tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87277211450324140492024-03-05T18:29:58.078-08:00Ctrl Alt Delete Productions:Drew Hayeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15543382545044253366noreply@blogger.comBlogger79125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727721145032414049.post-6013576628507682172014-11-07T10:11:00.003-08:002014-11-07T10:11:59.727-08:00Our Story - pt 3<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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their time together in Europe, Karena and Drew had come up with the
idea of meeting in six months for another grand adventure. The original
idea was to road trip with friends to Key West, Fl. But because of work
schedules the trip was canceled and their reunion pushed back until
February. Secretly, Drew had been dreaming about sailing with Karena and
sharing the joy of emerald seas and white sand beaches. So when his
parents offered to take him and Karena sailing in Belize they jumped on
board. Karena's only hesitation was having to by new swimwear. During
their ten days at sea, Drew was continually impressed by how eagerly and
excitedly Karena dove into every new activity, including but not
limited to: snorkeling, surface diving, navigation, sail trimming,
cooking, and eating lion fish. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Most couples do not have the opportunity to work side-by-side. Drew and Karena got to do just that for 3 months d</span>uring the summer of 2014. While working as a camp counselor and videographer respectively, Karena and Drew were able to put into practice many of the ideals they had talked about long distance. In the fast paced, stressful, and exhausting camp environment Drew learned how to support and encourage Karena as she jumped off cliffs, rappelled down waterfalls, and worked outside her comfort zone. Karena was in her element as she was able to listen and care for young teens, helping them push outside their own comfort zones. Drew and Karena were able to make friends together with the other staff members. Some the best parts of that summer where the days between camps eating, hiking, playing games, and making lifelong friends. </span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">On the morning of June 19th, 2014, Drew kept pressing Karena to hurry up so they could get going on their short vacation in Barcelona. Having just arrived the day before and a little <br />jet lagged, Karena did not feel the same pressure. Trying to appease Drew, she offered to just go without doing her make up. His out of character response of, "No you should go ahead and do it" seemed odd to her but didn't tip her off that this day was special. They picked up a few ingredients for a picnic lunch and agreed to find a nice park to enjoy their meal. They happened upon the beautiful Parc d' Municipal. Each time Karena spotted a place to sit, Drew would object that it was too close to the lawnmower, other tourists, didn't have enough shade, or basically wasn't perfect. Eventually, they found the right spot, and started to unpack their lunch. Drew said he wanted a "feet" picture. So he reached into his bag for his camera. When he brought out the ring box and asked her to marry him, Karena was so shocked she almost forgot to say yes.<br /> Almost. </span></span><br />
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Drew Hayeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15543382545044253366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727721145032414049.post-53325427217620824392014-11-07T10:05:00.001-08:002014-11-07T10:12:07.593-08:00Our Story - pt 2<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif;">Fear shone in Karena’s eyes as she stared up at the metal rungs fastened into the cliff known as the Tour d’Ai - Via Ferrata. After a 45 minute hike to the base of the climb, <br />her fatigued mind was trying to figure out the safety system and harness. She stared up at the route, which ended at 7,650 ft elevation, took a deep breath and with Drew’s encouragement, started to climb. With every rung her exhilaration increased. Drew followed and took in the awe-inspiring journey while enjoying Karena’s contagious excitement. After completing the last segment of the climb they took a few minutes to enjoy the view of the Alps and Lake Geneva from above the clouds. then the storms started rolling in. Their run down the mountain was an exciting finish to their grand adventure.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif;">Even though their meeting and first date had gone so well, Drew was still hesitant about how the relationship would grow while he was traveling in Africa. They exchanged a few emails over the course of the next two weeks and then planned their first "Skype Date." That first call lasted over 4 hours and would become the norm for the rest of their long distance dating. Over the next year, they spent thousands of hours connecting through <br />conversation games such as “second thought” and “ask a question.” They would end every conversation by praying for each other, their families, friends and particularly their relationship. Bad internet connections, dropped calls, power outages, inconvenient time differences, and opposing work schedules were just a few of the hurdles overcome by Drew and Karena with help from their new and sometimes annoying friend Skype.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif;">Karena was on the verge of tears as she sat in the middle of LaGuardia airport looking at the departures board flashing canceled. An ice storm in the south and an impending blizzard in NewYork was canceling thousands of flights. After 8 months apart, Drew and Karena had planned to meet in Charleston for Valentine’s Day. Now it seemed impossible. While talking with her Dad, he said, “Hang up the phone and go find Drew at JFK.” Wearing a sundress and jacket, she braved sub-zero windchills and the NewYork bus system to transfer to JFK. As she arrived she realized she had no information about Drew'sflight or where in the airport he would be. As she walked through the doors she stopped and saw Drew sitting on his suitcases. Shocked and confused, Drew was unsure whether to scream with delight, tackle her in hugs or just stare at the beautiful sight. Thanks to some friends of Drew's, they were able to find housing and spend the evening sight seeing. Sometimes un-expected delays end in a perfect Valentine’s Day date. </span></span><br />
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Drew Hayeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15543382545044253366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727721145032414049.post-79340353655887335702014-11-06T09:41:00.003-08:002014-11-06T09:41:55.478-08:00Our Story - pt 1<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">If you missed the news, I'm married. On October 19th, Karena and I were
married overlooking the beautiful Red River Gorge area of Kentucky.
Pictures from that beautiful day are still on there way so in the mean
time I thought I would share another part of this wedding celebration.
Instead of table numbers and assigned seating, Karena and I wrote short
stories of our relationship over the past year. We encouraged our
friends and family to go to each table and read the stories that have
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and Stephen were getting married. Their chosen ‘maid-of-honor’
and ‘best man’ were both single (and quite content) at the time.
However, Stephen and Ashley saw an opportunity, one that every
engaged couple wants: a chance to play matchmaker. So
they started dropping hints and putting devious schemes into action.
Drew and Karena found this slightly annoying but decided to be nice
to their friends and go with it. After a week of running
errands, escaping to the gym together, and cleaning up the Speer’s
wedding, sparks started to fly, much to Ashley and Stephen's
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a whim Drew had invited Karena to come rock climbing with his brother
Ryan the week after Stephen and Ashley's wedding. She had impressed
him with her natural skill during a visit to a gym in Louisville to
de-stress during the chaos of the wedding prep. But nothing prepared
him for seeing her climb routes with determination, courage, and a
little bit of stubbornness. After a long day of climbing, they sat
down to Miguel’s Pizza and Ale81. Instead of paying for flowers on
this first date, Drew paid for Karena’s shower after two days of
camping. When he had invited Karena to come, he thought she would be
there for only a day. Four days later they were saying goodbye and
remembering all the adventures climbing, hiking, dancing under the
stars, and the occasional drive through the tranquil beauty that is
the Red River Gorge. As Karena drove away, Drew's brother Ryan said,
“Cool girl, but next time you want to go on a date with her don't
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and visit him in Europe. Karena dismissed this idea but it came
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conversations with her good friend, Kersten. Kersten’s
reply of ‘you need to be spontaneous and do this. Here is some
money to start your travel fund’ shocked her. As did the
response of the Marra family. Pete Marra
offered airline
points which covered the cost of the flight. As a result,
Karena landed in Madrid, Spain one month later. The following
days were Drew and Karena’s second date exploring the ancient
coastal city of Malaga, Spain, the third date in Montreux,
Switzerland, and a week spent together in the Swiss Alps.
