Have you ever experienced a person speaking out of both sides of their mouth?  They tell you one thing, then lean over to someone else and say something completely different.  In my short time today, I want to tell you that's how I feel about the country of Jamaica right now.  I feel as though the culture of the country is double-talking.  One moment, I'm "the Undertaker," a cool white dude who gets "peace and love" from the most random of people.  The next moment, I'm a fat, balloon shaped, pistachio, who's only good for trying to pick a fight with (which has happened a few times).

It's been an emotionally trying trip thus far in Jamaica, and as we leave some civilization, I don't know what to expect.  I don't know if I'll be more accepted, or less, more pressured with marijuana or less.  All I know is that I'm prayed up, and read up, and I feel confident in my preparedness to take on the challenges in front of me.

Pray for our group in Jamaica.  Michelle's dad is still in the hospital, but is now off life support, and Candace's boyfriend's mom underwent brain surgery this morning.  My big prayer request is for the scratch I feel in the back of my throat...sorry to be so anticlimactic.

Peace and Love,

Bob