're missionaries. We didn't move here because of the good weather or opportunities to see new things. We moved here to help people know and love Jesus. The problem is, it's much harder to photograph our ministry stuff than it it is all of the other stuff.
It's fun and easy to take pictures of exotic trips we're able to take, but the last thing we want to do is give people the idea that all we do is take exotic trips. Yes, we've been able to see things here that are amazing and super cool, but they're also only amazing and super cool because they're different than what we're used to. Around here, they're usually just the things that are cheap, easy, and closeby.
So, while I can't photograph the slow, steady, ho-hum work of encouraging and teaching students, or doing the thousand little tasks that need to be done behind-the-scenes to keep the Bible school going, we can put up photos of gorgeous volcanoes, natural hot springs, beautiful locations in Guatemala, etc... There's no way to photograph prayer, or sharing a smile and the Word of God, or the process of building relationships, but it's easy to throw up some pics of flowers and sunshine from time to time so our family and friends can see at least some of what life is like here.
Is that a good thing? Do you think people who see the pictures understand? Does it matter if they don't? Can they tell that we're not taking pictures of the important stuff because we can't, or because we want to respect the privacy of the people we're helping? Should we be doing more to try to tell about ministry things? Should we be doing less of sharing our non-ministry lives? Is there a special ratio of ministry : non-ministry things we should be sharing with others?
<sigh>
You see why we're having confusion about this? It's simple stuff, but tough, because we want to do this well, and "right" (if such a thing exists) in order to maximize our effectiveness for Jesus and honor the sacrifices of the people who support us.
I guess, for now, we'll keep on doin' what we're doin' until someone tells us otherwise. If you're reading this, and you're going through the same struggle, at least you'll know you're not alone. And, if you're reading this and wonder why the picture above makes it look like we live in the lap of luxury even though we're just a simple, missionary family in Guatemala, I hope this helps explain things a little better! :)
Wait...
Anyway, from the very beginning we wanted this blog to be a place where we could share what we went through on this journey we're on with Jesus. Some of our posts have been super serious and spiritual. Some have been silly. Some have been, well, kind of in between. I'm thinking this is one of the latter. I mean, it's not really about life-or-death situations, or eternity, or deep doctrinal issues. In fact, it's about pictures.
Yep. Pictures.
I love taking pictures and sharing them on Facebook. I love showing our family and friends back home what we're up to and what day-to-day life here is like. (And, I kinda love rubbing it in that we live where it's warm while most of the people we know are eagerly awaiting Spring after a bitter, hard winter. There is some truth to that.) But, mostly my intentions are good. Sometimes, though, I wonder if the outcome is.
We're missionaries. We didn't move here because of the good weather or opportunities to see new things. We moved here to help people know and love Jesus. The problem is, it's much harder to photograph our ministry stuff than it it is all of the other stuff.
It's fun and easy to take pictures of exotic trips we're able to take, but the last thing we want to do is give people the idea that all we do is take exotic trips. Yes, we've been able to see things here that are amazing and super cool, but they're also only amazing and super cool because they're different than what we're used to. Around here, they're usually just the things that are cheap, easy, and closeby.
So, while I can't photograph the slow, steady, ho-hum work of encouraging and teaching students, or doing the thousand little tasks that need to be done behind-the-scenes to keep the Bible school going, we can put up photos of gorgeous volcanoes, natural hot springs, beautiful locations in Guatemala, etc... There's no way to photograph prayer, or sharing a smile and the Word of God, or the process of building relationships, but it's easy to throw up some pics of flowers and sunshine from time to time so our family and friends can see at least some of what life is like here.
Is that a good thing? Do you think people who see the pictures understand? Does it matter if they don't? Can they tell that we're not taking pictures of the important stuff because we can't, or because we want to respect the privacy of the people we're helping? Should we be doing more to try to tell about ministry things? Should we be doing less of sharing our non-ministry lives? Is there a special ratio of ministry : non-ministry things we should be sharing with others?
