It’s a usual Saturday morning at Hale Ola, everyone stirs around trying to get on board with some sort of trip trying to rent trucks that will climb Mauna Kea and go to Green Sands beach. It’s the same with every group that comes through. They check the sites off their list of places to see in the short time they have here on the Big Island. And I would do the same if I were them.

I guess that’s the reason we got chickens… something to make the routine a little different, bring some variety… a bit of an experiment. 

Almost a year ago, we got 8 little chicks, raised them in a box, and from there, a chicken coupe. But as it turns out, 6 of the 8 were roosters crowing at all hours of the day and night, so we got rid of the roosters. 

Now we’re down to 2 hens, one black and one white. 

Someone asked me, “Why did you get chickens? What do they have to do with this YWAM program?” 

Answer: Nothing. But that question would be like asking a banker who builds model ships for fun,

“What does building model ships have to do with the bank?” 

It’s simple. One day I woke up and thought, “I want to know what it’s like to raise chickens.” 

So we’re doing it. 

Annso called our 2 hens, Cookie and Creamy because they are black and white, like an Oreo cookie.

We get an egg once in a while.

There’s a movie called, Sicario. Super intense-about a drug cartel in Mexico. I’ve never seen it before but it reminded me that I wanted to be a cop at one point in my life. I tried pretty hard actually, applying to 4 police departments but it never panned out.. Why didn’t it work?

I like to think God held me short of it because it wasn’t the best thing. 

So here I am, living in Kona, Hawaii leading a life that I would never have chosen… 

Not because I don’t like it, but because it never would have come to mind. I never knew it existed.

Besides that, it wouldn’t have appealed to me before trying it. I’d like to say landing here had to do with fate. God led me to the best instead of a destination of my own invention. 

Ann Sophie and I getting ready to watch the kids at the YWAM school

Traveling around the world a few years back, a couple of us made the observation that there are “tourists” and there are “travelers”. 

A tourist saves money, plans the trip to see the sights, spends the money and does the things in that plan, tries to maintain a similar level of comfort enjoyed black home, then goes back “home”.

At the end, it’s good, nice, probably relaxing, and there are pictures of the famous places with the “tourist” in the pictures. 

A “traveler” lives not knowing in advance what will happen.

It’s a mindset of exploring the unknown.

Less of a desire to maintain control and comfort and more of a desire to be changed or invaded by the experience… to learn… more of an adventure. 

This approach works with everything.

I can read the Bible as a tourist or as a traveler. I can think up what I want to find, go looking until I find it, then close the book. I decide what I want to learn in advance so it comes from me and isn’t new. Alternatively, I can read it with an open mind, letting God invade my life and actually change me. 

Living life as a traveler allows me to see the unexpected inconveniences as the predetermined course instead of a disruption.

Not being afraid of failure or inconvenience allows me to take more risks.

To see things turn out way better than I imagined.

“Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us…”

Ephesians 3:20