Meet Christian Singles: God Wants You to Find Your Soul Mate

There is no need to be lonely anymore! You can meet other Christian singles looking for that special reunion with their soul mate. Open yourself up to what God has in store for you. By using Christian online dating you will have more chance to meet Christian singles who share your values and commitment to God. Remember as a Christian you must adhere to the principles of relationships as outlined in the bible and Gods spirit will guide you.

Share Your Values

Shy? Nervous? Don’t be! You will meet Christian singles just like you. Share your values and meet new friends on your journey to love. With our busy lives it’s hard to meet Christian singles socially and we tend to hang out in the same social circles. Christian online dating will open your circle, and give you more opportunity to meet the one. By dating online you can browse profiles in your own time with no pressure, be anonymous, and take things as slow or as fast as you want. There is no safer way to meet Christian singles!

“Love is an act of faith, and whoever is of little faith is also of little love”. “One word frees us of all the weight and pain in life”. That word is love! A Christian should always remember that the value of his good works is not based on their number and excellence, but on the love of God which prompts him to do these things. Love makes a poet out of everyone!

Genesis 2:18
“And the lord God said, it is not good that the man should be alone, I will make a helper suitable for him!

Christian Singles: Are You Tired of Being Single?

Christian singles are signing up online every day, so you don’t want to miss the boat! If you believe that finding that special someone is impossible then go online and get inspired by the success stories. Christian singles are from all walks of life, so that special someone might be waiting for you now. Online dating allows you to filter through members and find people who compliment your personality and Christian values. There has never been a more safer and enjoyable way to meet like minded Christian singles while spreading your faith.

Finding Your Mate is Easier Than You Think

These sites recognize that the Christian singles niche is a sensitive area, and give you the chance to communicate without the awkwardness of face to face dating. Sensitive subjects like children, separation and relationship history can be discussed in a much more relaxed way online. It’s proven that meeting Christian singles like you in your church or at local Christian events is happening less and less. Since the internet revolutionized online dating millions of Christian singles have signed up online to start their journey to love. It’s not only fun but the proof is there that it really does work for you, and it gives you the opportunity to meet some wonderful people.

Remember God wants you to be as one with a perfect partner and share your beliefs and worship him together harmoniously. He will guide you, and you will know when you meet the right partner. Dating online opens up a whole new world of possibilities for Christian singles today and access to a plethora of options. Choosing the right catch from the sea of members is much easier than you think, so don’t let them be the one that got away and start fishing today.

Psalm 33:22
May your unfailing love rest upon us, O LORD, even as we put our hope in you.

Christian Dating Service: Our Lord Will Help You Conquer Loneliness

Better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all! True! But we all seek love and friendships to avoid loneliness. Using an online Christian dating service is proving more and more popular as many like minded Christians are developing successful friendships and relationships through the internet. Loneliness is an emotional lack of meaningful relationships. It’s natural for us to want to share our lives with people we love. You can refuse to let loneliness dominate your life by calling on God. Remember! It was he who created love and taught us how to practice love. Sign up to an online Christian dating service and make a start to improving your life.

Reach Out to Other People

Searching for love through a Christian dating service will change your attitude and build your confidence. You need courage to overcome your fear of rejection and you need courage to reach out to other people. Ask God for courage and start searching for love and friendships through a Christian dating service. Bring joy back in your life, and join many other fellow Christians seriously looking for love, friendship and marriage.

Start by thanking God and praise him for his being and his loving kindness as David did in Psalm 142. He will use the pain of loneliness and move you into a deeper relationship with himself and others. An online Christian dating service will allow you to share your faith and what you learn from God while also being a platform to learn new ideas and gain advice. God passes on his wisdom, you can do the same!

Blessings of the Lord are necessary to create successful relationships, for as someone once said:

“It takes three to make a marriage work”

Me, Jesus, and You

Christian Dating Service: Find An Ideal Date

Christian dating services seem to be everywhere now, and are all claiming to be the one you should use. If you are an unattached Christian it’s not that easy to find an ideal date, so it’s worth investigating some of the reputable online sites to help you along. Christian dating services are mainly places where you will find a variety of avenues to help you along the road of meeting a new partner.

Christian dating services are much more than a list of single Christians online, you will find loads of support, get advice and dating tips, and meet people just like you looking for a serious relationship while sharing your love of God together. Let’s face it in today’s world dating is hard and especially so for Christians hoping to find love and share Christian values in their relationship.

Do You Need Help Finding the Right Mate?

Don’t despair and don’t feel scared of the online dating world, it’s there for a purpose! By using Christian dating services online you have the opportunity to filter through members and decide who you think may be worth communicating with.  There is no pressure on you to date or accept invitations you do not feel may be right for you.

