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May My Eyes See the Glory of the Lord

Brendan Scott

I’ve been reading on the roof of my house lately. It’s dirty up there, full of laundry lines and cat scratch, but I like it because I can see the city I live in. Xela’s a busy city and from my rooftop I can see people walking her streets, cars swerving around those people, and street dogs fighting over bags of trash. This is the physical world I live in, but I long to see so much more. I want to see with my heart and be open to the spiritual world.

Have you ever thought about what it might be like to be blind? When I was little, I used to be afraid of going blind. This fear typically surfaced after I’d been reading and my eyes would’ve focused in on the words, then I would look up and my surroundings would be a little blurry. This sacred me out of reading for a while. I’ve never wanted to wear glasses. I’m 25 and I still have perfect sight and I’ve always prided myself on that fact. I love being able to see God’s creation. The blues, greens, reds, oranges, and browns that paint the landscape of my life are colors I don’t want to live without. But lately I’ve been thinking about how there is more to life than what I can see. So what would it be like to be blind?

I’ve been reading “Pilgrim at Tinker Creek,” by Annie Dillard. It’s a hard book to read. My vocabulary isn’t that big and she hits on some real deep issues. One of the chapters deals with sight. She talks about how people who are blind from birth and then regain their sight have a hard time with spatial reasoning; the thought that a blind person may not be able to judge sizes and distances had never occurred to me. Without sight your connection to the physical world would be based on your other senses. Your understanding of the world would be completely different. As a person who can see I describe my experience living here on Earth by telling people about what I see. A blind person might describe their experience living here on Earth by telling people what they feel, physically or emotionally.
I might be wrong, but I think a blind person might be more in tune with God’s creation at times because he or she isn’t distracted by sight. In “A Wrinkle in Time,” by Madeline L’Engle, there are creatures that cannot see. They’re not blind because to be blind you would need to be created to see through eyes. They don’t need eyes because they sense everything. I’m reading this book with my sixth graders and when I read through the chapter with Aunt Beast, one of the creatures that can’t see, it hit me that there is more to my world than what I can see. We live in a spiritual world too.
I live in a world where I can only see the physical. But as the apostle Paul says, the physical that we can see doesn’t last but the unseen is eternal. L’Engle uses this quote in her book. She has Aunt Beast, the unseeing creature, utter the words, which I find interesting because Aunt Beast seems to be able to see the unseen. Minutes later I read this quote by Paul again, in another book I’m reading, “Waking the Dead,” by John Eldredge. Mind you this reading occurred on my roof in a single day. Like I said I like to go up to my roof and read because it is warm and I can see the mountains surrounding the city. I had just put down “A Wrinkle in Time” and picked up “Waking the Dead” and I was still thinking about not being able to see. It so happens that the chapter I’m on in “Waking the Dead” is titled Eyes of the Heart. Eldredge is talking about how we need to see with the eyes of our heart.
What does it look like to see with the eyes of your heart? This is just what I’m trying to figure out. I love being able to see, but I want to see more. I want to be in tune with the world the way Aunt Beast is in “A Wrinkle in Time.” I want to be able to see the glory of the Lord. I know that God has a plan for my life and I know that my heart and not my eyes will be able to see it. This is the prayer that I have for my life. That I slow down and look for God in everything. He is there and my heart burns when it senses him, but my eyes are unfocused and can’t judge what they’re seeing. I’m a blind person who has just received his sight and is having a hard time with spatial reasoning. I want to be like a blind person and rely on my other senses. Right now I’m looking at something that is totally foreign to me and I want my eyes to see the eternal glory of the Lord.

25th Birthday

Brendan Scott


This last Tuesday was my 25th birthday.  I can now rent a car; my car insurance rates have dropped, but I don’t drive anymore, so what’s the point.  Lately I’ve been thinking about how my life has been changing slowly and changing in some ways that are a bit more noticeable than the turning of an age from 24 to 25.  I think one change that is noticeable is the fact that I’m training for a half-marathon.  I remember stating very clearly to one of my friends that I would never run a half-marathon, but I guess I’m trying new things.