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Drew Hayeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15543382545044253366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727721145032414049.post-67516298895506284292014-06-16T00:55:00.001-07:002014-06-16T00:55:26.120-07:00My Fathers Legacy<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
My father has accomplished many great things in his life. I would like to take a little time to share some of those and point out his highest achievement yet.<br />
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Career - Service and Leadership<br />
Some would point to the awards and accommodations he earned while working in the Kentucky National Guard these past 30 years. Take one look around his office and you see award after award, which speak of his excellence as a soldier, leader and officer. He has been a mentor to many young soldiers, helping them along the way. In his service, he earned the respect and trust of his colleagues in Kentucky and across the nation. He is an exemplary leader constantly encouraging his peers, colleagues, and friends to lead better. Perhaps most impressive is the attitude he takes after having received these accolades. He remains a servant. He does not expect praise or even enjoy rewards and prizes but continues to faithfully do the work before him with humility. He always sought how he might serve those he leads. This is the true mark of a leader and a lesson that I am proud to say my Dad taught me. <br />
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Marriage - Love and Sacrifice<br />
In listing my Dads accomplishments, you cannot miss his marriage. If you have met my parents there is no question that they love each other. The way he looks at her and smiles a secret smile that only they share. It's captivating. I wasn't there, but I am sure it is the same look he had in his eyes on their wedding day. And this is no accident or just a coincidence. It took intentional work to guard that love and develope it into the kind of love that make other people jealous and ask how did you do it? I asked my Dad once that very question. His answer is in itself a testament to his legacy, "It wasn't easy but I had to learn how to love her more than myself. I had to love sacrificailly, giving up my wants to put her first, to listen to her wants and needs, and it's exciting because as we've both grown as our relationship has developed and changed. I'm still learning how to love her today." <br />
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Family - Fatherhood and Manliness<br />
My Dad likes says that the best thing he could do for his kids was make sure they knew he loved their mother. As a kid, I didn't appreciate watching my Dad come into the kitchen after work with flowers and "smooch" my Mom. As an adult, I recognize the truth and wisdom of this. If you question the impact this might have on kids, take a look at my siblings and I. My sister is a wife, mother, and amazing woman. She loves her husband and kids with grace, intelligence, and a sense of humor that looks for new ways to bring joy into her loved ones lives. My brother is a member of the National Guard, following in my Dads footsteps, and working on a Masters in IT Management. Much like my Dad he pours himself into the work given him, and always pushes himself to be the best he can. And me, well, somewhere along the way someone forgot to tell me that I couldn't make my dreams come true. I like to give my Dad credit for that. <br />
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Dreams - Perseverance and Faithfulness<br />
My Dad is a dreamer. He has been dreaming of sailing for over 30 years. Most of those years he lived in a land locked state and wouldn't even touch the water. A lesser man would give up that dream and look for something more practical. My Dad held onto his dream and nurtured it. He talked about sailing, read about it, and would plan future trips long before he had a boat or even the time to go sailing. Now he sails with the love of his life several times a year and is looking at buying a second boat to live on. If you ask him if this is what he dreamed of 30 years ago, he probably would probably just smile and show you the pictures from his latest sailing adventure.<br />
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As vast and impressive as these achievements are they pale in comparison to his greatest achievement in life. <br />
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Rodney George Hayes is a sinner saved by the grace of Jesus Christ. <br />
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It is the core of my Dads person. Not his service, leadership, love, family, dreams or character. No, the character of Christ has prevailed in his life. It has enabled him as a soldier and serviceman, looking to Christ as his example of a servant leader. He learned to love his wife as Christ loved the Church. I remember my Dad singing an old Phillips, Craig and Dean song. "I want to be like You (God the Father) cause he wants to be like me." I can proudly say that I know better what Jesus is like as a friend, servant, and Father because my Dad imitated and emulated Him for me. His dreams are as big as the God he loves and through his faith he finds the perseverance to hold onto them when life would have him despair. <br />
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My Dad will be the first to read this and note that he isn't perfect. He is just another sinner who lives in the grace that Jesus poured on us all when He paid the penalty for our sins. So I'll put it this way, my Dads greatest accomplishment was nothing that he did or earned, but rather a gift he received. He has used that gift well. I pray that I may do the same, because I want to be like Him.</div>
Drew Hayeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15543382545044253366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727721145032414049.post-90185982066036335312014-06-12T01:45:00.000-07:002014-06-12T01:45:35.341-07:00My Story<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<style type="text/css">P { margin-bottom: 0.08in; </style>“Telling stories of change to create
change.” That was the simple idea that started this project over
two years ago. The simple idea that by sharing stories of how others
were being changed and working to change that others might be invited
into it. Admittedly, I went into this looking to change others. I had
no idea how much these stories would change me. </div>
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produced, but that number could be multiplied 100 times and not begin
to scratch the surface of the stories I have heard. For every video
I've produced, I've met dozens of people and as I work along side
them, they share their stories. Not all of these stories make good
videos. Not all of them can be told in a blog. Most of them are
simple stories, the kind that nobody thinks about, just the stories
that we share with people as we go about life. Those stories which
inevitably turn into conversations that become grand moments of
realization, epiphany, and that bring to light truths you have known
but never had the words to express. </div>
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For every country that I travel to,
there is a story to that land and its people. I try to learn as much
as I can from people about where they live, hearing their stories
about growing up there. The problems they have and the dreams they
hold to. The history of the government and economy and how those
things have shaped and been shaped by the cultures of their people.
As I hear these stories, I relive the history of each culture and
people learning lessons from their success and struggles.</div>
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Through out all that time, I'm taking
pictures and video. Capturing the sights and sounds of the places and
people. Gathering the materials needed to tell some of the stories
that I have heard. I believe that video is a powerful story telling
medium because it can capture and represent the little nuances of a
place and person. I try to make each video do that, and to do that I
take in as much about each person and place that I can. Inevitably,
they each get under my skin and touch my heart. </div>
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After collecting the hours of video
needed to craft these stories. I sit down in front of computer and
try to communicate all that I've learned in 3-5 minutes. It's a
mental task, the review of every interview, shot, scene, and person
to see if they will fit the particular story. As I sit in the editing
room, I relive each moment again and hear the words of my friends
from each place. Watching and rewatching, honing until only the story
remains; but with each review the stories sink in deeper. I have the
privilege of not just getting to hear and see their stories once, but
to relive them dozens of times as I edit. </div>
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Inevitably, the majority of the
stories which I have heard are cut out from the videos. There isn't
time to tell them all and many distract from the main messages trying
to be communicated. I imagine this is one of the reasons that
directors release their own version of films, behind the scene, and
“making of” stories. The final released version doesn't tell it
all. Their are personal moments that have been left on the editing
room floor, and in those piles are perhaps the moments that were most
memorable and impacting to those creating it. I know that happens
with me. My favorite moments, shots, quotes, conversations, stories,
don't make it into the final cut, but in the “making of” story of
my life they are central.</div>
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I go through this process with each of
the stories I've told so to stay that I've been impacted by them is
an understatement. I've been “changed” almost seems too weak a
word. I've been transformed.
