Introduction

       The title of this book is such because ramblings are either directionless and manic or simple and lucid. I hope for the latter. However, I am neither a bible scholar nor a judge of one’s faith or heart; that is between you and God. I am asking questions of myself as I propose them to us; thus the word confessions. And, though we are all missionaries, this was my initial step, or  virgin step into the unknown world of missions; thus my title is complete. The thoughts and letters were written between February 2003 and March 2006. These are the things I saw and heard in my times with our Lord and Savior, Jesus, the Christ.

       The thoughts or ramblings are offered as neither dogma nor doctrine. They are personal study times composed in my first three years of service. The one exception is the one on faithfulness which I had never completed until now, using the notes I jotted down in the unfinished work to complete it. I understand now why the Lord waited.

       As I wrote many of these, I shared some excerpts with a friend whom I shared an office with at the time. He was the first to encourage me to continue to write things down to share someday (koszi Doug Bacsi!). Over the years I have shortened some of these into something I have called just a thought. So again, I offer these thoughts here as just that…a rambling thought formed   into a personal conviction with room to learn. As you will see they are the stream of thought, punctuated with a heavy dose of semicolons; I think this way.

       The letters are actual newsletters written in my first three years in the missionary field. I  propose them as confessions learned about myself, confessions of faith in my God (though they may seem rambling at times). They are raw and unedited. I’ve been told that they were too long and had no pictures; some wrote back to me and asked why my letters were so preachy. Though I would object lovingly to preachy, I have discovered that I haven’t changed much as they remain too long for some, lacking pictures, and still too preachy for others; so let’s ramble on.