The whole point of Christian dating services are to help you find the right mate. You have the right to be in total privacy, and take your time with nobody around knowing your private business. On another plus side you will meet some fantastic people from all walks of Christian life to swap notes, share advice and of course spread your faith as God wishes.

As fellow Christians found it harder and harder to meet like minded people many Christian dating services online have been developed. Our Lord wants us to be equally Yoked as Paul wrote in the passage 2 Corinthians 6 about Christians and exhorting them not to be bound with non-Christians. He is not saying we should turn our back on non-Christians, but we should not to be associated in a way that could affect our walk with the Lord adversely.

Can you imagine being in a relationship with a Christian who doesn’t share your beliefs or values, so you can imagine being with a non-Christian will be much more difficult and eventually become intolerable. It’s even more important for Christians to find a harmonious relationship that shares the love of God first then of each other. This is why Christian dating services have the answer!

Have you heard of Missionary dating? This is apparently dating a non-Christian for the purpose of evangelism. However most of these situations happen through desperation and they are attracted to the person rather than wanting to lead them to Christ. You will not be surprised to learn that in most of these partnerships the people are miserable.

There is no need to feel desperate with so many reputable Christian dating services available. Be patient and do the right thing by God and he will see that you are rewarded. You have nothing to lose by joining up to some Christian dating services, just everything to gain. Remember the people that created these services have had the same experience as you, so don’t be afraid to jump on board, your perfect mate could be online right now.

2 Corinthians 6:14
Do not be unequally yoked with unbelievers. For what partnership has righteousness with lawlessness? Or what fellowship has light with darkness?

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NCYC 2009 – CONVERGE


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Photos taken at the National Christian Youth Convention held in Melbourne during the month of January 2009.

Theme: Converge
Venue: Melbourne
Dates: January 3 to 9 2009
Website: ncyc.org.au/
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Camera Used: Sony Alpha 100
Lens (for the most-part): Sony 18-70mm

Blue and Me


Image by Wootang01
The bus ride from Shenzhen to Enping was long, like watching a freight train chug by, except it doesn’t. We had to have been on that bus for seven hours, sometimes napping, and at times, staring out our windows, looking at a world standing still. Traffic was not only a nightmare, but also a mystery, for as many instances in which we could plainly see another egregiously bad vehicular accident, that which has become commonplace, ubiquitous in Chinese travel culture, there were other inexplicable stops in movement, when all of a sudden, as though finishing a swift countdown, our speed dropped so precipitously as to let out a collective lurch, if not in body, then definitely in mind. Calvin, thankfully, in his perspicacity, in his wide-angled, unique view of things, saw beyond the myriad vehicles which lay unmoving as if rocks on a dry riverbed; view the periphery, he bade us, and when we looked to the edges of the road, indeed we witnessed the most peculiar instigator of traffic congestion in the world – men en masse pissing on the side of the road! Men taking leaks creates a domino effect; that one sees another enjoying the relief of an unburdened, easy bladder, so seductive a yoke, that the only retort to the entreaty of this blissful state is to join in with abandon, and impunity. And so soon as the last few shakes are made, back into the cars do these men go, and a few hasty minutes later, traffic flows again!

Mike wanted to stop at a village, so we exchanged an increasingly crowded highway for a narrow, cement road, on which we ventured into the dense verdure. Having reached an impasse in the road soon thereafter, and not knowing how to advance further, to actually enter the village proper, we saw two lovely young ladies saddling a moped, motoring towards us. They then suddenly broke, and turned off our path and onto a dirt one which squeezed through two homes as though a mouse through its diminutive hole – that was our key. We greeted them as the girls turned their heads, offering us inquisitive, yet gentle looks. They would be our guides into town.

Blue showed me around her neighborhood. Together we walked along bumpy corridors and peered through open windows, beyond flitting cobwebs, to lay eyes on rooms where nowadays only impenetrable shadows repose. She and I examined the perfunctory red banners which framed each door in the village, and subsequently hit it off when I began inquiring into the nature of those two swarthy demons who hung menacingly before the closed doors, their gazes insidiously wild, drunk with rage, perhaps. Indeed later, in the quietude of a sunset raining down on us, while standing by ourselves in front of the village hall, I finally shared my faith with her, and in return she declared the lack of her own – her cousin and older sister, however, do know Jesus, she said, which verily warmed my heart, if not hers.

We left the village with much rapidity, but not before I blessed and encouraged Blue’s cousin, in whose arms a smiling babe lay, and received joyfully a delectable departing gift: mysterious, "Blue Cookies" (the official Chinese name is 艾糍), whose mottled, homely complexion would disgust if not for the sweetness (an amalgam of sugar, peanuts and herbs) buried inside, a treasure which would be discovered again and again on our tour.