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If you were to look at me you might not
be able to identify any changes. Maybe even if you spend time with me
you might see the transformation, alteration, and growth. The changes
have been subtle. Like my videos, I've gone through an editing
process. </div>
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<b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">These stories have changed my life by revealing the truths of
this world</span></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">and giving me a way to share them. </span></span></b></div>
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Drew Hayeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15543382545044253366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727721145032414049.post-30575924431476893592014-05-31T00:00:00.000-07:002014-05-31T00:13:43.349-07:00Stage Hand<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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There is a struggle within me that has always been present. Even as a child it was there and through out my life you can see my differing answers to the same question. What is my place? What is my role?</div>
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Shakespeare said, "All the worlds a stage, and all the men and women merely players." Through out my life I've passed in and out of stage productions so the metaphor is familiar. But what is my part? Am I a lead? A chorus member? An extra passing in the background? Is my part advancing the plot line? Adding humor? Revealing the mystery that has been building?<br />
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In High-school and college I took the stage in several productions playing different parts, even taking the lead as Sky Masterson in Guys and Dolls. In How to Succeed in Business, my part was as a member of the chorus, but I spent hours developing the character figuring out how he should walk, stand, and even talk though he had no lines.<br />
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The struggle within myself, present even at that early age, is still here today. Is my part on stage or behind? Something within me longs to take the stage and the spotlight. To feel the glory of the crowd seeing my performance and receiving their accolades. At the same time, another part looks to stay in the wings, waiting for the lights to dim before moving onto the stage, arranging things for the next scene, and quickly sliding off before the audience sees, to remain unseen unknown.<br />
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In these productions, the same struggle emerges. With each video that is released, I look for the praise of others. I watch the comments and track each view. At the same time, I dig into each production without anyone seeing the hours spent in preparation for each day of filming, the late nights spent editing, and hours sitting in airports. <br />
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The struggle continues. One day giving my lines on stage and the next playing the stagehand. One day in front of the camera in a video update the next editing. Each day the question must be asked, "What is my role? What is my part today?" Regardless of the answer, no matter how many times it is answered differently, there is joy in knowing that I have a part. Like that eight year old looking from behind the curtain, I smile each day I can peek behind the curtain to see that my part, small as it may be, is connected to something bigger.</div>
Drew Hayeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15543382545044253366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727721145032414049.post-10947252760378455812014-04-11T04:21:00.002-07:002014-04-11T04:21:56.485-07:00To All I've Met and Left<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Today, I've re-read the words of Paul in Phillipians Chapter 1. I was reminded of you. Our time together was short. At times you may have thought it was too long. Still in that short time we shared, you giving to me your insider perspective and I looking in from outside. You offered your insights and thoughts, and I offered mine. We shared meals and laughter and stories. We have shared pain and joy at news received from far away. The time was sweet but too short to share so much.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Today we are not together, and I find Pauls words reflect my own heart.</span><br />
<br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">"How I long for you with the affection of Jesus Christ."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Strong words I know, yet true. I long to be re-united, to sit and listen to your stories, to share your favorite meal, to meet your neighbors, and again share life. </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">I do not wish to go back, to return to the past. No, I long to be re-united after this time has passed to discover how you have grown and changed.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I've been back in the US for almost 6 weeks, as I write this, back in my "home." In that time I've reconnected to many people who like you, I've shared with and am now away from. "Home is where the heart is." But how can a home be spread all over the globe like my heart? How is being able to see these friends and family each time like a "homecoming?" That answer I think lies in Pauls words. He has left part of his heart with the Phillipian people and so he longs to come "home" to them. I too have left part of my heart with you. You, with your unique personality and life lessons, touched my heart and took some of it with you. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">And now, as I travel and re-connect with pieces of my heart again, I discover how those pieces have grown and changed. The pieces I've left across the globe do not sit idle while I am away. They are living so when I see them again they will not fit exactly as they did before. Even though they don't match as they once did, they will always be part of my heart. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">So it is with you. Even though it means my heart has become this almost Picasso like sculpture of mismatched and mis-proportionate pieces, I am glad pieces of my heart are with you. And I pray growing with you.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">"And this is my Prayer: that your love may abound more and more in knowledge and depth of insight."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Your Fellow Servant,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Drew</span></div>
Drew Hayeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15543382545044253366noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727721145032414049.post-43817207225629057112014-02-08T00:40:00.000-08:002014-02-08T17:36:02.721-08:00Part of the Road - Repost<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"> I've done it more than I would like to and know that there is stilll more to come. Saying Goodbye. With my travels and work, I meet people, work with them for a while and then have to leave. We say, "Goodbye. I hope to see you again... maybe... sometime." The truth is that I don't know if I'll ever see them again. I went through this same process with the JC team last week. For the next two months, I will be living in an Ivorian home and at the end of that time, I'll say goodbye to this family as well. Only to move on and repeat the process. More adventures and new places and people. More goodbyes.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"> To leave here in Cote d'Ivoire is a long process. You go to everyone you know and spend time with them, share a meal, or just sit and talk. Eventually, you "ask for the road." You explain why you must leave and answer any questions. When will you return? What will you do? Will you get a wife? How will God use you? After everyones questions have been satisfied, they will "give you the road, but only part of the road." This subtle distinction carries a world of significance and import. The thought is that if they give you all of the road you will never return, but with only part you will certainly be able to find your way back to them.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"> It can be hard to leave people, to say goodbye. Especially if those people have had an impact in your life, as most people worth saying goodbye to have.I have friends who refuse to say the words, "Good-bye." Ever. I don't like goodbyes. They are hard and filled with awkward spaces where words should go but never seem to fit. But I think that maybe the Ivorians have something in their way of saying goodbye. Something that seems to making leaving not so permanent.</span></div>
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> As I travel the road, meeting different people and allowing them to speak into my life, if I only take </span><i style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">part of the road</i><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">, perhaps I'll find my way back to them again.</span></span></div>
Drew Hayeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15543382545044253366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727721145032414049.post-54310052491710604982014-01-29T06:14:00.003-08:002014-01-29T06:14:31.432-08:00Past, Present, and Future - January Newsletter<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">January is always a month of reflection
for me. With the business of holidays, parties, and what not during
December, reflection is difficult. This year as I have looked back at
2013, one clear idea appears.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“It Works! Eurika! It Works!”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">This project, which started just as an
idea with many questions to be answered along the way, really works.
I wasn't always sure that it would. At the begging, I didn't know if
I could produce and travel at the same time. The amount of logistical
details to work out on top of the creative and technical needs seemed
almost impossible to me. But the past year has give me invaluable
experience. I've learned little tricks to same me time and improve
the quality of each production. All the these lesson have resulted in
a score of videos.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">In the past 12 months, I have traveled
to 9 countries and produced 30 different videos about life in Africa,
the people who live and work here, and about the change that is
happening here. These films are just starting to be used and shared
across social media. I've been encouraged by the positive feedback
they have been receiving. If you haven't seen them all you can view
them at <a href="http://vimeo.com/CADVideo">Vimeo.com/CADVideo</a></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The Present</span></div>
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Some of these films have yet to be
released, others are still on the editing table, while others are
finished but will not be distributed across Social Media for security
reasons. This past month I have spent nearly all of it editing,
trying to finish these stories so you can see and share them. To help
you do that for the next few months I will be posting a new video
each Monday. So keep an eye out for each #MissionMonday video and
share it with your whole network.
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If you are interested in viewing the
videos which will not be distributed publicly, I will be creating
DVD's with all of the videos from this past year. Every video, from 9
different countries along with all of my Video Updates and bloopers.
These DVD sets will be available starting in June for $15. If you
