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stay-at-home dad

This past week Christie and the ladies on our team attended a women’s missionary retreat in Kenya.  That left Baylor and I to fend for ourselves in Geita — or me to fend for the two us, rather.  Baylor did little fending.  We had a great time of father-daughter togetherness.

baylor on the ferry from geita to mwanza, where we went to see mama off

Christie took the camera with her to Rondo, or else I’d have pictures to show of all the things Baylor and I did this week.  Things like:

  • cooking breakfast, lunch, and supper every day.  [How does Christie keep up with cooking three meals a day from scratch?]  I made it my own personal challenge this week to cook everything in the same skillet; that was fun.
  • playing with our two new puppies, Gene and Max.  Christie likes to give “old man” names to pets (no offense to any Genes and Maxes who are reading).  So she picked Max, which is short for Maximus.  I chose Gene — after Gene Chizik, but still in keeping with Christie’s little tradition.
  • finding and ordering grass plugs to go in the yard.  [And a steal at $3 per gunny sack.]
  • picking up 4×4 columns for a building project.
  • hiring a guy to make a wooden spice rack and build frames for mirrors.  [We’ve been in the house 13 months now, and we didn’t own a mirror until last week.]
  • ordering and receiving 3000 liters of water.
  • meeting with officials at NSSF (the Tanzanian social security offices).
  • observing (and chasing) lots of goats, cows, and chickens.
  • reading the first page (and only the first page) of at least 250 children’s books.

baylor and max

Baylor’s not one to stay in the house all day — which is nice.  She actually preferred to go into town and run errands with me.  That made it easy to get a few other things accomplished during the week. The two of us had a great time together.  But we sure are happy to have Christie back at home.  And I now have an even greater appreciation of my wife.

and before you go, you should know that this is a rope




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when Jesus comes to dinner

image courtesy of the crozet gazette

It’s nice to know that if Jesus ever shows up at my door, he’ll be perfectly content eating popcorn for dinner.  This from Luke 10:38-42:

As Jesus and his disciples were passing through a village, a woman named Martha invited Jesus into her home.  As she was busy making preparations for a meal worthy of the Son of God — slaughtering chickens, peeling potatoes, cutting tomatoes into little flower shapes, and making a mighty fine mustard cream sauce — her sister, Mary, sat with Jesus on the front porch and listened to all he had to say.  Martha wasn’t happy about this one bit and complained to Jesus, “Lord, don’t you care that my slacker sister’s leaving me to do all the work by myself?  Tell her to get off her bubble goose and help me!”

“Martha, Martha,” Jesus replied, “why you buggin’ so?  You’re stressed and worried about so many things, but only one thing’s needed.  Mary’s chosen what’s most important, and it won’t be taken away from her.  Now go order a pizza and get out the paper plates; and let’s sit and talk.”

I can’t help but think about some of our complicated, elaborate, and time-consuming systems of “doing” worship, church, and missions:

Buildings, programs, and sound systems.

Ministers and worship leaders constantly scurrying about.

Flow charts, diagrams, and studies on church models, church attendance, and church growth.

Can’t we just have a cup of coffee on the front porch and listen to Jesus?


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Christie and I returned to Geita today.  It’s a quiet night in the Harrison home.  We’ve been blessed to have visitors the past couple of weeks (who are considering joining our team), and we had a great time with them.  But any two-week trip to Africa is bound to keep everyone involved very busy.  And, so, we have been.  [And hence my absence here on aliens and strangers.]

We saw our friends off at the Mwanza airport this afternoon, and they are currently on a plane to Europe, en route to the U.S., while we are back in Geita… in our quiet house.  Baylor’s asleep, and Christie and I are catching up on our reading.  The only sounds are the squeaks of the bats in the attic and the musical stylings of my current favorite artist, Aron Wright (with whom I went to Lipscomb).  [My favorite songs of his: “To the Country” and “I Hope We Die.”]

It used to be that I enjoyed going out more than staying in — and I’ve certainly not become an introvert during my short time thus far in Tanzania.  But I do enjoy our home… and the quiet rest of time alone with my family.  A few months ago I wrote a bit about what home means to me in home and the april work report, and this is an excerpt from that short essay:

…I write this to say that we are at home in Geita now, and it’s amazing to think it will be home for the next 8 or 9 years. And that Baylor will have so many of her firsts in this house, and in this yard, and in this family.  I’ll spend over 3000 mornings reading the Bible in that corner of our living room.  And for as many nights, Christie and I will share the hours between Baylor’s bedtime and our own.  We praise God for giving us a place to call home, and even more for making it feel that way.

I know Geita, and this world, is not my true home — believe me, I’m reminded of it every single day.  But it’s nice to have one place that feels like home. I don’t think it’s so much about being comfortable on this earth, and grasping firmly to the things of this world. It’s more about having one little “kingdom place” on earth that’s as close to heaven as I can experience in this life.  And that, for me, is my home.

And these are two of my favorite scriptures concerning home, both of which are very much being affirmed in my life these days:

The Lord’s curse is on the house of the wicked, but he blesses the home of the righteous.  — Proverbs 3:33

“I tell you the truth,” Jesus replied, “no one who has left home or brothers or sisters of mother or father or children or fields for me and the gospel will fail to receive a hundred times as much in this present age […] and in the age to come…” — Mark 10:29-30



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