The food around Enping epitomizes, I believe, Guangdong cuisine: inexpensive and egregiously non-spicy. For what they lack in price and incendiary acidity, however, these dishes more than compensate with copious amounts of oil, salt and sugar, mixed together for a tantalizing effect on the taste buds. Our group was fortunate enough to have frequented several Guangdong-style dai pai dongs whose victuals both nourished our bodies and replenished our wallets – it’s amazing to consider how 0RMB can feed 15 ravenous, cantankerous-when-hungry Christian bikers. In fact, the feasting grew exponentially more enjoyable as journey progressed, as our two primary orderers began to refine their culinary acuity, accurately predicting what would invigorate and excite our collective palate; it helped, too, that our utensils were pretty clean for Chinese standards!

Our first evening, we secured accommodations in a building that was not so much a hotel, or even a motel, as a grey, dry concrete edifice in which hardwood beds were arrayed neatly in each room; the spartan conditions dismayed some, including myself, at first. However, thankfulness trumped peevishness, and the realization that, in the middle of nowhere, we had mosquito nets to ward off the inexorable squad of mozzies, and one bathroom with boiling water for a very, very scalding shower was more than enough to placate everyone, especially after a hard day of riding. Besides, austerity succors the soul. We even managed to sleep pretty soundly without mattresses. In my somnolent state, I only remember shifting desperately maybe six, or seven times. It was a good night, and a bargain at only 15RMB per person!

On the second day our group dared to test itself on an unknown avenue. Consequently, we were spared the sonorous alarms of gigantic, indomitable trucks and instead subjected ourselves to the vicissitudes of off-road biking, whose soundtrack, undoubtedly for the day, was provided by an orchestra of buzzing cicadas, accompanied, at times, by the rumbling tympani of motorbikes. Oh, the countryside was lush, beautiful verdure all around – a feast for the romantic soul. Yet, for one of my companions, the environment was anything but endearing, for her adeptness at handling the desultory trail, she surely felt, was more chaotic than controlled. She persevered, nonetheless, pushing through her disconsolation to conquer the race marked out for her; such tenacity that only the Father could supply; and that left me thoroughly impressed.

At lunchtime, the evangelization effort began in earnest. It started innocently enough, as I asked a group of girls about the secondary school down the dusty road from our restaurant. Then, on cue, the Spirit, whose pacing can only be described as frenetic, whose rhythm is beyond my comprehension, overwhelmed and took over. Leanne and I brought those three girls to Christ; while Tim was assiduously preaching by our side to a band of boys who had gathered to look on; and behind us, ah Cheung had cajoled five boys to form a circle, hand in hand, for prayer. Many people came to know Jesus that hour. There was undoubtedly some serious fire falling down on us!

We made a pit stop at the Tam clan village. It was another bucolic community, replete with idling boys, young and old, and those two duplicitous demons standing watch from steady doors, which, it appeared, held together together the ramshackle walls beside them. An electricity meter evinced the reality of life in the village, of a living community that flows flittingly in and out of the houses as though cats leaping over canals; because I for one couldn’t see how hundreds of people somehow resided inside those homes when I couldn’t spot a single one during my brief tour of the grounds. In the open, by our bikes, there were conspicuous signs of life, however. I was standing in the sun, letting its warm rays melt on my skin, when a young man, not even twenty, approached and asked me about our intents and purposes on what was once such a dull afternoon. His curiosity got the better of me, and together we broached a conversation in faith. Simon joined us, and although he whom I named Henry, told us in his obstinacy that he depends on himself alone, I feel as though a small seed of faith was still planted within him. May it bloom at the appointed time when he most needs it.

At last, inside the unlit store where we shared our gleaming hopes and fantastic dreams, Simon and I noticed, to our surprise and delight, two blackboards on which the shopkeeper had written the alphabet, for English as well as for Putonghua (Pinyin). Besides the letters, numbers too had been painstakingly etched into the board, each meticulous stroke perfectly formed. So they ironically were learning that which continues to elude their more economically mobile brethren in Hong Kong, despite their most humble upbringing. I encouraged Henry to pursue this knowledge, since, as the cliche most rightly states, English – and Putonghua, these days – opens up a world of opportunity.

China, it seems to me, is one interminable housing start being carried on the shoulders of giants. Behemoths, really, an armada of green and blue dump trucks, on whose backs are the physical manifestation of the hopes and dreams of billions – timber; stone; and coal – were an inescapable part of our three-day trek. They blew passed us, literally, horns afire; and if you stared into the eyes of the drivers high above on those mechanized elephants, you would see the glee with which they pounded both the road and the eardrums of those unwitting peons foolish enough to be nearby. China – and China Mobile, whose stores we uncovered even in the most remote suburb, might I add! – still has much growth left, and the transportation and infrastructure industries, I’m sure, shall assiduously work to keep it that way. My recommendation: keep investing in China.