would like a copy please send me an email with your mailing address
and how many copies you would like.
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This next year is shaping up to be
another exciting year of productions, travel, and adventures. In
between editing sessions, I've been able to have pre-production
conversations setting up the next couple of trips. This February, I
will be heading back to the US of A for a few week for a little R&R
catching up with friends and family. After that I will be heading to
Mozambique, South Africa, and Rwanda for production shooting. As I've
been going through the pre-production process researching the stories
and getting to know the people I will be working with, I've started
to get excited for these new stories. I'm looking forward to bringing
all the skills, techniques, and lessons I've learned over the past
year to these stories in the hope that they will be effective
stories, creating change in the audiences that view these powerful
stories.</div>
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Your continued partnership in this
project is part of that. I cannot express how important it is to me,
to know that you are behind me, supporting me and this project. Thank
you. I hope that you are as excited for this next year as I am.</div>
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Your Fellow Servant,</div>
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Drew</div>
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Drew Hayeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15543382545044253366noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727721145032414049.post-71814961302138963602014-01-29T06:09:00.000-08:002014-01-29T06:09:43.739-08:00A Wedding Story<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqa_TYSk32FkNQDQn2bo0v3ljzWsHr04aanV_qzr46pO5mwmU6KircIKqGqiF3qVIshQYYJKeSuAgh3-yL-5PpvELzsfTkbozYQXDEwoAT7StA07C0W-bAqJEPllugkITaTxqLKj7mm1Q/s1600/E&C_Mariage103.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqa_TYSk32FkNQDQn2bo0v3ljzWsHr04aanV_qzr46pO5mwmU6KircIKqGqiF3qVIshQYYJKeSuAgh3-yL-5PpvELzsfTkbozYQXDEwoAT7StA07C0W-bAqJEPllugkITaTxqLKj7mm1Q/s1600/E&C_Mariage103.jpg" height="200" width="180" /></a><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">When my grandfather was first teaching
me about photography, he told me about working at weddings every
weekend as part of his photography business. Sometimes even two or
three in one weekend. He told me how with a simple 35mm lens and an
Olympus OMG he would run all over capturing the moments that people
would collect in albums and show for years to come. He told me that
doing that Photography work had taken something he “loved” and
made it a “job.” After years in the industry, he didn't want to
pick up the camera at family gatherings because he was tired of
holding the camera. He said, “If you really love photography then
don't become a photographer because it will ruin your love.”</span></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKVlc3IWLjqTzCWbz-2fPXl4KbpjjKZ9F4w9OwC_5xz_R4_VrPGpKy6VJvIjY7rEczOpud1CPjYf1KoUwqha7dsl1TFGlEWr685iCPreik_osy0niXgPIBMHkLfqg5F0NrrYDywTEtil0/s1600/E&C_Mariage110.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKVlc3IWLjqTzCWbz-2fPXl4KbpjjKZ9F4w9OwC_5xz_R4_VrPGpKy6VJvIjY7rEczOpud1CPjYf1KoUwqha7dsl1TFGlEWr685iCPreik_osy0niXgPIBMHkLfqg5F0NrrYDywTEtil0/s1600/E&C_Mariage110.jpg" height="133" width="200" /></a><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">I believed him. It is part of the
reason why I decided to study Video production and film making. It
was a way of working with visual media and cameras with out being a
photographer. I have avoided doing weddings at almost all costs. Even
when I could have easily gotten into filming and photographing
weddings, I avoided it because I wanted to keep my love for
photography intact, separate from work, to keep it sacred.</span></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBGROq3mR4Mrp4XaasOFSC1UXvk9P3qFpN58I-7G9WdMCNIJrQwue-uqTcdpstjlcIqu1FUJBrRUEY9056AC2qGcbimlsod6zfBpKdLd8zrrif7xjn3GGAsD9fHSBXZ4sZ2TDg0FxXDVU/s1600/E&C_Mariage172.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBGROq3mR4Mrp4XaasOFSC1UXvk9P3qFpN58I-7G9WdMCNIJrQwue-uqTcdpstjlcIqu1FUJBrRUEY9056AC2qGcbimlsod6zfBpKdLd8zrrif7xjn3GGAsD9fHSBXZ4sZ2TDg0FxXDVU/s1600/E&C_Mariage172.jpg" height="133" width="200" /></a><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">In the past year, I've shot 35 films
in a dozen different countries. Picking up the camera to make a video
is work. On average, it takes me between 60 and 100 hours of work for
each video I do. But there is no doubt that I love it. Not because it
isn't exhausting or because the weight of the equipment is so much
lighter today. Not because the locations are exotic or the images and
scenery captivating. No. I love it because it isn't about the camera,
the images, or the photography. The technical stuff is all used to
tell a great story. I wonder if Grandpa G knew when he told me about
keeping work and love separate that it would lead me to this work? I
doubt it.</span></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioj5VWyUW-1ymNPGgG7UDP-oQoN2rmhya4Mo5oSekOJkNUshUEwGKpo4BQi8GKY1WKy2wCyueoC1vRkhCYVxhI9jHkX-OJ0Z-bPsHcrDhmaKlkz66jCYQi2of2hku5YN1tROXug3mLk8M/s1600/E&C_Mariage128.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioj5VWyUW-1ymNPGgG7UDP-oQoN2rmhya4Mo5oSekOJkNUshUEwGKpo4BQi8GKY1WKy2wCyueoC1vRkhCYVxhI9jHkX-OJ0Z-bPsHcrDhmaKlkz66jCYQi2of2hku5YN1tROXug3mLk8M/s1600/E&C_Mariage128.jpg" height="200" width="133" /></a><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"> I doubt that he knew 15 years later, I
would be shooting a traditional Ivorian wedding. As I shot this
joyous and unique celebration, the memories of Grandpa G were very
close. Nor do I think that he thought back then that his photography
lessons would get me here. I am certain that this wedding was like
none he had ever photographed.
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energy needed to direct and position people in each photo took on a
new meaning as I tried to do that same thing in a foreign language.
His advice on how to position people all while making them
comfortable, moving their hands to avoid “sausage fingers,” and
adjusting the tilt of their head ever so slightly to catch the light
in just the right way was used a thousand times if I used it once.
The lesson that “Film is cheap. Keep pushing the trigger until you
get it right,” kept me shooting all day long. At every moment, I
was on my toes looking for the right shot because he had said, “Each
image should tell a story. Scenery is beautiful but put people in the
shot to give it character.”
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjy1g6zu6uKmJ3Wem9-q1hcYLmz4gaZJC_Dmzd8WkcFE7nbpZX-h4FXlvWCcqYlQOdIzUI_j_Wivf7ajhFU4qr3XpkQ8qhm7LmvhwvSmrKnU9RqyGB8_JahenuNEBCbwQRmGLJxSsCt_o/s1600/E&C_Mariage266.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjy1g6zu6uKmJ3Wem9-q1hcYLmz4gaZJC_Dmzd8WkcFE7nbpZX-h4FXlvWCcqYlQOdIzUI_j_Wivf7ajhFU4qr3XpkQ8qhm7LmvhwvSmrKnU9RqyGB8_JahenuNEBCbwQRmGLJxSsCt_o/s1600/E&C_Mariage266.jpg" height="133" width="200" /></a><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Now as I look at the finished and
edited photos, seeing the smiles and thinking of how these images
will be shared, and the stories that will be told along with those
images, I can't thank Grandpa G. enough for what he gave me. He
didn't teach me how to make photographs.
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-qJ_l3dfnrgQ1JkxTkJCh5IZRnZ4ZokzXRIW52WLkkD3WZoqCT7hahsm7XvNk48GeZ07PA8beSkEHlIfCT-UO3N9KazWBBGkP780RT_UKqfA_TrPqXJNYqTarBzyjGKJM-MaOK_yDKW0/s1600/IMG_3412.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-qJ_l3dfnrgQ1JkxTkJCh5IZRnZ4ZokzXRIW52WLkkD3WZoqCT7hahsm7XvNk48GeZ07PA8beSkEHlIfCT-UO3N9KazWBBGkP780RT_UKqfA_TrPqXJNYqTarBzyjGKJM-MaOK_yDKW0/s200/IMG_3412.jpg" width="200" /></a><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The holidays are a time for being with
family. As with most aspects of my life this looks different than
most would think. This past week, Thanksgiving, I was alone. Because
of scheduling conflicts with travel and filming, I was unable to
attend a Thanksgiving meal with the other American missionaries here
in Uganda. Instead, I went out to sushi with a new friend.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The rest of the day, I enjoyed the
quiet of a day by myself. This solitude allowed me to think over the
things I was most thankful for and the blessings that God has brought
into my life this past year. The answer was loud and clear. Family.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">For many this is a cliché and typical
answer. For me though it seemed a little odd seeing as I was alone on
this family holiday. Even more odd considering that it has been over
6 months since I saw my family, and in the past 2 years I've been
with them a total of less than 2 weeks. Add to that oddity the fact
that I am in living in a cultural context that place great importance
on family. Your family name always comes first. When greeting people
after hello you ask, “How is your family?” even if they are
complete strangers. Here for many family is their retirement plan.
When you grow old it is assumed that your children will provide for
and take care of you. Family are expected to be involved in all areas
of your life from what you do each day, to major decisions like where
to go to school or who you marry.
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">In the past year, I've visited a lot of
people. I've been welcomed into home after home filled with loving
families. And then I leave. After a few days, I say goodbye and move
on to the next place. I am constantly meeting strangers, working with
them for a while and then parting ways. Not exactly the typical
picture of family for an American or African. So how can I thank God
for family when to all appearances family is not part of my life? Who
are the people integral to my life? Who is this family I am thankful
for?</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Jesus asked and answered this question
for Himself in Mark 3:31-35. Surrounded by a crowd as he taught,
Jesus' family arrives to take assert their responsibility of caring
for Jesus. The things Jesus has been saying have shamed and
dishonored the community leaders and teachers. So His family arrives
on the scene to set Him straight and resolve the conflict. When they
are announced, Jesus' response is surprising.
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">“'Who are my Mother and brothers?' He
asked.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Then He looked those seated around
him and said, 'Here are my mother and my brothers. Whoever does God's
will is my brother and sister and mother.'”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">In these words, Jesus has redefined
family. He has expanded the word. The title of mother and brother,
His blood and kin, the ones he is united to socially and
economically, the ones most dear to each other, is extended to
include any all who follow the command of God. He has expanded
'family' from those we have spent decades building a unique bond with
and invited in complete strangers to this sacred assembly.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I'm so glad He did. It is because of
that extension that when I thank God for my family I think of people
who don't share the same DNA, don't have the same skin color, don't
speak the same language, don't sing the same songs, don't have the
same traditions, play games as varied as the types of homes they live
in, live around the entire globe, and most of whom have never met. I
think of
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Pierre – A pastoral student in
Senegal, who writes his own blog to help other grow in their faith.