So last tuesday I also changed in age.  Some people think that a birthday is just another day.  I look at it as a celebration of life.  On the day I was born I nearly didn’t make it.  I was born way early and with highly underdeveloped lungs.  That may be why my mom remembered this is just the second time I’ve ever been away from my family on my birthday.
So each birthday is a true celebration of life for me.  God gave me this life and I’m very thankful for that.  Sometimes I think that I owe him just a little bit.  Maybe that’s why I’m here in Guatemala.
I hope that for whatever reason I’m here, God is pleased with all I’m doing.  I think he must be because he blessed me with a great birthday.  He typically does.  Like the year I went up to the mountains with the guys from my bible study or last year when I had a huge party at my Gradparent’s house.  For the last eight years I’ve had my birthday off from school or work, but this year I had to work, which wasn’t that bad.  It was fun being with my friends at work and all of my students.  I was sung to twice and one of my students gave me a box of toilet paper.  Two-ply!  After school I talked with my family on Skype.  They all looked older, no wait that was probably just me.  I now look like I’m at least 21.  
But like I said earlier I don’t think the big changes that God is making in me are numeral, but a little deeper.  A big change is how I am actively trusting God.  I still don’t know what I want to do with my life, but I’m going to stay here in Guatemala for another year and see what God has for me.  I trust that God will take care of me.  I trust that God has a plan for me here in Guatemala for at least another year.  I’m excited about that, just about as excited as I was for my birthday dinner.  For dinner that evening I went to a new restaurant here in Xela.  A good sized group of my friends came out to celebrate with me.  After the main meal I was still hungry, so it was fortunate for me that Kristin and Annie brought out the cake they’d made for me.  They designed it to look like a Denver Bronco Football helmet and I think it’s probably my favorite cake ever; I’m still eating it.  Over all it was a great birthday and even though I was away from all of my friends and family back in the states I still felt loved and blessed to see another year come to pass here in Guatemala.

Santa Maria!

Brendan Scott

Santa Maria is the Volcano that dominates the sky line here in Xela. Last night I dominated it. Or I guess you could say it graciously allowed me to make an ascent. Santa Maria towers above the skyline at 12,375 feet tall. It’s not the tallest volcano in Guatemala, but it is rather impressive. The ascent, 5,000 vertical feet from bottom to top, took us around four hours to accomplish. We started a little after midnight and got to the summit a little after five. You might notice that the time frame here doesn’t fit. The four hours is actual hiking time and does not count the 30 to 45 minutes we hid bellow the tree line to stay warm.

The hike takes you up through onion fields and burnt-out trees. All of this was hard to see at night even though we had a full moon. So with our head lamps on we reached the top and huddled together for warmth. Around 6 am the moon vanished beyond the horizon. Because we were up so high the moon looked as if it had several turquoise and orange rings circling it, so as it vanished it created a beautiful other worldly image. I have been reading A Pilgrim at Tinker Creek by Annie Dillard and she talks about how ancient Europeans used to think that birds would migrate from the moon. So I had this picture on my mind as I stared at the moon. If birds really did fly to the moon and back I think I’d want to ride with them. How cool would that be. Once the moon slipped away it took the sun about 45 minutes to break the mountainous horizon. It was a cold 45 minutes and the instant the sun appeared the temperature jumped about 10 degrees. With the light of the sun I could see all of the other volcanoes lining the horizon. They looked like large ant hills poking through a sea of clouds.

Right below Santa Maria is Santiaguito, which is a small active volcano. It erupts about every twenty minutes and so we waited for nearly an hour just to see it erupt. You can see it by walking to what is called the look out point. Because it is an active volcano it is dangerous to get too close. This look out point is on the west side of Santa Maria and so in the morning it is still a very cold spot. I froze as I waited for an eruption. Nothing. Just a couple puffs of smoke. Frozen stiff I gave up and walked back into the sun leaving Santiaguito out of sight. It erupted a couple minutes later. I guess that’s my luck. After a couple more pictures, we hiked back down. It took 3 hours and the constant down hill hurt my knees. I’m glad God invented volcanoes and gave me strong legs to hike them, two good eyes to enjoy his creation, and friends to share the memories with. The pictures above are from my trip so I hope you enjoy.