Visiting the hot springs had been on our agenda since the inception of the trip. We eventually had our chance the second evening, when we raced down a wending hill to our hotel – a real hotel. Our excitement reverberated in the air, crackling with laughter and shouting. Choosing to swim first and foremost, we left dinner to wait and hurried across the street. The resort was packed with other like-minded people, dressed in swimming costumes that should have left more to the imagination; the temperature of the pool water varied, from tepid in one enclosure to skin-searing in another; and for one marvelous hour, we swam and frolicked like little children again, delighting in some wet fun, a suitable reward for one more arduous day spent on the dusty, dry land.

We capped the end of a successful day with a bang. The girls, oddly enough, were furtive pyromaniacs in our midst, longing in secret to raid the fireworks shop at the base of the hotel. So after our meal, they raced into the cool evening air and we could only endeavor to follow them in their explosive folly. Inside the store, all sorts of bombastic devices were on display, from the unwieldy, block of (Chicago) bull to the sleek spears adorning the wall whose warheads, no doubt, could just so easily take out a few eyes as mercilessly rip the pitch black from the wall of night sky. The ladies suffered to leave no type of firework untouched by the flame, quickly purchasing an arsenal of rainbow-inducing rockets and slim sparklers to make any pyrotechnic maven proud. Outside we went. At length, the bombs burst in the air, and laughter abound so much as we watched the brilliance of Chinese engineering on display. With the girls’ scintillating stock depleted, we finally collected ourselves, and headed upstairs for one more day of wonderment.

There was one last village to visit before we reached our final destination of Enping city. As we sped into the shanty community, we knew something was amiss because unlike our other entrances into villages, during which residents would emerge in droves to glimpse us, it seemed as though these villagers preferred the comfort of their own veiled homes to the company of a few, ebullient strangers. It was an ominous setting in which we found ourselves, one characterized by inhabitants rather mistrustful than gregarious, and affable. Nonetheless, we dispersed to share kindness and mercy. To that end, I approached a young lady, a mere 25-years old, who had her three-month old boy on her shoulder and her three-year old son – who was without pants, might I add, preferring to wave them in the air like a terrible towel – by her side. We spoke briefly about her hopes and dreams, which, she says, rest in the well-being of her sons; and then Leanne and I blessed her. That was the end of our village experience in China.

To be around people who sharpen you as iron sharpens iron, that verily is a joy. The villagers were simple, warm and welcoming; my teammates were jocular, presumptuous and faithful; and I, in the midst of this confluence, this mosaic of personalities, philosophies, hopes and dreams, could only seek to love, especially in one of my more pensive moments. The trip tested my patience and tolerance, my ability to accept others for who they are – each a flawed creature like myself. Ultimately, so much as we seek the men of peace everywhere we go, we individually must become men of peace too. A true disciple of Jesus runs that race, and appreciates His grace, which shall always be enough in this life.

IMG_2519


Image by Wootang01
The bus ride from Shenzhen to Enping was long, like watching a freight train chug by, except it doesn’t. We had to have been on that bus for seven hours, sometimes napping, and at times, staring out our windows, looking at a world standing still. Traffic was not only a nightmare, but also a mystery, for as many instances in which we could plainly see another egregiously bad vehicular accident, that which has become commonplace, ubiquitous in Chinese travel culture, there were other inexplicable stops in movement, when all of a sudden, as though finishing a swift countdown, our speed dropped so precipitously as to let out a collective lurch, if not in body, then definitely in mind. Calvin, thankfully, in his perspicacity, in his wide-angled, unique view of things, saw beyond the myriad vehicles which lay unmoving as if rocks on a dry riverbed; view the periphery, he bade us, and when we looked to the edges of the road, indeed we witnessed the most peculiar instigator of traffic congestion in the world – men en masse pissing on the side of the road! Men taking leaks creates a domino effect; that one sees another enjoying the relief of an unburdened, easy bladder, so seductive a yoke, that the only retort to the entreaty of this blissful state is to join in with abandon, and impunity. And so soon as the last few shakes are made, back into the cars do these men go, and a few hasty minutes later, traffic flows again!

Mike wanted to stop at a village, so we exchanged an increasingly crowded highway for a narrow, cement road, on which we ventured into the dense verdure. Having reached an impasse in the road soon thereafter, and not knowing how to advance further, to actually enter the village proper, we saw two lovely young ladies saddling a moped, motoring towards us. They then suddenly broke, and turned off our path and onto a dirt one which squeezed through two homes as though a mouse through its diminutive hole – that was our key. We greeted them as the girls turned their heads, offering us inquisitive, yet gentle looks. They would be our guides into town.