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Yeo & Awa Yeneyalla – the family
I lived with in Cote d'Ivoire.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Ravenswood Covenant Church – This
family has supported and encouraged me in ways that words fail to capture.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Bruno and Chris – Ugandan brothers
who I just saw again for the first time in 5 years.</span></span></div>
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craziest people ever all committed to learning, stumbling, and
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over the course of my travels. I've only spent a little time with
each of them but they have been added to the weird, quirky,
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can't wait to meet all the rest of them. When I do that will be a
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Drew Hayeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15543382545044253366noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727721145032414049.post-79711422549295144402013-12-01T07:50:00.000-08:002013-12-01T07:50:06.193-08:00I Asked the Lord...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I love Hymns. One that has recently caught my attention is "I Asked the Lord." The lyrics of this song beautifully relate one of the greatest truths and themes I have discovered in this adventure of travel, production, and missions. <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0cnEDUMfPXs" target="_blank"></a></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I asked the Lord that I might grow
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In faith and love and every grace,
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Might more of His salvation know,
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And seek more earnestly His face.
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‘Twas He who taught me thus to pray,
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And He, I trust, has answered prayer,
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But it has been in such a way
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As almost drove me to despair.
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I hoped that in some favored hour
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At once He’d answer my request
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And, by His love’s constraining pow’r,
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Subdue my sins and give me rest.
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Instead of this, He made me feel
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The hidden evils of my heart
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And let the angry pow’rs of hell
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Assault my soul in ev’ry part.
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Yea, more with His own hand He seemed
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Intent to aggravate my woe,
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Crossed all the fair designs I schemed,
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Humbled my heart and laid me low.
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“Lord, why is this,” I trembling cried;
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“Wilt Thou pursue Thy worm to death?”
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“I answer prayer for grace and faith.”
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“These inward trials I employ
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From self and pride to set thee free
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That thou may’st find thy all in Me.” </span></div>
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Drew Hayeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15543382545044253366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727721145032414049.post-44391775074234394022013-10-21T22:10:00.001-07:002013-10-21T22:12:24.638-07:00Sweet Chaos<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I was told before beginning this journey that it would be chaos. Not
chaos in the sense of the world falling apart and the sky crashing down
on my head. This chaos comes from a lack of normality. There is no
normal in my life, one day looks different than the last, each week
brings something new, and to try and figure out what I'll be doing a
month from now ... well solving quantum physics is easier. <br /> I've
been traveling since February, and in that time the longest, I've slept
in the same bed is 2 weeks in a row. There is always a new trip, an un -
scheduled shift in housing, or a need to get a different shot for a
video. When I'm not working on productions, I spend what is left of my
energy, just trying to figure out how to do "normal" life things. Where
is the bathroom, how do I work this toilet, what can I eat, where will I
sleep, where is the light switch, is there even a light switch, does up
mean on or down. That is the chaos I was warned of. The constant tension
of always answering those same questions and the answers always being
different. It's the chaos of a million simple little questions
constantly being asked.</span><br />
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I was warned about this chaos and cautioned to guard myself against
the fatigue it would bring. But no one told me about the other side of
this chaos. Perhaps they didn't know or perhaps they had never seen it
themselves. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"> In chaos there is peace.</span><br />
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When I find myself overwhelmed by all those little annoying life
questions and the tension building, the only thing I can do is simply
say, "I don't know." In those words something changes, my grasp on
control and understanding is released and the things I held onto to
trying to balance and orient myself are let go. Empty handed I enter
into each new situation.</span><br />
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And in that emptiness, peace is found. I have to ask other people
constantly for help, and in my dependence I discover the joy of finding
people more concerned for me than I am. Empty handed, I can be delighted
by the simple realization that the light bulb has to be screwed in for
the light to work, or that by simply flipping the switch up, I can get
hot water for my shower. More often than not in letting go of knowing
the answers, I discover that the question wasn't really important any
way. </span><br />
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Chaos produces uncertainty. Uncertainty produces loss of expectations.
Loss of expectation produces simplicity. Simplicity produces peace. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"> My life is chaos and it is sweet.</span><br />
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Drew Hayeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15543382545044253366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727721145032414049.post-49192930455451818202013-10-21T01:16:00.000-07:002013-10-21T01:16:33.135-07:00October Newsletter<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This project started just over a year ago. On this anniversary, the things that have changed stand out. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Travel: In the past year, I've traveled over 50,000 mile many of those by plane. So airports have become familiar haunts. You know that excited, familiar, and comforting feeling that you get when going "home for the holidays" I get that feeling going to the airport.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Language: A year ago, I couldn't speak French. Now, while my ability to express myself and understand others is limited, I regularly have broken, fumbling, humorous, and enjoyable conversations. When I meet someone, the first words that come to mind are, "Bonjour! Comment ca va?" </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Questions: When I first arrived in Africa last year, I was asking a lot of questions. Questions like: How do I do this? Is it possible? What is it going to look like? How do I capture these complex stories and present them in videos? Over the past year, many of those questions have been answered. My questions today are slightly different: How can I keep doing this? What are new ways to tell these stories? How do I manage the workload and get all these projects done? How do I keep from missing stories as I focus on production?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Production: Before this year, I had only made three videos on missions work, one being my senior project at University. Now there are over 20 films that have been completed as part of this project and new videos are coming out about every two weeks. These videos have been viewed online over 3000 times and those numbers continue to grow. If you haven't seen all of them you can check them out here: </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">www.vimeo.com/CADVideo . As you keep sharing these videos, I hope that we may reach 10,000 views by the end of the year. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">To list all of the things that have changed would make this letter far too long. I have grown and learned and developed and been changed by the people, places, and things that I have met along the way. All this change makes those things which have not changed stand out in relief. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">One year in and I still love these stories. I see Gods work in changing people, in changing whole communities, in changing hearts and I get inspired. I go, "Wow I want to tell that story. I want others to hear this story that they can be challenged to change too." My passion, my drive, my desire is still the same today, perhaps even great than when I first began. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Another thing that stands out, unchanged from the beginning of this project, is you. You have been part of this from the beginning. Your support continues to encourage and sustain me. When I read the comments you leave on the videos and see you sharing the videos with your friends and family, I smile knowing that because of your involvement this project is succeeding. I am excited for this next year. Excited to see what happens with this project and to see what happens as we continue to work together. Thank you for being part of this past year and continuing on with me into this next year. Thank you so very much. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Your Fellow Servant,</span></div>
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Drew Hayeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15543382545044253366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727721145032414049.post-90873325652706607272013-10-13T08:54:00.000-07:002013-10-13T10:52:37.417-07:00Excessive<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;">Excess is described in the English dictionary as "an amount that is more than necessary or permitted, lacking moderation." My mother warned me about excess, "Everything in moderation." Don't eat too much, don't work too hard, don't rest too much. The Apostle Paul advised against excess when he instructed, "take a little wine for your stomach." As I travel and work I am often warned against excessive amounts of work lest I "burn out." </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;">So the thought that God is excessive never crossed my mind. It feels foreign and wrong to say that God is excessive, but today I was struck by this truth. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;">Today I went scuba diving off the north Kenyan coast near Malindi. The reef is protected from fishing and claims over 1000 different fish species as well as over 100 different corals. I was able to take two dives with a cumulative dive time of just under 2 hours, so I didn't even begin to see all of these varieties. Never the less, I saw hundreds of different types of fish and sea life. From tiny fingernail size fish living in anemones to 15 foot wide coral displays the reef was alive with diversity. As we drifted along the reef watching iridescent snails, leaf fish, neon sea slugs, scorpion fish, angel fish, halo fish, puffer fish, parrot fish, moray eels, manta rays, and lobsters the only word to describe the scene is excessive. There is no need for so many different varieties of fish. Not only that but there is no need for the intricate and delicate designs in each one. This under water world is rarely seen and not until the last 50 years with the advent of modern diving technology was this world even viewable. The world of excessive and ornate beauty was hidden. If that's not excessive I don't know what is.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;">Once back on dry land, I started to think about the differing Ecosystems of our terra firma world. Not one of them is simple, but dependent on thousands of species of flora and fauna for it to be sustained. Again the beauty and intricacies are excessive. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;">Then I looked sky ward. I remember watching a Sci-fi movie once were they were discussing the existence of the life on other planets. One of the characters said, "We'll, if there isn't life somewhere else in the universe; it's a massive waste of space." In other words all that emptiness, all those un-inhabitants worlds with their beauty and grandeur and unknown and un viewable wonders are excessive. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;">I can only imagine that a world with so many excesses comes from a God who is just as excessive. He is not moderate. He is excessive. In all of His actions He does more than just enough. He didn't create just a small path across the Red Sea for Israel, that was just big enough. Through out the history of Israel, Gods excessive nature is shown again and again. His excess is not limited to beauty and blessing, but is also seen in His wrath and judgement. For what seem like small offenses to me, He wiped out thousands of His own chosen people. He does more than what is necessary and sometimes does more than what is permitted. </span></div>
