Shrouded Moon

I am sitting on a porch in Blaine, MN, typing as the clock ticks.

There's a shrouded moon above, unsure whether it wants to nap behind a loaf of clouds or whether it should keep shining that toothy grin of his.

Only 1 hour 20ish minutes till we head to the airport (we're leaving at 2:00am to get there in time for our 6:00am flight). Before now, the Chinese mission, the Far Eastern adventure was simply a distant thought; but now it is for real. I feel ready ... thanks to Him.

Well, my friends the next post will be from my Beijing apartment. It's crazy to think that just a blink ago I was reading Horton Hears a Who in first grade, now I am on that springboard of adulthood, 1 hour and 16 minutes away from assuming flight.

His power, His peace, His love.
- m -

The Fu - Chu

There comes a time in a man's life when he ought to grow a mustache.

This was one of those times.

Pictured here are the men from Friends of China. We are not the most manly men on the planet, but we're trying to come together as a team and achieve unity via a display of masculine ugliness.

Laugh, applaud, cry ... the reaction is up to you.
But know that we can take the man out of fu-man-chu.