This week, I realized something. Not necessarily profound, just something worth more than a facebook status...in my mind at least (a sad standard for profound, I admit). Something that's been nagging at me for a while on this project.
It's been three months now that we've been on the road, trying our best to share stories of God at work in various individuals and ministries around the world. We've got four countries and a few phrases from as many languages under our belts and I've learned so much so far...especially how much I dont know.
But what I realized this week is that, on this project, I'm seeking to share everyone's story except my own. From the start, we agreed that our site, www.namingtheworld.org, would be a place for our professional work, of sorts. A place to share photos and stories that are the result of our very best efforts as writers and photographers, rather than a place for our own random musings, sundry tidbits, and experiences along the way. We want the site in its entirety to be one big, high quality, testimony of God's awesome, divine, and endlessly beautiful work in and through others.
That is and will remain the case throughout the next 12 months. But this week, I decided that I want - or maybe I need - a place to share bits and pieces of my own personal story along the way. Maybe that is a reflection of my own insecurity and the need to be heard. But I suppose that's ok. Even if this is all a misguided, self-indulgent exercise, I at least hope you get a grin now and then out of the random stories, mishaps, non sequiturs, and perhaps naive reflections on life that will make their way here.
So here's to stories, yours and mine, and sharing the ones that shape us most.
All the best,
-Ryan
It's been three months now that we've been on the road, trying our best to share stories of God at work in various individuals and ministries around the world. We've got four countries and a few phrases from as many languages under our belts and I've learned so much so far...especially how much I dont know.
But what I realized this week is that, on this project, I'm seeking to share everyone's story except my own. From the start, we agreed that our site, www.namingtheworld.org, would be a place for our professional work, of sorts. A place to share photos and stories that are the result of our very best efforts as writers and photographers, rather than a place for our own random musings, sundry tidbits, and experiences along the way. We want the site in its entirety to be one big, high quality, testimony of God's awesome, divine, and endlessly beautiful work in and through others.
That is and will remain the case throughout the next 12 months. But this week, I decided that I want - or maybe I need - a place to share bits and pieces of my own personal story along the way. Maybe that is a reflection of my own insecurity and the need to be heard. But I suppose that's ok. Even if this is all a misguided, self-indulgent exercise, I at least hope you get a grin now and then out of the random stories, mishaps, non sequiturs, and perhaps naive reflections on life that will make their way here.
So here's to stories, yours and mine, and sharing the ones that shape us most.
All the best,
-Ryan
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| One, two, three, draw! (Mars Hill, Athens, Greece) |

I was sitting at the back of cramped bus driving away from a small orphanage in the slums of Lusaka. The four-walled, tin-roofed compound we had just left was nothing special to look at, but inside I had seen stories that were utterly priceless. I met Elina that day: a Zambian widow who was striving to feed, shelter, educate, and raise over 20 children from the slums with little help and even less money. There was nothing glamorous about the dirt floors or dusty walls of the orphanage, but Elina’s selfless faith left me in awe. I decided that she was more of a heroine than anything Hollywood could imagine. The simple mixture of laughter, shouting and singing from 20 kids with swollen bellies and big smiles made an utterly organic soundtrack to the story I saw that day, and it was beautiful. I wish I could replay it for you now.