Challenging my self

Brendan Scott

I tend to dream about the weirdest things.  I’ve dreamt that I was a super model, blue steel anyone.  I also had a dream once that I could heal people.  I’m not Jesus and I’m not Zoolander, I just have weird dreams.  Lately I have been dreaming about eating meat.  The first dream happened about two weeks ago.  I was out to dinner with my friend Jon, he teaches middle school with me, and we were eating pizza.  I love pizza, especially pepperoni pizza, but in the dream I was shocked that I had just eaten a slice of pepperoni and I started to try to vomit.  The next dream didn’t happen until a couple of nights later.  This one was not as clear but still had the same point.  I was eating a piece of chicken and the same regret happened.  Finally this last Saturday night I had a dream that I was eating steak.  This steak was great.  Just thinking about it makes my mouth water.  It was moist.  It was perfect.   Yet halfway into my second helping of steak I realized what I was eating and I started to pull the meat out of my mouth like someone would pull tokens out of a skeet-ball machine.  

These dreams are weird, but they’ve come from somewhere.  I gave up meat about three weeks ago.  So in each dream I am facing something that I gave up.  Now before you start calling me a Vegetarian I want you to know why I gave up meat.  Have you ever wanted to challenge your self?  Basically I wanted to see if I could go without something I love for a month.  It is kind of like a fast but a little different.  One of the reasons I came down to Guatemala was to get out of my comfort zone.  I wanted to change and grow closer to God.  I have found that it is dang near impossible to grow closer to God when I’m comfortable.  I’ve tried to seek God most of my life, but when I’ve got it easy I tend to become complacent.  I don’t want to become complacent here in Guatemala.  Back in August when I first arrived life was challenging.  I was constantly looking to God for help.  Things aren’t so hard anymore.  I have friends, I have a good rhythm with my job, and most of all I like it down here.  So last Thanksgiving I started thinking about how I could challenge my self.  I decided to give up meat for a month.  Life as a vegetarian, if only for a month, isn’t that bad.  I’ve been eating more vegetables, which I like, and I’ve even tried Tofu, not half bad.  The hard part is when I’ve been invited to bbq’s, passing up hamburgers is not easy.  This has happened more than once.  And so the dreams have haunted me with the thought that I can’t stick to my goal.
Where has God been in all of this?  Same place he always is.  Right beside me.  While not eating meat might seem like a little thing and I’ll be honest it hasn’t been that hard.  I’m really seeing how God provides for me.  He has given me food every day that I have enjoyed.  This may seem simple, but if you think about it I decided to do something that I knew was different and God is rewarding me with good food and with a new perspective on the world.  I can now understand what it is like to not have meat.  With all of this said I do I look forward to having my first taste of meat around my birthday in February, but I can now say that I can do without the things I like because God provides me with what I really need.

Excited For A Change!

Brendan Scott

I’m back in Guatemala and excited about a few things.  Christmas break was great and really helped me reenergize.  I won my fantasy football league a couple of weeks ago and was able to celebrate the win with my family!  Being with my family was amazing.  We played games, watched movies, and talked.  This was exactly what I needed.  Hanging around my family really made me excited for life in Guatemala.  Life down here is a challenge and I feel like God is constantly changing me.  Life back home for my family is changing as well; its an exciting time.

My older sister Katie, who I got to visit while I was home over Christmas, is pregnant.  She should pop in about two or three weeks.  I’m so ready for the little girl to come into the world.  This will be such a cool change for my family.  When I was home everything we did had something to do with the kid.  I’m ready for this change, ready to spoil my little niece, and see her grow in Christ.  I know that Katie and Michael, her husband, are ready for her to wake them up at all hours of the night, ask to be held, and fed.  I know bringing a life into this world is kind of a scary thought, such a huge responsibility, but I’m positive that my sister and bro-in-law will do fine.  I’m positive that she will bring such joy to their lives.  The only thing that I’m not really that excited about is the fact that I wont be able to meet her until June.  I’m going to miss out on the biggest change to come to my family in a decade or so, but I’m confident that God has me right where he wants me.  
Like I said I loved seeing my family while I was home, but by the end of the break I was ready to head back.  I got to see how God is using my dad in South West Denver.  His church is growing and things seem to be following God’s will.  I hope that someone will be able to say the same thing about my life and my job here in Guatemala.  I guess the excitement in that last statement is knowing that as long as I seek God he will be glorified.  I’m challenging my students to trust him more and I guess I’m doing the same thing.  I’m excited to be where I am right now and I’m joyful because God is changing me, making me more into the man he crated me to be.  A big change is coming and I’m ready.