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Summers are a time for vacations, road trips, ice cream, and being with
friends. Mine didn't look exactly like that but it was filled with many
adventures. For the past 5 years, I've worked with a company to produce
souvenir/travel-log videos for 4 leadership camps in Europe. Each camp
focuses on a different age group and gives them experiences and seminars
on leadership. The goal being to help them to become leaders in their
schools, homes, volunteer organizations, future jobs and lives. While
working with these camps takes me out of Africa and away from producing
the stories there, it always is a highlight to my year.</div>
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Besides the amazing scenery in locations like the Spanish coast, Swiss
Alps, and Austrian lakes the summer offers me a chance to serve in a
different capacity. While working with these camps to produce videos I
am able to serve the students, counselors, and directing staff. To find
out why that excites me you can read <a href="http://cadprovideo.us2.list-manage.com/track/click?u=b0e405f9abc98e3b804a82e15&id=defba3ce7e&e=804114996e" style="color: #984b54; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">the whole story</a> over on the blog. (<a href="http://cadprovideo.us2.list-manage.com/track/click?u=b0e405f9abc98e3b804a82e15&id=b3ff75c5c6&e=804114996e" style="color: #984b54; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">CADVideo.blogspot.com</a>)<br />
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Traveling in Europe has some great perks. One of the best is the easy
access to fast internet. While here I've been able to finish up editing
and upload some new stories from West Africa. You can check out the
latest stories at <a href="http://cadprovideo.us2.list-manage.com/track/click?u=b0e405f9abc98e3b804a82e15&id=6145fa0328&e=804114996e" style="color: #984b54; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">Vimeo.com/CADVideo</a> or click the links below.<br />
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<a href="http://vimeo.com/69018022">The Depths of Dominoes</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/cadvideo">Drew Hayes</a> on <a href="https://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.<br />
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<a href="http://vimeo.com/69018930">Baptist Hospital of Ferkessedougou</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/cadvideo">Drew Hayes</a> on <a href="https://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.<br />
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The time in Europe has been great, but it is time to get back to Africa. The fall is shaping up to be a busy one. <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_1836657047" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ">September 1st</span></span>,
I head back to Cote d'Ivoire where I will be working on editing videos
and doing pre-production for the fall. While I'm there a new team of
Journey Corps volunteers will be coming in. It's fun to think that one
year ago, I was in their shoes and now I can help with their
introduction to Ivorian life and culture. It will also be good to
connect with the friends and relationships that I have made over the
past year.<br />
In October, I will be beginning a tour of East Africa. The plans are
still being fleshed out but I'm excited to be able to visit Kenya and
afterwards Uganda. I am especially excited about returning to Uganda,
since it was there that the original idea for this grand adventure
began. Now I get to go back and do the work of the telling the amazing
stories that are happening there. I can't wait!<br />
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I say it all the time, but I am so thankful for you and your continued
involvement in this project. Your support means so much and helps keep
me moving. Thank you.<br />
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Your Fellow Servant,<br />
Drew</div>
Drew Hayeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15543382545044253366noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727721145032414049.post-46048623098724061522013-08-22T03:16:00.000-07:002013-08-22T03:16:06.426-07:00Summer Sun and Service<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Summers are a time for vacations, road
trips, ice cream, and being with friends. Mine didn't look exactly
like that but it was filled with many exciting adventures. For the
past 5 years, I've worked with a company to produce
souvenir/travel-log videos for 4 leadership camps in Europe. Each
camp focuses on a different age group and gives them experiences and
seminars on leadership. The goal being to help them to become leaders
in their schools, homes, volunteer organizations, future jobs and
lives. While working with these camps takes me out of Africa and away
from producing the stories there, it is always a highlight to my
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locations like the Spanish coast, Swiss Alps, and Austrian lakes the
summer offers me a chance to serve in a different capacity. While
working with these camps to produce videos I am able to serve the
students, counselors, and directing staff. I've taken to signing all
my letters and correspondence, “Your Fellow Servant, Drew.” This
reminds me and maybe others too that the goal of life is service.
Service has an interesting paradox. Simply put: The more you give
away what you have, the more you have.
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">My life is full. Full of activity. Full
of great friends and people. Full of conversations that challenge me.
Full of purpose. Full of responsibilities. Full of hope. I often
don't think that I can handle anything more. This is were the service
paradox come in. I could protect my already full time. I could see
myself as too busy to serve anyone else. At these camps it would be
easy. I'm not a resource teaching or a counselor keeping the students
in line. I'm the video guy and my responsibilities compared to the
others is pretty small. I hold a camera and edit a video. But if I
want to be a servant that means giving away my time, my energy, what
I have to others. So I sit with the counselors at lunch and talk
them, help them laugh off the stress of work, come up with ideas to
handle issues, and encourage them to pursue their own dreams. I sit
with the resources and hear about their families, and offer to help
them put together a video to help expand their businesses. I talk
with the leadership and brainstorm ideas about future camps and how
to improve for next year.
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am a servant. As I work to serve the people I am with, I find the
paradox true. I have more time to take care of responsibilities, or
tasks take less time than expected. As I give away time, I find I
have more. As I talk and share my hope, I find that I have more. As I
encourage others I am encouraged. As I serve others, I am served.
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Drew Hayeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15543382545044253366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727721145032414049.post-74252331969116204372013-08-15T06:04:00.003-07:002013-08-15T06:05:04.751-07:00In the Company of the Body<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvkXpvl6f8SUiJwu2GcMwGMZVByha4r0PQq8GHVvVrJr9f0Yl_1KKWS9LjhNQHqftAFa5j4wM1exWrb8Sflh69NuuiR4AOYDvjCuULzyCem7FyTzF8-m2KDPN8S85Had6i_d-1EO3qx24/s1600/Vienna_Church.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvkXpvl6f8SUiJwu2GcMwGMZVByha4r0PQq8GHVvVrJr9f0Yl_1KKWS9LjhNQHqftAFa5j4wM1exWrb8Sflh69NuuiR4AOYDvjCuULzyCem7FyTzF8-m2KDPN8S85Had6i_d-1EO3qx24/s200/Vienna_Church.jpg" width="200" /></a><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I've grown accustomed to not being able to understand what is happening during the church services I attend. Mostly, it is because I am a visitor and only there for one or two services. Also, the services aren't usually in English. So even if the liturgy is familiar, the language isn't, which means that I miss things through out the service. So each Sunday morning I know that I am going to have an entirely different experience than most of the participants.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Sundays can be exhausting rather that filling. Sitting 2, 3, or even 5 hours only guessing at what is happening, drains you mentally. Constantly watching to see how everyone else re-acts to something so you know what to do. Do I sit or stand now? Are we praying? Is this the sermon or just announcements about this weeks potluck? What passage are they reading? Is that even the Bible? I imagine that this was a common problem for the early church. New believers being brought into the synagogue or assemblies each week and not understanding the words being spoken let alone all the actions and ritual. Perhaps this is exactly the situation that Hebrews 10:24-25 is speaking about. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">So when my friends who I was visiting in Vienna, Austria said, "Sorry, our German isn't up to translating for you during the service." I just smiled and tried to assure them it was fine. I said, "I'm used to it. I just enjoy being in the fellowship of the body." I could have dreaded that Sunday morning like any other with its confused state and asking all those questions again. Instead, I've learned to love watching these services, to see the kaleidoscope of God's people worshipping in different ways, to see and hear how they fellowship together. When I stop looking for something to edify me, but how these people are being grown and edified, the service becomes something else. I find myself asking questions like this. How do they express joy here? Do these people really love Jesus? How do I see that love? How is their heart shown when they sing, pray, read or dance? How does this body of believers reveal Jesus in it's fellowship?</span><br />
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Drew Hayeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15543382545044253366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727721145032414049.post-2466806048279164792013-07-08T02:00:00.000-07:002013-07-08T02:01:05.290-07:00The Depths of Dominoes<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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In April, I got to visit with Tom and Lisa Seward in Kadiolo, Mali
West Africa. Besides being lighthearted and fun people they have a ministry that is often times hard to express in words. They work at building relationships and anything from blackboards, errands, motor-scooters, and
games of dominoes are options for entering into deep relationships with
people to impact and change their lives. One of the most noticeable things about Tom and Lisa is how well they fit into this ministry. From their past life, experiences, to their mannerisms and just view on life allows for and aids them in building relationships. And yet they don't see themselves as special. They simply see themselves as willing to serve and use what they have where God has placed them. (See "<a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=8727721145032414049#allposts" target="_blank">Super Christians a.k.a Missionaries</a>" for more on that subject.) <br />
The challenge of making this short documentary was to explore how they do this and what it takes to experience the depths of these relationships, while presenting the subtle question of, "Why couldn't you?"<br />
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<a href="http://vimeo.com/69018022">The Depths of Dominoes</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/cadvideo">Drew Hayes</a> on <a href="https://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.<br />
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Drew Hayeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15543382545044253366noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727721145032414049.post-75509582382064739002013-06-25T02:25:00.002-07:002013-06-25T02:25:25.763-07:00Visiting Niemene<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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that are closer to main traffic routes. After a few hours, you still
feel the difference; but you can't quite place your finger on the
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The noise is the same. Motos running
everywhere, children screaming, animals bleeting and crying, and at
least one if not two or three radios playing different music at the
same time. The amenities and architecture are the same. Squat pots
(glorified holes in the ground) for toilettes, no running water, bare
wire electricity in cement cinder block buildings standing next
gardens and fields for planting.