<sigh>
You see why we're having confusion about this? It's simple stuff, but tough, because we want to do this well, and "right" (if such a thing exists) in order to maximize our effectiveness for Jesus and honor the sacrifices of the people who support us.
I guess, for now, we'll keep on doin' what we're doin' until someone tells us otherwise. If you're reading this, and you're going through the same struggle, at least you'll know you're not alone. And, if you're reading this and wonder why the picture above makes it look like we live in the lap of luxury even though we're just a simple, missionary family in Guatemala, I hope this helps explain things a little better! :)
Saturday, February 28, 2015
What Is a Missionary, Anyway?
"The moment you are converted to Jesus, you are sent out into mission. You’re either a missionary or a mission field. There is no third option."
I've really been mulling this quote from J.D. Greer over ever since I saw it on a friend's Facebook post. I sincerely believe it to be true, though it's a hard one for Christians to reconcile in our own thinking and to live out in our daily lives. I suppose it's easier to think in softer terms, like "being a light," or "being the salt." But, the fact is, while those things are true, their very softness implies a neutrality of sorts, as if simply living our Christian lives without any intentionality toward missions is enough.
Somehow I think we forget that Jesus said, "GO into all the world and PREACH the gospel... (Mark 16:15)." Notice - He didn't say, "Just BE."
Yes, we are called to BE Christians and Christ-like. Yes, we are called to BE believers, and faithful, and sanctified, and righteous, and light, and salt, and, and, and... But, 'be' is a verb that shows a state of existence. It's not an action verb, like GO and PREACH. I propose that BEING all of those things is very, very imporant, but they're important for us. They're important for our relationship with Jesus. They're important for our eternities. Unfortunately, they're not necessarily going to help anyone else, though.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that our faithful lives and fervent love for Jesus aren't important examples that can draw people to us, set us apart, and showcase us as different. In fact, they should be. They must be! If our lives aren't different enough from everyone else's that it's obvious that our citizenship is somewhere other than here on planet Earth, we seriously need to consider how we're walking out our faith. But just BEING different isn't enough. What are we going to DO about it?
What happens when people notice the light and love that is within us because of Jesus? What happens when someone asks you why you don't swear, or drink, or wear immodest clothes, or go clubbing, or do drugs, or sleep around, or a myriad of other choices we make because of our commitment to Christ?
What happens then?
Are we bold enough to "go there?" Are we bold enough to enter into the conversation, not with pointed judgement, but with genuine, gentle, loving conviction? Are we willing to GO, like Jesus said?
Are we ready, at any moment, to tell ohers about our faith, and who we have faith in, and why we know it's the only way? Are we equipped and willing to share the gospel message that changed our lives and eternities so that others' lives and eternities can be changed as well? We we willing to PREACH, like Jesus said?
I get it... not everyone is called to be a pastor of a church. Not everyone is called to move overseas in order to spread the gospel. But, everyone is called to be a missionary, and your mission field is right where you are. It's at your job. It's at your school. It's in your neighbhorhood. It's in your church. It's in your family.
Look - Jesus died on the cross for YOU, dear friend, because He loves YOU. But, He also died on the cross for everyone else, because He loves them too. It is God's desire that not a single person should perish and live in an eternity separated from Him (2 Peter 3:9). Getting to Heaven is easy, through Jesus. Whoever will call on the name of the Lord will be saved.
But how can anyone call on the name of someone they don't believe in?
And how can they believe in someone they've not heard of?
And how can they hear without someone PREACHING it to them?
Romans 10:14
That's us, friends. You and me. That's who we are. That's what it means to be missionaries. So, I sincerely hope you are living a life in Christ that draws people to you. But, more than that, I sincerely hope you're telling every single person that God brings your way about Christ, and the reason your life and eternity are different because of Him.
From one missionary to another - keep on keepin' on for Jesus.
Saturday, February 21, 2015
Why I Want to do Stuff
The other day I wrote this on Facebook:
I woke up this morning with a very
powerful conviction: I am not doing enough for Jesus. He has given me everything and I still give
him very little of my life.