Blue showed me around her neighborhood. Together we walked along bumpy corridors and peered through open windows, beyond flitting cobwebs, to lay eyes on rooms where nowadays only impenetrable shadows repose. She and I examined the perfunctory red banners which framed each door in the village, and subsequently hit it off when I began inquiring into the nature of those two swarthy demons who hung menacingly before the closed doors, their gazes insidiously wild, drunk with rage, perhaps. Indeed later, in the quietude of a sunset raining down on us, while standing by ourselves in front of the village hall, I finally shared my faith with her, and in return she declared the lack of her own – her cousin and older sister, however, do know Jesus, she said, which verily warmed my heart, if not hers.

We left the village with much rapidity, but not before I blessed and encouraged Blue’s cousin, in whose arms a smiling babe lay, and received joyfully a delectable departing gift: mysterious, "Blue Cookies" (the official Chinese name is 艾糍), whose mottled, homely complexion would disgust if not for the sweetness (an amalgam of sugar, peanuts and herbs) buried inside, a treasure which would be discovered again and again on our tour.

The food around Enping epitomizes, I believe, Guangdong cuisine: inexpensive and egregiously non-spicy. For what they lack in price and incendiary acidity, however, these dishes more than compensate with copious amounts of oil, salt and sugar, mixed together for a tantalizing effect on the taste buds. Our group was fortunate enough to have frequented several Guangdong-style dai pai dongs whose victuals both nourished our bodies and replenished our wallets – it’s amazing to consider how 0RMB can feed 15 ravenous, cantankerous-when-hungry Christian bikers. In fact, the feasting grew exponentially more enjoyable as journey progressed, as our two primary orderers began to refine their culinary acuity, accurately predicting what would invigorate and excite our collective palate; it helped, too, that our utensils were pretty clean for Chinese standards!

Our first evening, we secured accommodations in a building that was not so much a hotel, or even a motel, as a grey, dry concrete edifice in which hardwood beds were arrayed neatly in each room; the spartan conditions dismayed some, including myself, at first. However, thankfulness trumped peevishness, and the realization that, in the middle of nowhere, we had mosquito nets to ward off the inexorable squad of mozzies, and one bathroom with boiling water for a very, very scalding shower was more than enough to placate everyone, especially after a hard day of riding. Besides, austerity succors the soul. We even managed to sleep pretty soundly without mattresses. In my somnolent state, I only remember shifting desperately maybe six, or seven times. It was a good night, and a bargain at only 15RMB per person!

On the second day our group dared to test itself on an unknown avenue. Consequently, we were spared the sonorous alarms of gigantic, indomitable trucks and instead subjected ourselves to the vicissitudes of off-road biking, whose soundtrack, undoubtedly for the day, was provided by an orchestra of buzzing cicadas, accompanied, at times, by the rumbling tympani of motorbikes. Oh, the countryside was lush, beautiful verdure all around – a feast for the romantic soul. Yet, for one of my companions, the environment was anything but endearing, for her adeptness at handling the desultory trail, she surely felt, was more chaotic than controlled. She persevered, nonetheless, pushing through her disconsolation to conquer the race marked out for her; such tenacity that only the Father could supply; and that left me thoroughly impressed.

At lunchtime, the evangelization effort began in earnest. It started innocently enough, as I asked a group of girls about the secondary school down the dusty road from our restaurant. Then, on cue, the Spirit, whose pacing can only be described as frenetic, whose rhythm is beyond my comprehension, overwhelmed and took over. Leanne and I brought those three girls to Christ; while Tim was assiduously preaching by our side to a band of boys who had gathered to look on; and behind us, ah Cheung had cajoled five boys to form a circle, hand in hand, for prayer. Many people came to know Jesus that hour. There was undoubtedly some serious fire falling down on us!

We made a pit stop at the Tam clan village. It was another bucolic community, replete with idling boys, young and old, and those two duplicitous demons standing watch from steady doors, which, it appeared, held together together the ramshackle walls beside them. An electricity meter evinced the reality of life in the village, of a living community that flows flittingly in and out of the houses as though cats leaping over canals; because I for one couldn’t see how hundreds of people somehow resided inside those homes when I couldn’t spot a single one during my brief tour of the grounds. In the open, by our bikes, there were conspicuous signs of life, however. I was standing in the sun, letting its warm rays melt on my skin, when a young man, not even twenty, approached and asked me about our intents and purposes on what was once such a dull afternoon. His curiosity got the better of me, and together we broached a conversation in faith. Simon joined us, and although he whom I named Henry, told us in his obstinacy that he depends on himself alone, I feel as though a small seed of faith was still planted within him. May it bloom at the appointed time when he most needs it.