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Still the feeling persists. This place
is different. And then as you are walking around meeting the
principal of the primary school, the elders of the church, and
finally the Chief of the village; it hits you.</div>
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In the first 3 hours of your visit to
Niemene, you've waited in a boutique for 30 minutes getting
directions to the church from the 5 people who have been there all
day, been picked up by a stranger who turned out to know your friends
and took you to their house, visited the pastor, visited your friends
house and family, visited all the notable persons of Niemene and
greeted every other person along the way. The list seems too long for
the short amount of time, but not once in those 3 hours was their a
sense of rushing, no hurrying to the next thing, simply a calm
peaceful movement from place to place, person to person, meeting to
meeting. Anthropologists call this an event vs time focused culture
meaning that people finish one event first regardless of the time, be
it 15 minutes early or 3 hours late. In other words here in Niemene
and in other small villages, the pace is different.</div>
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But for me there is more than just a
difference speed to life. There is a reminder to slow down and
breathe, to see people and hear their stories, to leave the
production schedule and its demands behind and enjoy the moments
right here. This pace, while slower, leaves more room. More room not
to be filled with more activities and things, but to do things
differently, to appreciate each event, person, place, action, and
view as full gift. This slower pace allows and even creates fullness
and richness of life. And in my life which already seems to full,
this is a much needed reminder.
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Drew Hayeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15543382545044253366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727721145032414049.post-76830936018770016132013-06-25T02:24:00.001-07:002013-06-25T02:26:33.893-07:00Super Christians a.k.a. Missionaries<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Every missionary, I know or have met,
cringes at the term, “Super Christian.” And many believers in the
US don't like the term either, but use it none the less. As if, just
by serving over seas, that person has some how become better, more
spiritual, faster, stronger, like the 6 million dollar Christian man.
Missionaries humbly defend, “I'm just like any Christian. I'm not
special and definitely not perfect. I'm just doing what God 'called'
me to do.” I even know one missionary who refuses to use the word
“calling,” to avoid the inference that God has given them a
uniquely, special, and more important task.</div>
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Through out my travels and productions
working with missionaries, I can confirm that they are not perfect.
I've never met a more motley, disarrayed, diverse, damaged, and down
right weird group of people than missionaries. Just live in their
homes for a few days and you'll see that very clearly.
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And still people persist, as did one
visiting pastor from the United States. He came to help lead a
spiritual renewal conference for missionaries, (a conference which by
its very existence and necessity points to the fact that missionaries
are no different and also need to be refreshed, renewed, and
encouraged as others). After a time of sharing prayer requests and
praises, He applauded the group, “You all are amazing. Listen to
yourselves. You just praised God for the church you built this
weekend, and for the fear God removed when you husband took a team
into the jungle for a month. When we have a prayer time at our
church, people stand up to praise God for helping them pass a test,
and that their Nana's coming to visit next week. You guys don't like
to to admit it but you are super.”</div>
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The difference is notable, but not so
great in reality. There is really only one difference between these
missionaries, these so called “Super Christians,” and the people
that fill the pews of many churches in the states. Willingness. In
all the missionaries, which I have met, that is the one constant in
their stories. Some are skilled and other aren't. Some are passionate
about evangelism and some dreaded leaving the states to serve over
seas. Some work in education, others in technical labor, and others
are glorified taxi-drivers. And yet all are willing. Willing to be
used by God. Willing to go. Willing to let God change them and mold
them through hardship and suffering. Willing to leave their friends
and family to follow Christ. Willing to give up what they can't keep
in order to gain what they can't lose. Willing to have their heart
broken for the things that breaks Gods. Willing to lose their own
identity in order that Christ may be seen in them. Somewhere along
their life they said, “Okay God, sure, yeah I'll follow you.”
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All the perceived superior
spirituality of missionaries is the reward of their willingness, of
that simple answer, yes. So... if that is the only difference; I have to ask the question, “Why aren't their more 'Super Christians'?”</div>
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Drew Hayeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15543382545044253366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727721145032414049.post-6382638017522171532013-06-05T14:35:00.007-07:002013-06-05T14:35:59.939-07:00June Newsletter<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I'm back in Cote d'Ivoire. It's been a crazy couple of months filled
with production, travel, and all sorts of adventures. After 3 months of
being “on the road” it's good to return to a familiar place and
reconnect with people here.</div>
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What Hasn't Happened</h4>
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The last three months have been a whirlwind of production and travel.