Last Day in the Guate

Brendan Scott

Finals wrapped up about two hours ago.  I’ll hop on a buss for the city (Guatemala City) in another two hours and then I’ll fly home tomorrow morning.  I’m rather shocked that my first four and a half months are over.  I feel like I’ve learn a lot and am very ready for a break.  I’ll be in Colorado for most of my Christmas break, save for a weekend in Tulsa for the Rice wedding, so if you want to hang let me know.  But before I fly out I wanted to write my last blog of the semester.  I’ve tried several different styles with this thing, and I hope you’ve all enjoyed it.  This is a list of the 10 most important things I’v learned while living in Guate, so have fun reading!

Never say you’ll race a 6th grade student and then loose.

Always dance at your students christmas parties.  Always.
Tacky Christmas Sweaters are to be worn at Tacky Christmas Sweater Parties with friends and not out in public.
Always hike with friends.  Never hike alone.

Never be afraid to jump, the waters not that cold.
When the Teacher asks you to dress up for a presentation, you should do it.
If you can grow a stache do it, if you can’t, do it.
If you see a funeral procession walking towards the cemetery join in and have some fun!
Catholics enjoy processions and you should too.
Don’t ever go anywhere expecting to remain the same.

Walking and my driving addiction

Brendan Scott

Hello, my name is Brendan Scott and it has been four months and eleven days since I last drove a car.  Or as my students might say, “drived a car.”  Before I left for Guatemala I didn’t know I was addicted to the open road; the high speed freedom of 70 mph and a full tank of gas.  But I quit that high octane ride, cold turkey, for a much slower means of transportation.   Walking.  

Besides the morning ride on the micro (pronounced meek row) bus, which takes me to school.  I walk everywhere.  First I walk to the bus stop.  Then I walk to the middle school building, which involves a nice flight of steps down a beautiful hill.  Then I walk around my classes, while helping my students learn that it’s drove and not drived or loan me, not borrow me.  I’m also trying to teach them that I wont let them barrow tissue paper, because I sure don’t want it back after they blow their noses in it.  But the thing I hear the most while I’m walking around my class room is a simple question.  My students constantly ask, “Can I go to the bathroom.”  Frankly I don’t know if they can or not.  I’m not their doctor, so I don’t know their medical history.  I can’t tell what they can or cannot do.  But if they really need to go I tell the they may go to the bathroom.  It is fun having the power of permission.  After school I ride the bus to the gym.  At the gym I lift weights and run.  Then I take a nice twenty to thirty minute walk home.  On the walk home I pass three pinata shops, two other gyms, two hot dog stands, a beer factory, a park with a big star of David in the middle, and several hundred Guatemalans speeding by in their cars.  

Seeing a car gives me the shakes.  I want to drive rather badly.  I know the benefits of walking everywhere.  I feel healthier and I’ve probably saved a ton on gas, which is good because my stipend definitely couldn’t cover how much I was spending on gas before I left.  I was so addicted to driving I was traveling from Denver to Boulder almost three times a week. That drive had nothing to do with wanting to see my friends.  Now I walk everywhere and I’ve started having dreams about driving.  I guess the old saying of you never know what you’ve got until its gone is true for me and my car.  I’ll be back in Colorado in a week and I think the first thing that I want to do is drive.  Maybe then I’ll miss my daily walk home from the gym and all of the crazy drivers that swerve to try to hit me.  But for now I am longing for home, not to stay their permanently, but to be able to drive around for a little bit and recharge my battery.

Thanksgiving!!!

Brendan Scott

Happy Thanksgiving!!  This was my first Thanksgiving away from my family and so I really didn’t expect to eat well.  I also expected to be a slight bit lonesome, but as these pictures will show you I was neither friendless or foodless over Thanksgiving.