John 3:30 NKJV
He must increase, I must decrease.
There were a few comments on it, and I had some discussion about it with
my wife. So, I would like to tell the
back story.
Let me start off by saying that Facebook is, to me, a medium that
should only be used for short posts. Though I
sometimes read longer posts, I don't usually, so I try to keep mine short, concise, and to the point.
Anyway - I am a server. I like to serve a lot. In fact, I think it was an issue in my last job. I was a manger there, and even though I think I did an alright job, I had a habit of serving my employees instead of leading them. Of course, to be an effective manager I think there is a part of you that needs to serve (Christ being a good example for this), but too much can leave people not sure what to do or where they stand in their job.
So, I think I have always been pretty good at serving the Lord and giving myself to serve in whatever way
possible. The problem with having a
servant's heart, though, is sometimes it feels a little empty. When you're tired or frustrated, it gets hard
to serve.
I have been reading a lot about God's love lately. Many of the books I read are about people who
have fully given their lives to Christ because they have felt his love wash
over them. This, to me, was the missing
key. I want to serve more and be more bold,
and the way to do that is to see his face and feel his love.
Because of this, I have been praying.
For months I've prayed, "I want to feel your love Lord. I want to see you more as a Father, not a
boss." To be fair, I have felt God's love
before, but I wanted more. I wanted that
love that makes you not worry about tomorrow.
So, on February 2, 2015, I woke up to His love. I felt warm all over. There did not seem to be a
negative thought that could come in. But,
it was not an outward experience. It was like my very soul was wrapped in his love.
That night, after feeling this peace all day, the expression
that came out of it was what I posted on
Facebook. The whole story sounds
a little different than the simple expression I posted, but how do you post all that in a short
statement?
I do not believe my works will get me into heaven. I do not worry
about an angry God saying I am not doing enough. I am going to heaven, and my Father delights
in me.
What I do believe, though, is that when you feel the love of God, your only response will be, "How can I
serve you more?"
Sunday, February 1, 2015
Doing My Patriotic Duty
Happy Superbowl Sunday! While most people were trying to decide whether to root for or against the Patriots, I was busy doing my own, um, patriotic (?) duty.
That's right... I signed our family up for insurance through the Healthcare.gov exchange.
Ugh.
It pains me to say that, to be honest. I don't even want to get into the ins and outs of how I feel about the Affordable Care Act, or how it was passed, or what implications it has for our nation. In a nutshell, I will say that I am NOT a big fan. (That's an understatement of grand proportions, by the way, in case that didn't come through loud and clear.)
What I do want to talk about is *why* I spent my Superbowl Sunday signing us up for insurance in a country we don't even live in through an exchange I never thought should have existed because of a law I disagree with.
We've done a lot of praying about this whole situation. We've researched the law, gotten advice from others, checked with everyone from our tax advisor to our U.S. Senator. And, what it all boiled down to in the end for us is that we have a choice of which citizenship is most important to us - our U.S. citizenship, or our Kingdom citizenship (Phil. 3:20).
I bet you can guess which one won out.
First off, let me be clear that we are absolutely, unequivocally going to need to either buy insurance or pay the fine for not doing so. Yes, I am aware that we live outside the U.S. so no one *thinks* it should apply to us. Yes, I know that a lot of people *think* the law says X, Y, or Z, so they *think* it doesn't affect us. Yes, I know that there actually are exemptions available, even exemptions for people living in a foreign nation. But - trust me on this - I've explored this law inside, outside, and upside down, and there really is no way to get around it for us. At least, not while maintaining our integrity and following what we know to be right.
As a U.S. citizen I know that there are probably ways around buying mandatory insurance that, while technically not meeting the letter of the law, would certainly be acceptable enough and in keeping with what most believe is the spirit of the law, at least. (That is to say, most people wouldn't give them a second thought, and we'd probably never get in any trouble for doing them.)