At last, inside the unlit store where we shared our gleaming hopes and fantastic dreams, Simon and I noticed, to our surprise and delight, two blackboards on which the shopkeeper had written the alphabet, for English as well as for Putonghua (Pinyin). Besides the letters, numbers too had been painstakingly etched into the board, each meticulous stroke perfectly formed. So they ironically were learning that which continues to elude their more economically mobile brethren in Hong Kong, despite their most humble upbringing. I encouraged Henry to pursue this knowledge, since, as the cliche most rightly states, English – and Putonghua, these days – opens up a world of opportunity.

China, it seems to me, is one interminable housing start being carried on the shoulders of giants. Behemoths, really, an armada of green and blue dump trucks, on whose backs are the physical manifestation of the hopes and dreams of billions – timber; stone; and coal – were an inescapable part of our three-day trek. They blew passed us, literally, horns afire; and if you stared into the eyes of the drivers high above on those mechanized elephants, you would see the glee with which they pounded both the road and the eardrums of those unwitting peons foolish enough to be nearby. China – and China Mobile, whose stores we uncovered even in the most remote suburb, might I add! – still has much growth left, and the transportation and infrastructure industries, I’m sure, shall assiduously work to keep it that way. My recommendation: keep investing in China.

Visiting the hot springs had been on our agenda since the inception of the trip. We eventually had our chance the second evening, when we raced down a wending hill to our hotel – a real hotel. Our excitement reverberated in the air, crackling with laughter and shouting. Choosing to swim first and foremost, we left dinner to wait and hurried across the street. The resort was packed with other like-minded people, dressed in swimming costumes that should have left more to the imagination; the temperature of the pool water varied, from tepid in one enclosure to skin-searing in another; and for one marvelous hour, we swam and frolicked like little children again, delighting in some wet fun, a suitable reward for one more arduous day spent on the dusty, dry land.

We capped the end of a successful day with a bang. The girls, oddly enough, were furtive pyromaniacs in our midst, longing in secret to raid the fireworks shop at the base of the hotel. So after our meal, they raced into the cool evening air and we could only endeavor to follow them in their explosive folly. Inside the store, all sorts of bombastic devices were on display, from the unwieldy, block of (Chicago) bull to the sleek spears adorning the wall whose warheads, no doubt, could just so easily take out a few eyes as mercilessly rip the pitch black from the wall of night sky. The ladies suffered to leave no type of firework untouched by the flame, quickly purchasing an arsenal of rainbow-inducing rockets and slim sparklers to make any pyrotechnic maven proud. Outside we went. At length, the bombs burst in the air, and laughter abound so much as we watched the brilliance of Chinese engineering on display. With the girls’ scintillating stock depleted, we finally collected ourselves, and headed upstairs for one more day of wonderment.

There was one last village to visit before we reached our final destination of Enping city. As we sped into the shanty community, we knew something was amiss because unlike our other entrances into villages, during which residents would emerge in droves to glimpse us, it seemed as though these villagers preferred the comfort of their own veiled homes to the company of a few, ebullient strangers. It was an ominous setting in which we found ourselves, one characterized by inhabitants rather mistrustful than gregarious, and affable. Nonetheless, we dispersed to share kindness and mercy. To that end, I approached a young lady, a mere 25-years old, who had her three-month old boy on her shoulder and her three-year old son – who was without pants, might I add, preferring to wave them in the air like a terrible towel – by her side. We spoke briefly about her hopes and dreams, which, she says, rest in the well-being of her sons; and then Leanne and I blessed her. That was the end of our village experience in China.

To be around people who sharpen you as iron sharpens iron, that verily is a joy. The villagers were simple, warm and welcoming; my teammates were jocular, presumptuous and faithful; and I, in the midst of this confluence, this mosaic of personalities, philosophies, hopes and dreams, could only seek to love, especially in one of my more pensive moments. The trip tested my patience and tolerance, my ability to accept others for who they are – each a flawed creature like myself. Ultimately, so much as we seek the men of peace everywhere we go, we individually must become men of peace too. A true disciple of Jesus runs that race, and appreciates His grace, which shall always be enough in this life.

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Rose Garden: Monument


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The rose garden at Entsu-in was designed after the Christian symbols that decorate the Sankei-den. The Sankei-den is believed to house the first Japanese image of a rose. Symbols such as these were brought to Japan from envoys sent to Rome by the Date clan.

Built in 1646 by Date Tadamune (1599-1658), Entsu-in is a Buddhist temple in Matsushima honoring his son, Mitsumune (1627-1645), who died at an early age. The temple includes a mausoleum as well as a rose garden and famous rock garden. The temple is also known for hidden Christian symbolism seen throughout the grounds.

