Inked

So I did it.

Yep. I got the tatoo I was pondering. After 4 days of continual thought, some stress, and some prayer, I went through with it. It turned out very good. If you are wondering why, see the post below. I had reason for getting what I got. As I was on the way to get it I was reminded of Psalm 101, "I will sing of your love and your justice, to you, oh LORD I will sing praise." That is my hearts cry, and I declared it today by getting an everlasting reminder that God has called me to stand against injustice. Join me in this stand, as the Bible talks about redemtion for the poor and downtrodden more than almost anything else.

Peace

-NF

Ink on the Brain

So I am seriously thinking about getting a tattoo. So much so that I went and talked to the guy at the tattoo place about it. I have already decided what I would get and where. the image you see above is the Japanese symbol for "Justice". Why Justice? Because I feel like God is placing a lifelong call on me to help stop injustice wherever it is happening. Why Japanese? Well, I have a lot of respect for the Samurai and the whole honor code that they lived by. In addition, Japanese symbols are just plain cool.

There is still about a 40% chance I will chicken out. I want a buddy of mine to go and get one at the same time for moral support. I have thought a lot about it and have checked the reasons I want to do it over. I'm not doing it for attention. I'd actually rather not explain why I got it too tons of people, but I will because I want to make a statement about what I feel God is calling me to do. I'm not doing it to rebel, because tattoos are not that rebellious any more. It is something I want to do. Lets see if I go through with it.

I will keep you posted.

Back on Home Soil

Well, we have made it back safely (though a little groggy) and we are getting back into life's routine. It was a great trip. We saw much fruit and were safe the entire time. I may write more about the finer points of the trip in the future and some interesting highlights, but for now, here is a picture of Ang and I with Joseph, a young boy at the shelter where we stayed. He is named Joseph for a reason; he was abandoned by his family at a bus stop when he was about three years old and taken in by the folks at Restored Heritage. They think he belonged to some of the warring tribes that inhabit the mountains. Sad as it is to say, his life may be much better now, where he has many people around that love him, stability, food, a relationship with God. The shelter has given him life. Keep kids like Joseph and ministries like Restored Heritage in your prayers. There is no shortage of people who need to be touched.