These are things like just checking "yes" on our taxes when asked if we have insurance through our employer. I mean, technically we do. Kinda. Except that my employer isn't really an employer since I'm just a volunteer. Oh, and our insurance doesn't meet the minimum coverage requirements set forth in the Affordable Care Act law. Oh, yeah... and our insurance is in GUATEMALA.
So... yes, we have insurance. But, no, it doesn't count. And, even though we could have saved a whole lot of hassle by just checking, "yes" (and hoping we never got audited), it wouldn't have been honest or legal. Maybe as a U.S. citizen I'd have been tempted to do the easy thing, but Kingdom citizens do the right thing. For me, this is about a whole lot more than fines or laws or getting caught. James 4:17 says that if I know the right thing, and do something different, it is a sin. A sin, y'all.
As much as I might not like it, or completely understand it, or feel happy about it, God (through Paul's letters to the Romans) tells me that I must be subject to the rulers above me, because all authority has been established by God.
<giant sigh>
Well... there you go. If God has established the authority of the president and congress of the United States, and they have implemented this law, then I am going to follow it. Let me be clear here - I'm not saying that there are never circumstances under which people should disobey the law or work to overthrow the authorities above them. For example, if a law requires me to act in a way that is against my Christian principles or Biblical requirements, I will break that law. My Kingdom citizenship will always outrank my U.S. citizenship. But, when the two are not in conflict, no matter how irksome it may be to me, the former requires me to obey the latter.
This is where the rubber hits the road. This is where I've got to decide if I *really* believe that the Bible is my guidebook in all areas of life. This is where I decide if I'm going to live out my faith every day of the week, or just on Sundays and when it's convenient. This is where I get to live out Romans 13 in more than just a theoretical way, even if it hurts.
So, regardless of whether the Seahawks or the Patriots win, I know I've done my patriotic duty - not just as a U.S. citizen, but as a citizen of the Kingdom of the Most High God. Now that's an authority I'm proud to serve for eternity, which makes even signing up for insurance in a country we don't even live in through an exchange I never thought should have existed because of a law I really disagree with all worthwhile.
That's right... I signed our family up for insurance through the Healthcare.gov exchange.
Ugh.
It pains me to say that, to be honest. I don't even want to get into the ins and outs of how I feel about the Affordable Care Act, or how it was passed, or what implications it has for our nation. In a nutshell, I will say that I am NOT a big fan. (That's an understatement of grand proportions, by the way, in case that didn't come through loud and clear.)
What I do want to talk about is *why* I spent my Superbowl Sunday signing us up for insurance in a country we don't even live in through an exchange I never thought should have existed because of a law I disagree with.
We've done a lot of praying about this whole situation. We've researched the law, gotten advice from others, checked with everyone from our tax advisor to our U.S. Senator. And, what it all boiled down to in the end for us is that we have a choice of which citizenship is most important to us - our U.S. citizenship, or our Kingdom citizenship (Phil. 3:20).
I bet you can guess which one won out.
First off, let me be clear that we are absolutely, unequivocally going to need to either buy insurance or pay the fine for not doing so. Yes, I am aware that we live outside the U.S. so no one *thinks* it should apply to us. Yes, I know that a lot of people *think* the law says X, Y, or Z, so they *think* it doesn't affect us. Yes, I know that there actually are exemptions available, even exemptions for people living in a foreign nation. But - trust me on this - I've explored this law inside, outside, and upside down, and there really is no way to get around it for us. At least, not while maintaining our integrity and following what we know to be right.
As a U.S. citizen I know that there are probably ways around buying mandatory insurance that, while technically not meeting the letter of the law, would certainly be acceptable enough and in keeping with what most believe is the spirit of the law, at least. (That is to say, most people wouldn't give them a second thought, and we'd probably never get in any trouble for doing them.)
These are things like just checking "yes" on our taxes when asked if we have insurance through our employer. I mean, technically we do. Kinda. Except that my employer isn't really an employer since I'm just a volunteer. Oh, and our insurance doesn't meet the minimum coverage requirements set forth in the Affordable Care Act law. Oh, yeah... and our insurance is in GUATEMALA.
