In February of 2018, my wife and I went to Costa Rica for our honeymoon. The splash of culture and color served as an excellent platform to start our marriage both physically and emotionally. This part of the series will serve as the first half of a two-part project. A declaration of love for my wife on the sunniest of days is showcased in this portion. Part two will serve as a more visual representation of my own wedding vows - to navigate through the storms of life together. My goal is to look back at these photos again many years from now and say, I love my wife now more than ever.
"What are you doing Saturday night?"
is a question I get asked every week. Rarely by a girl, and sometimes by my boys, but always by myself.
My loneliness tries to get me to believe that this is the way it's supposed to be. It is even more amazing that I actually believe them.
Just like any belief system - loneliness is not content with being a state of mind, but something that wants to consume my life; it wants my Saturday nights. Sometimes I find myself believing the enemy, and the lies he masks as the truth. My unchecked emotions lead me down a world of pain and hinder my life.
The fight against loneliness is won and lost in my thoughts. I would believe that I'm more beyond the reach of my loved ones. I'm far more distance than I should be, and my grip on reality becomes looser. At the point of impact, there is hope.
I'd miss the drive at sunset.
I'd miss the clouds change from blue to purple to black.
I'd miss the water change and glow the same.
I'd miss eating pizza on the beach and all of the conversations in between.
So when you ask 'what are you doing Saturday night?', please be aware that some people are fighting for a sense of community. It might not be easy and it doesn't come free, but the battle for that fellowship will always be worth the fight. If I didn't believe in a God who has revealed himself as a community, who has made it obvious from His Word, well I don't know where I would be. We, humans, were created to fellowship with one another.
I worship a God who says I am not alone. A God who says He is with me everywhere I go. He stays with me, even in my loneliness. He puts people in my life to spend those Saturday nights with. It doesn't matter who they or where they come from. I'm truly blessed to have loved ones in my life.
Here's to many more Saturday Nights.
- Justin Gable
Street carts have been around New York City for a long time now. As part of the boost in immigration; it has become an immigrant way into the paid economy of New York City. In 1887, Italian peddlers flooded the streets with roasted peanuts. Jewish street vendors would distribute kosher dill pickles in the late 19th century.
The amazing thing is that what we know to be simply "Street Meat" didn't hit the city until the late 80's. While the product looks the same as the guy around the block, the people and preparation couldn't be any different. A vast major of the street vendors are either Egyptian, Bangladeshi, or Afghan descent. This means the way they prepare the food and even the resources they use could be different.
The cart that stands out from the rest would be the Halal Guys. The Halal Guys adopted yellow bags, yellow branded T-shirts, and round containers instead of styrofoam. They rose from a street vendor powerhouse to establishing storefronts in 25 different locations around the world.
I had an amazing opportunity to travel to Indonesia for a month back in the summer of 2016. While abroad, I not only got a crash course in the national language of the country, but I also got to spend an immense amount of time with the locals. Indonesia is composed up of many islands located in Southeast Asia and to my surprise the largest Muslim country by population. About 88% of the country's 250 million people would identify as Muslim. Despite the radical terror being broadcasted around the world, Indonesia is home to by far the most hospitable human beings I have ever met. Rather if we're out around town shopping for food or out in the countryside playing with children; the people of this lovely country would go out of their way to ensure I had an authentic Indonesian experience. It is a time worth sharing because it fostered relationships that will last forever.
Saya cinta Indonesia!