Rose Garden


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The rose garden at Entsu-in was designed after the Christian symbols that decorate the Sankei-den. The Sankei-den is believed to house the first Japanese image of a rose. Symbols such as these were brought to Japan from envoys sent to Rome by the Date clan.

Built in 1646 by Date Tadamune (1599-1658), Entsu-in is a Buddhist temple in Matsushima honoring his son, Mitsumune (1627-1645), who died at an early age. The temple includes a mausoleum as well as a rose garden and famous rock garden. The temple is also known for hidden Christian symbolism seen throughout the grounds.

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Als Jakobsweg (span. Camino de Santiago) wird der Pilgerweg zum Grab des Apostels Jakobus in Santiago de Compostela in Spanien bezeichnet. Darunter wird in erster Linie der sog. Camino Francés verstanden, jene hochmittelalterliche Hauptverkehrsachse Nordspaniens, die von den Pyrenäen zum Jakobsgrab reicht und dabei die Königsstädte Jaca, Pamplona, Estella, Burgos und León miteinander verbindet. Die Entstehung dieser Route fällt in ihrem auch heute begangenen Verlauf in die erste Hälfte des 11. Jahrhunderts.

Ein Pilgerführer des 12. Jahrhunderts, der im Liber Sancti Jacobi, der Hauptquelle zur Jakobusverehrung im Hochmittelalter, enthalten ist, nennt für den französischen Raum vier weitere Wege, die sich im Umfeld der Pyrenäen zu einem Strang vereinigen. Nach der Wiederbelebung der Pilgerfahrt nach Santiago de Compostela in den 1970er und 1980er Jahren wurde der spanische Hauptweg 1993 in das UNESCO-Welterbe aufgenommen. 1998 erhielten auch die vier im Liber Sancti Jacobi beschriebenen französischen Wege diesen Titel. Zuvor schon hatte der Europarat im Jahre 1987 die Wege der Jakobspilger in ganz Europa zur europäischen Kulturroute erhoben und ihre Identifizierung empfohlen.

The Way of St. James or St. James’ Way, often known by its Spanish name, el Camino de Santiago, is the pilgrimage to the Cathedral of Santiago de Compostela in Galicia in northwestern Spain, where legend has it that the remains of the apostle, Saint James the Great, are buried.
The Way of St James has existed for over a thousand years. It was one of the most important Christian pilgrimages during medieval times. It was considered one of three pilgrimages on which a plenary indulgence could be earned;[citation needed] the others are the Via Francigena to Rome and the pilgrimage to Jerusalem.

Legend holds that St. James’s remains were carried by boat from Jerusalem to northern Spain where they were buried on the site of what is now the city of Santiago de Compostela. There are some, however, who claim that the bodily remains at Santiago belong to Priscillian, the fourth-century Galician leader of an ascetic Christian sect, Priscillianism, who was one of the first Christian heretics to be executed.

There is not a single route; the Way can take one of any number of pilgrimage routes to Santiago de Compostela. However a few of the routes are considered main ones. Santiago is such an important pilgrimage destination because it is considered the burial site of the apostle, James the Great. During the Middle Ages, the route was highly travelled. However, the Black Plague, the Protestant Reformation and political unrest in 16th- century Europe resulted in its decline. By the 1980s, only a few pilgrims arrived in Santiago annually. However, since then, the route has attracted a growing number of modern-day pilgrims from around the globe. The route was declared the first European Cultural Route by the Council of Europe in October 1987; it was also named one of UNESCO’s World Heritage Sites in 1993.

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Als Jakobsweg (span. Camino de Santiago) wird der Pilgerweg zum Grab des Apostels Jakobus in Santiago de Compostela in Spanien bezeichnet. Darunter wird in erster Linie der sog. Camino Francés verstanden, jene hochmittelalterliche Hauptverkehrsachse Nordspaniens, die von den Pyrenäen zum Jakobsgrab reicht und dabei die Königsstädte Jaca, Pamplona, Estella, Burgos und León miteinander verbindet. Die Entstehung dieser Route fällt in ihrem auch heute begangenen Verlauf in die erste Hälfte des 11. Jahrhunderts.

Ein Pilgerführer des 12. Jahrhunderts, der im Liber Sancti Jacobi, der Hauptquelle zur Jakobusverehrung im Hochmittelalter, enthalten ist, nennt für den französischen Raum vier weitere Wege, die sich im Umfeld der Pyrenäen zu einem Strang vereinigen. Nach der Wiederbelebung der Pilgerfahrt nach Santiago de Compostela in den 1970er und 1980er Jahren wurde der spanische Hauptweg 1993 in das UNESCO-Welterbe aufgenommen. 1998 erhielten auch die vier im Liber Sancti Jacobi beschriebenen französischen Wege diesen Titel. Zuvor schon hatte der Europarat im Jahre 1987 die Wege der Jakobspilger in ganz Europa zur europäischen Kulturroute erhoben und ihre Identifizierung empfohlen.