So... yes, we have insurance. But, no, it doesn't count. And, even though we could have saved a whole lot of hassle by just checking, "yes" (and hoping we never got audited), it wouldn't have been honest or legal. Maybe as a U.S. citizen I'd have been tempted to do the easy thing, but Kingdom citizens do the right thing. For me, this is about a whole lot more than fines or laws or getting caught. James 4:17 says that if I know the right thing, and do something different, it is a sin. A sin, y'all.
I'm not willing to sin over the ACA law.
But why would not buying insurance be a sin?
Romans 13. That's why.
As much as I might not like it, or completely understand it, or feel happy about it, God (through Paul's letters to the Romans) tells me that I must be subject to the rulers above me, because all authority has been established by God.
<giant sigh>
Well... there you go. If God has established the authority of the president and congress of the United States, and they have implemented this law, then I am going to follow it. Let me be clear here - I'm not saying that there are never circumstances under which people should disobey the law or work to overthrow the authorities above them. For example, if a law requires me to act in a way that is against my Christian principles or Biblical requirements, I will break that law. My Kingdom citizenship will always outrank my U.S. citizenship. But, when the two are not in conflict, no matter how irksome it may be to me, the former requires me to obey the latter.
This is where the rubber hits the road. This is where I've got to decide if I *really* believe that the Bible is my guidebook in all areas of life. This is where I decide if I'm going to live out my faith every day of the week, or just on Sundays and when it's convenient. This is where I get to live out Romans 13 in more than just a theoretical way, even if it hurts.
So, regardless of whether the Seahawks or the Patriots win, I know I've done my patriotic duty - not just as a U.S. citizen, but as a citizen of the Kingdom of the Most High God. Now that's an authority I'm proud to serve for eternity, which makes even signing up for insurance in a country we don't even live in through an exchange I never thought should have existed because of a law I really disagree with all worthwhile.
Thursday, January 15, 2015
Endurance
So do not throw away this
confident trust in the Lord. Remember the great reward it brings you! Patient endurance is what you need now, so that you will continue to do God's will. Then
you will receive all that he has promised. - Hebrews 10:35-36 NLT
I have a bad habit. It may even lead to
a little sleep deprivation at times.
Before I go to bed I like to read.
Most of the time I read something I already own. Sometimes something will come into my mind, and I will
look it up on the internet, and suddenly it's four in the morning!
So, the other night the thought
came to me, "You like testimonies
don't you?" I responded back,
"Why, yes I do." The thought
continued, "What about the testimonies of atheists who were once
Christians?"
I'd never read those. I'd never even thought of reading those.
A quick internet search of
'Christians turned atheists' led to a treasure trove of stories. Some interesting, some boring, some very sad.
Most of the stories, but not all, started, "I
believed... was part of the church... example, example, example.... Then _______ happened." Typically ________ was some kind of
tragedy. The death of a close family member seemed to be the most common, or a bad
illness or something someone prayed for that didn't happen. They usually continued by saying, "I lost faith, and then I started reading different atheist authors and websites.
I found comfort in those things and am now free of believing in a myth / fairytale / superstitions / religion."
It was amazing to me how the
stories were so similar, including many from ex-pastors turned atheists. They seem
to be kind of rock stars in the atheist world, often turning to full time
speaking about how they were 'delivered from religion,' and making good money
doing it.
All these stories got me thinking
about my own story.
I gave my life to God at eleven,
and was saved at thirteen. I served in
my church, often going to services every-night during busy times. Then, tragedy happened. My mom got cancer. After three years. and an especially horrible last six months, she was gone. I lost faith.
Sounds familiar, right? But, now for the difference.
I was not going to let God off the
hook. That is what switching to atheism
is, in my view. "God these bad things
happened, so I am not going to believe in you anymore. That will teach
you!"
Not good enough. I wanted answers. Why did prayer not work? Why did this happen to mom, who was such a faithful person? So, I dived into the Word. I read
the Bible. I read literature from
the church I was going to. I watched
YouTube videos of pastors. I read websites of different
ministries - both ones I knew, and new ones. I wasn't doing this passively. I was looking for answers.