Certainly great things have been happening, but it's the events that
haven't happened that stand out to me and I'm most thankful for.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I haven't been robbed.</span></span></div>
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</span><div style="color: #505050; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 110%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I haven't gotten Malaria.</span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: x-small;">
</span><div style="color: #505050; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 110%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I haven't been too lost.</span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: x-small;">
</span><div style="color: #505050; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 110%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I haven't had any equipment fail.</span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: x-small;">
</span><div style="color: #505050; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 110%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I haven't run out of energy.</span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: x-small;">
</span><div style="color: #505050; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 110%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I haven't missed any flights.</span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: x-small;">
</span><div style="color: #505050; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 110%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I haven't been lonely.</span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: x-small;">
</span><div style="color: #505050; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 110%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I haven't run out of money.</span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: x-small;">
</span><div style="color: #505050; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 110%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I haven't been worried.</span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: x-small;">
</span><div style="color: #505050; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 110%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I haven't been injured.</span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: x-small;">
</span><div style="color: #505050; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 110%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I haven't been discouraged.</span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: x-small;">
</span><div style="color: #505050; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 110%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I haven't lost heart.</span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: x-small;">
</span><div style="color: #505050; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 110%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I haven't been attacked by bandits.</span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: x-small;">
</span><div style="color: #505050; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 110%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I haven't gotten on the wrong bus.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span></div>
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It is easy sometimes to only thank God for the things we see Him giving
us, but I'm learning that He is present also in the things which don't
happen. There are thousands more things that haven't happened to me,
that I am thankful for. </div>
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Restored, Refreshed, Refilled</h4>
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This past month I got the opportunity to return to the US and
participate with in my friend Stephens wedding. Knowing that I was going
to be back in the states for this event, I planned extra time to visit
friends and family. Over the course of three weeks, I traveled over 5000
miles not including the trip to and from Africa. And yet, I am amazed
at God's grace to give me exactly what I needed through this trip. You
can read more about how god Restored, Refreshed, and Refilled me over on the blog or go to my <a href="http://cadprovideo.us2.list-manage2.com/track/click?u=b0e405f9abc98e3b804a82e15&id=216c260a68&e=804114996e" style="color: #984b54; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">Instagram to check out pictures from the trip</a>.</div>
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Looking Ahead</h4>
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For the month of June, I'll be staying here in Cote d'Ivoire. During
that time I'm going to be editing many of the videos shot in the past
months as well as shooting 3 new productions. There just doesn't seem to
be enough time. And yet I continue to finish projects on time and share
stories.</div>
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The summer months don't let up on the schedule. In July, I'll be
traveling to Europe to again work with a leadership training camp. The
camps take place in Spain, Switzerland, and Austria offering leadership
formation to teens from around the world. I've been working with this
organization for 5 years now and always look forward to seeing those
people again and catching up each year.</div>
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I can't overemphasize how important you are to this project. Knowing
that you are part of this project keeps me motivated and encouraged to
continue working hard to tell these stories. Thank you.</div>
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Your Fellow Servant,</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Drew</div>
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Drew Hayeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15543382545044253366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727721145032414049.post-24848160220508166232013-06-05T11:55:00.004-07:002013-06-05T11:55:55.136-07:00And I would walk 5000 miles...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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This past
month I got the opportunity to return to the US and participate with
in my friend Stephens wedding. Knowing that I was going to be back in
the states for this event, I planned extra time to visit friends and
family. Over the course of three weeks, I traveled over 5000 miles
not including the trip to and from Africa.</div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgs8SnGRszXcvhy8ShkauLyKfLw3tOSCUBJ9sHM_QWUlPQlbm5NmaCIes7FERpODnwtfsEuXjIbPpBWLoW7dEa22eSCLL2NVlFJtcr0PhyjzbPVWQ0AY-37f2nk0TGpEvVMt6FB1xhEBU/s1600/248066_640123097659_551569797_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgs8SnGRszXcvhy8ShkauLyKfLw3tOSCUBJ9sHM_QWUlPQlbm5NmaCIes7FERpODnwtfsEuXjIbPpBWLoW7dEa22eSCLL2NVlFJtcr0PhyjzbPVWQ0AY-37f2nk0TGpEvVMt6FB1xhEBU/s200/248066_640123097659_551569797_n.jpg" width="200" /></a>Starting in Louisville, KY, I visited
with Stephen and Ashley (his bride to be) getting to know them as a
couple. Next, I drove down to Columbia, SC to visit my sister's
family. After a few days of wrestling and playing with my nieces and
nephews I drove on to Charleston to see my parents new house. They
moved this past year and it was fun to see them in their new
environment. For the weekend, I jumped on a plane headed north to
Chicago where I was able to see many friends and also attend my
church. Being able to share a greeting with the church there reminded
me how much I miss those people and how much it means to me to have
them behind me praying for me and encouraging me along the way.
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With the wedding fast approaching, I
flew back to Charleston and then drove back up to Louisville where I
helped Stephen and Ashley get all the last minute details in place.
The wedding was perfect. The weather, which had been threatening
rain, cleared out for the entire day. It was so good to be part of
this important day for Stephen and Ashley and be able to serve them
in a million little ways. </div>
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After the craziness of the preceding
two weeks, plus all the activities of preparing for a wedding, I
needed a little R&R. So my brother and I went rock climbing and
camping in Red River Gorge. Karena, the maid of honor from the
wedding, also got to come along; and even though she had never been
climbing before she did a great job. It was a great week of resting,
breathing in God's nature, and relaxing.</div>
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As I look back, I am realizing God's
grace to me in giving me exactly what I need when I need it. Being
able to see friends and family who I hadn't seen in almost a year,
restored me. Getting to serve Stephen and Ashley, refreshed me.
Climbing and camping in the gorge, reminded me of God's creativity.
This trip was a step away from my normal routine of travel, produce,
edit, travel again; and in these weeks as crazy and busy as I was,
God gave me new energy to dive back into this project and continue
the work of telling these stories.
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Drew Hayeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15543382545044253366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727721145032414049.post-36865921345270671862013-05-18T05:59:00.000-07:002013-05-18T05:59:17.926-07:00What Hasn't Happened<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The last 2 months of production have
been a blitz of shooting and travel. Meeting new people, hearing new
stories, and shooting great footage. Certainly some great things have
been happening, but as I look back on these weeks it's the events
that haven't happened which amaze me. This is what hasn't happened:</span></div>
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</span><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span>
</div>
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I haven't been robbed.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I haven't gotten Malaria.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I haven't been too lost.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I haven't had any equipment fail.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I haven't run out of energy.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I haven't missed any flights.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I haven't been lonely.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I haven't run out of money.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I haven't been worried.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I haven't been injured.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I haven't been discouraged.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I haven't lost heart.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I haven't been attacked by bandits.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I haven't gotten on the wrong bus.</span></div>
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doing, the actions He makes evident and visible. I have to ask myself
the question, Is He present in these absent events, these “ haven't
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climbing. Not true sport climbing, just low bouldering, since I was
going on my own. Beneath the light house of Dakar are sandstone
cliffs meeting the crashing of the Atlantic to form some of the most
interesting rock formations I've ever seen. Each day for the past
week I've been scrambling around on the rocks, cleaning off sand and
salt left by the waves to make some simple bouldering routes.</span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> On my last day, as I reached the top of
one of these routes, about 10 feet up, I flexed my legs to stand up
and prepare to climb back down. As I pulled with my arms and pushed
with my legs the rock I was holding snapped, sheering off the cliff
face. I spun mid-air to try and land on my feet as best I could, but
the landing area was uneven rock covered in thin layers of sand and
salt leading down another 15 feet to the water and the sharper rocks
that the waves had carved. My feet slid out from underneath me, but I
was able to scramble and catch myself with only mild scratches to my
lefts and hands. I brushed my self off and kept climbing.
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">It wasn't until later that I realized
the precariousness of that situation. It could have been much worse.
I could have hit my head and slid into the water or broken a leg been
stranded alone with no way to get back to help. But that didn't
happen.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">At different times in my travels people
have give me warnings to help prepare me for the risks and
probabilities. Get insurance for When, not if, you have something
stolen. Learn the signs of Malaria, so you can diagnose it When you
get it. Double check your itineraries and show up early because
flights get cancelled all the time. Be ready for, fill in the blank,
because that's just life here. I think you get the picture. The list
of “haven't happened” may seem a bit far fetched in the US but
for those I work with in West Africa they are inevitable realities.
But they haven't happened to me, and certainly not because of my
awesome vigilance and preparations. These things are as out of my
control as a rock breaking away from the cliff in my hands.</span></div>
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Drew Hayeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15543382545044253366noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727721145032414049.post-76601394543400025142013-04-08T02:17:00.000-07:002013-04-08T02:17:30.614-07:00Production Re-Cap - IBB<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.483009908431361.1073741825.161612087237813&type=3" target="_blank">Families are living and learning together at IBB.</a></td></tr>
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The last few months I've been on a production blitz shooting 8 different videos in 3 different countries. It's been awesome and looking at the images captured gets me excited to finish these videos and share these stories.<br />
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One of the pieces that I'm excited about is the video shot at IBB (<a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Institut-Biblique-B%C3%A9thel-de-Korhogo/161612087237813" target="_blank">Institute Biblique de Bethel</a>) in Korhogo, Cote d'Ivoire. IBB is a Seminary for Pastors and church leaders. They focus on holistic education knowing that the entire life of the pastor and his family is used by God to minister in their communities. I've shared a few frame grabs from the raw video on <a href="https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.483009908431361.1073741825.161612087237813&type=3" target="_blank">Facebook</a> so check 'em out. <br />
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Now the task is to take the 8+ hours of footage captured and turn that into a 5 minute story. If that sounds like a lot of work, it is. Not only that, but we are producing this video in 2 version, English and French, adding translation to the already heavy load.<br />
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That's why I'm glad to be working with <a href="https://www.worldventure.com/sslpage.aspx?pid=710" target="_blank">Jeff Frazee</a>, another WV missionary in Mali. Jeff is a trained photo Journalist and is working with an award winning drama team in Mali to help them learn how to take their 300 scripted radio dramas and turn them into video content. Jeff and this team are going to be editing these videos, giving them a real project to work and learn on. Its another unexpected and exciting outcome of the project. This story of how Pastors are being trained to impact and change their churches and communities in Cote d'Ivoire, is impacting the Drama team in Mali as they learn to produce their own videos.<br />
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That's what this project is all about. Telling stories of Change to create Change. </div>
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