These are the friends I got to share my thanksgiving meal with.  The Parents at the school provided a huge Thanksgiving meal for everyone, almost 300 people, and the food was
 amazing!
This was the massive amount of food the parents provided for the teachers.  What a great way to celebrate an American holiday in Guatemala.  I also had a large dinner on Thursday over at my friend’s house.  Both times I left thinking that I never needed to eat again.  That’s a Feast.
And finally this was how I spent my Thanksgiving day.  I hiked up La Muela (The Muller) with some friends.  It was a beautiful hike and I had a great time.  Thanksgiving to me is about friends, family and food.  I usually spend my Thanksgiving eating and eating and watching football and eating some more.  All done with and around my family.  This year I didn’t have the opportunity to be around my family, but as you guys can see I  was blessed with a few friends to spend my Thanksgiving break with, and sometimes friends are as good as a family.  I want to close with a question.  What is Thanksgiving to you?  

Prayer

Brendan Scott
Sometimes I feel infatuated with God.  My love can be a fleeting feeling.  I want more than that for my life and the love I fill with it.  I want to love deeply and love with reason.  I want my heart to beat in rhythm with God’s, like a guitar strumming in rhythm with God’s drum beat.  My heart desires to express my love for him when I’m worn out and broken.  To love him when I’m full of awe and gladness.  My love should be deep, maybe as deep as the sky and as close as the air.  I know that at times it’s not.  I worry about what others think of me.  I know friends don’t satisfy the way God does.  I don’t want to worry, I want to be profound and to live with a strong secure love.  
Can I find joy in the simple things?  Sheets that fit.  Air to breathe.  Legs that carry.  Mountains to hike.  Hands that write and feel.  Eyes to see.  Sunsets to view.  Mouths to feed.  Mouths to chat.  Conversations in spanish.  Conversations in English.  A child’s laughter.  Ears to hear.  A child’s cry.  Friends that cry.  Friend’s laughter.  Friends to love and be loved by.  Too often I look past these moments and float on with the breeze.  My feelings flutter with the wind.  I don’t want to fly where the wind blows.  I want to be firm, yet changeable, because God’s love is at work in my life.  Changing me to be alive in him.  Making me more than I am right now.  
This is a prayer I’m praying for my self.  There’s a couple more days until Thanksgiving break.  I’m ready to sleep in and have a long weekend.  I’m pretty sure my kids are ready for the break too.  After Thanksgiving there’s only three weeks until Christmas break.  This semester is flying by and God has really taught me tons.  I can’t wait to see what’s next.

Friendships

Brendan Scott

I’ve been thinking a lot about friendships lately.  I guess I’ve had friendships on my mind because I’m relearning how to make them, in a new culture none the less.  I’ve found out that making friends here is very similar to making friends in the states.  It takes time.  Fortunately I’ve been down here for a little over three months and I’m starting to make some good friends.  Yesterday I went to a beach called Champerico with a couple of my new friends; Laura, who graduated from Union High School in Tulsa, and Kristin, who also goes by the name Scarface because she has a nice Harry Potter scar on her forehead.  

While I was at the beach the crashing of the waves started me thinking about how people change when they make friends.  Each time a wave crashes in on the beach sand is dragged back out to sea and the beach is changed.  Maybe its only a slight change, but a change none the less.  The sand that was loosed from the shore is now out to sea.   There is no stopping this beautiful natural process.  Until the end of time waves will break on the shore and pull little parts of the world apart.   
Like ocean waves friendships pull little parts of your world apart.  A good friend will crash in on you and pull you out into the water.  They will not leave you the same.  I feel like I am making a few friends that are really challenging me.  Kristin is the art teacher at my school meaning she’s payed to be creative all day long.  When I talk to her I feel challenged to be more creative with my writing and my English class.  I can tell that she expects greatness out of her friends.  A good friend wont let you slide by or underachieve.  They’ll crash in on you and pull you out to sea where life is a bit more dangerous but probably a lot more rewarding.  
I could have stayed at the beach all day long, just sat in the sun, and had a great time.  But the real fun didn’t start until Laura and Kristin got me to jump into the water and let the waves pull at me.  We played in the surf for a long time.  The waves were huge and the black sand on the beach was hot so staying in the water was a little more appealing.  Friends will take you to that place.  Little bits of you will be taken away as you go, but in the end the I think you’ll be a better person than when you started.