Then, on September 3, 2010, the Lord
answered me. It was such a personal and
private experience that I cannot really describe it, but it was life changing.
Even after the encounter I still had
things I struggled with. I went through
severe depression, had a lot of fear, and took a long time healing. Jesus brought me through each hard thing, though He definitely did not cause them. Most of them were caused by my own anger, bitterness, and unforgiveness toward other
people. As the Lord led me through the challenges (sometime with me pulling back) I became more and more free. Then He could start using me. And, He has, in
ways that I couldn't even imagine four years ago.
Let's go back to the beginning, with me reading late at night. When people go through a challenging time, they must choose whether they're going to push deeper into knowing the Creator of the Universe, or believe a lie that brings temporary comfort, but not
eternal comfort. A lie that makes life about us, instead of about Him.
A lie that will be of no help the next time a challenge happens.
In the Hospice room with my mom
and aunt, my mom gave me a present that I think about weekly. In the middle of her pain, and close to death,
came this song from her lips:
"Jesus loves me this I know,
for the Bible tells me so..."
Sunday, January 4, 2015
Know Your Joe!
| It was so sunny that Mark needed sunglasses. Check out the reflection in their lenses! |
| This was our awesome tour vehicle, which picked us up in Antigua and took us to the plantation. |
| Cutie pies on the left side of the truck. |
| Cutie pies on the right side of the truck. |
The first is a type of civet cat whose digestive system allows it to partake of whole, ripe coffee beans. If you're a real coffee connoisseur (or just ridiculously rich, given how expensive it is) you might have tried a cup of this special, Indonesian coffee. The process is pricey, but somewhat inelegant. After the cat eats the bean, it goes through its entire digestive system, and is <ahem> collected at the end of the process. Only then is the bean cleaned (one would hope), roasted, and sold.
The other type of animal which eats coffee beans is the goat, of course. Legend says that this wild plant was a favorite of goats in Ethiopia. One day the shepherds noted how hyper it made the animals, so they took the red beans home and made their own infusion with hot water. Though it tasted terrible, it did help keep them awake. Eventually they sold the beans to a monastery, because the monks needed focus and energy for their work of copying scripture. Eventually, through trade, it made its way to Arabia, which is why the best quality coffee today is called Arabica.
There are four types of coffee plants. The two most common, which make up 80% or more of what we drink, are Arabica and Robust. Robust coffee is the only kind which makes a tree, rather than a bush. It is (as its name implies) much heartier, and a much more prolific producer, but it's also a much lower quality of fruit and has 50% more caffeine than Arabica. When you get cheaper coffee, you're most likely drinking Robust coffee beans. (Unless, of course, you're drinking instant coffee, which we found out was really not made of much coffee at all, and was mostly chemicals and fillers like chickpeas or chicory.)
| Welcome to the Dalton Coffee Plantation! |
Anyway - growing conditions in Antigua (and the rest of Guatemala) are *nearly* perfect. Nearly, I say, because it has one major drawback - volcanic soil. While this type of fertile soil is good for growing almost everything else, it has a tendency to promote nematodes. Nematodes and coffee don't mix.
At least, nematodes and the best types of coffee don't mix, unless you're willing to get creative. So, in order to maintain both high yields and excellent quality, producers in Guatemala have used an innovative grafting technique which pairs the roots of Robust coffee plants (which are immune to nematodes) and the stems and leaves of Arabica coffee plants (which produce better quality coffee) for the perfect combination! The process isn't easy, since it involves making a V shaped slit in the root plant, and a corresponding cut in the top plant, in order for the cores to fit snugly together. Then, a special tape is used to wrap the "new" plant. This process is done when the stems of both plants are about as a big around as the lead in a number 2 pencil!
| If you look closely, you can see the graft on this little plant. |
Every year the plantation has a contest to see who can successfully graft the most plants in 20 minutes. The winner, for the past 3 years straight, has been a woman who's worked on the grafting floor for over 35 years. In just 1/3 of an hour, using only her hands, a razor blade, and the wrapping tape, she grafted 84 plants, with a 94% survival rating. Wow!