The Way of St. James or St. James’ Way, often known by its Spanish name, el Camino de Santiago, is the pilgrimage to the Cathedral of Santiago de Compostela in Galicia in northwestern Spain, where legend has it that the remains of the apostle, Saint James the Great, are buried.
The Way of St James has existed for over a thousand years. It was one of the most important Christian pilgrimages during medieval times. It was considered one of three pilgrimages on which a plenary indulgence could be earned;[citation needed] the others are the Via Francigena to Rome and the pilgrimage to Jerusalem.

Legend holds that St. James’s remains were carried by boat from Jerusalem to northern Spain where they were buried on the site of what is now the city of Santiago de Compostela. There are some, however, who claim that the bodily remains at Santiago belong to Priscillian, the fourth-century Galician leader of an ascetic Christian sect, Priscillianism, who was one of the first Christian heretics to be executed.

There is not a single route; the Way can take one of any number of pilgrimage routes to Santiago de Compostela. However a few of the routes are considered main ones. Santiago is such an important pilgrimage destination because it is considered the burial site of the apostle, James the Great. During the Middle Ages, the route was highly travelled. However, the Black Plague, the Protestant Reformation and political unrest in 16th- century Europe resulted in its decline. By the 1980s, only a few pilgrims arrived in Santiago annually. However, since then, the route has attracted a growing number of modern-day pilgrims from around the globe. The route was declared the first European Cultural Route by the Council of Europe in October 1987; it was also named one of UNESCO’s World Heritage Sites in 1993.

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Als Jakobsweg (span. Camino de Santiago) wird der Pilgerweg zum Grab des Apostels Jakobus in Santiago de Compostela in Spanien bezeichnet. Darunter wird in erster Linie der sog. Camino Francés verstanden, jene hochmittelalterliche Hauptverkehrsachse Nordspaniens, die von den Pyrenäen zum Jakobsgrab reicht und dabei die Königsstädte Jaca, Pamplona, Estella, Burgos und León miteinander verbindet. Die Entstehung dieser Route fällt in ihrem auch heute begangenen Verlauf in die erste Hälfte des 11. Jahrhunderts.

Ein Pilgerführer des 12. Jahrhunderts, der im Liber Sancti Jacobi, der Hauptquelle zur Jakobusverehrung im Hochmittelalter, enthalten ist, nennt für den französischen Raum vier weitere Wege, die sich im Umfeld der Pyrenäen zu einem Strang vereinigen. Nach der Wiederbelebung der Pilgerfahrt nach Santiago de Compostela in den 1970er und 1980er Jahren wurde der spanische Hauptweg 1993 in das UNESCO-Welterbe aufgenommen. 1998 erhielten auch die vier im Liber Sancti Jacobi beschriebenen französischen Wege diesen Titel. Zuvor schon hatte der Europarat im Jahre 1987 die Wege der Jakobspilger in ganz Europa zur europäischen Kulturroute erhoben und ihre Identifizierung empfohlen.

The Way of St. James or St. James’ Way, often known by its Spanish name, el Camino de Santiago, is the pilgrimage to the Cathedral of Santiago de Compostela in Galicia in northwestern Spain, where legend has it that the remains of the apostle, Saint James the Great, are buried.
The Way of St James has existed for over a thousand years. It was one of the most important Christian pilgrimages during medieval times. It was considered one of three pilgrimages on which a plenary indulgence could be earned;[citation needed] the others are the Via Francigena to Rome and the pilgrimage to Jerusalem.

Legend holds that St. James’s remains were carried by boat from Jerusalem to northern Spain where they were buried on the site of what is now the city of Santiago de Compostela. There are some, however, who claim that the bodily remains at Santiago belong to Priscillian, the fourth-century Galician leader of an ascetic Christian sect, Priscillianism, who was one of the first Christian heretics to be executed.

There is not a single route; the Way can take one of any number of pilgrimage routes to Santiago de Compostela. However a few of the routes are considered main ones. Santiago is such an important pilgrimage destination because it is considered the burial site of the apostle, James the Great. During the Middle Ages, the route was highly travelled. However, the Black Plague, the Protestant Reformation and political unrest in 16th- century Europe resulted in its decline. By the 1980s, only a few pilgrims arrived in Santiago annually. However, since then, the route has attracted a growing number of modern-day pilgrims from around the globe. The route was declared the first European Cultural Route by the Council of Europe in October 1987; it was also named one of UNESCO’s World Heritage Sites in 1993.

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