La-la-la-language!

Language school is fun. No really, it is. Spending 15 hours a week learning Mongolian is not something I ever thought I’d do, but it’s something I have been enjoying! We get to point a lot, like this… …as we learn item names and repeat repeat repeat them. The other day we had 51 food…

The Case for Trek!

Sometimes I get asked Why TREK, as opposed to various other short-term missions organizations. Well, here’s three reasons I think so highly of this program and will advise it to anyone looking for a strong, Christ-Centred organization to help them learn to be like Christ and challenge them to grow and serve: (PS: To learn…

Of Eyebrows and Reindeer

I’m sitting on Adele’s lap, my head cocked at an obscure angle to avoid the car roof. There are 7 of us crammed into Tamira’s little Nissan when I realize we are five days and 86 Mongolian words into our assignment phase and we can say “camel”, “whatever” and “eyebrow” but have no idea how…

First Impressions! (for lack of a better title)

Mongolia feels like dry lips and a scratchy throat as I lay with heavy comforters across my chest at night. It feels like the softest poodle curls of our hosts’ two pooches, and the familiar, worn insides of my two red mittens.  It feels like layers of longjohns and my MEC vest, and the brisk…

“My name is Dr. Love, dear.”

The man in the food court was bald and cheerful and wore a matching zip up track suit. A busy mall, a full foodcourt, and the 20 year old girl at the next table had been watching him. Actively trying to engage in the world around him, it was more like he was trying to get…