Anyway - after the plants are grafted, they're left in the nursery for around a year, after which they're only about one foot tall. (Arabica coffee plants grow very slowly.) Then, they're moved to a production row, but won't being putting on the delicate, white flowers (called false jasmine) that turn into coffee beans until they're three years old. At four-years old, the plantation begins picking the ripe beans, though they're still not fully mature until they're five to seven years old, at which point they're approximately three feet tall.
Coffee plants typically survive here around 35-40 years, though they only produce for 25 or so of those years. After plants have reached around 12 years of age, their quality starts to decrease, so the plantation prunes them down to their original graft point, and then has to wait another four years for them to produce well again. In total, the plants are pruned three times during their lifetime.
| This is the coffee nursery. The tiniest plants are newly-pruned. The taller ones around just under a year old. |
Once the plant has flowered, it begins producing berries, which start off as green, then turn yellow, and are considered ripe when they are shiny and dark red, like a cherry. A mature (seven or so year old plant) will produce nine pounds of ripe beans, which will translate into only one pound of roasted, processed coffee! It takes 30-40 red berries to make each cup of coffee.
Because of the delicate nature of the plant and the fact that not all of its berries ripen at the same time, all of the coffee here is harvested by hand. The Dalton plantation has just under 400 acres in coffee plants, which must be grown in the gentle shade of other plants. The trees planted with the coffee on this plantation are fast-growing and frequently pruned, yielding lumber as another cash crop.
| This is our tour guide, Diego, holding up a ripe coffee bean. Behind him you can see an adult plant with red berries, ready to be harvested. |
| Blue sky. Mountains. Coffee plants. Trees. Cut timber. Workers heading back from the harvest. |
| <sigh> There were some really little kiddos there. |
| Each worker harvests 35-50 pounds of ripe coffee beans per day, and deposits their full bags on trucks like these, which are then taken to the on-site processing plant. |
| The hull and whole bean. |
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| Coffee cherry jelly! |
While we removed the first and second layer by hand (or mouth) on the berry we picked, that's not the typical process! Usually the beans are sorted and taken for processing within an hour or so of being picked. The first process is a soaking, which causes the bad (light) berries (usually those that have been drilled into and eaten by bug larvae) to rise to the top. These are flushed into a waiting wagon, and will be used for very-low quality coffee or for compost.
| They had fancy machines, but most of them were old, since the process hasn't changed for decades! |
| Here you can see the newly-drained beans after 30 hours of soaking. They're under burlap bags. |
| The picturesque drying patios are a great place for a photo op. :) |
| Our tour guide, Diego, standing next to the tool used to move the beans during the drying process. |
| Vast. Impressive. Beautiful. |
| A handful of newly-dried beans. |
| The parchment layer with the silverskin underneath. |
| Gold bean, bean with silverskin, bean with parchment. |
| These Oliver brand agitating tables sort the beans by size. |
The remaining 25% is roasted in-house. The roaster can hold up to 200 pounds of gold beans at a time, and has three cylinders. The middle one is where aromatics can be added to change the flavor. The middle one holds the coffee, and spins constantly to avoid burning. The outer one is where the heat comes in, usually around 400 degrees Fahrenheit. The whole process takes approximately 25 minutes, and master roasters rely on their sense of hearing to know when the beans are roasted, since the separation of the two parts of the bean makes a crackling sound, not unlike the popping of popcorn. After roasting is complete, the beans are put into a sieve-bottomed cylinder and stirred constantly for an hour or so until it cools to room temperature and is taken for grinding or packaging.
| The actual roaster here is the green cylinder in the lower right hand corner. The round, silver thing is the cooling rack. |
| Free hair nets! |
| Sarah actually really loves coffee! |
| I got to try this amazing coffee after our tour,and can vouch for the fact that it's truly delicious! |
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