
So over the course of the week, my main roll was to assist Harold and Karl in the engine room. Taking the engine head apart, cleaning, and rebuilding.
Along the way we got to spend a lot of time with the other ship mates. Dinners are a big end of day relief. People are tried from the hard labor but then each night there was something to do. Monday is worship night. Always nice to just have a time of worshiping God. Tuesday was swing dance night.
We had decided to walk into town as a group to find ice cream. It was a nice cold night - <40 deg F (4C)
Wednesday the group wanted to get dinner in town. So off to the local brewery we went. It was taste, I had the schnitzel. We also had a n appetizer of raw meat, disgusting. Wednesday night was also a speaker night with a guest from the Wycliff bible translators. What a great ministry. Please look them up on the web. They are working really hard and have advanced the process to translate the bible into new languages. We still have a ways to go until God's command to reach all people groups is completed. there is time for all to get involved.
Brewery shot
Sterling in mid bite.
Thursday night was Pray meeting night. This is an "open mic" type setting where people bring up anything or any group they would like to pray for. We prayed for a orphanage in Thailand started by a surfer. We prayed for water wells in Gianna. A school in Ethiopia. The Logos hope and al the individual needs still required by the ship. It was really fun to interact more with other ship members. After Rod and I sat and talked for a while with two individuals, Sue Kim from Malaysia. her and her husband spend 2 years on the Logos II doing mission work and now are doing 9-months on Logos Hope. Bethia an Aussie surfer from Australia had been on Logos Hope only 1 month when we talked and was really enjoying her time. She was looking for God to work in her during her stay, but was on fire for God.
So as we moved on to Friday, the last work day for most, not us, but getting ahead. The Friday work day was busy, we were working hard to finish a couple of the engines we had dismantled. It was a nice completion day. Then I ran into Jana - the engine room project worker coordinator. All week she would ask me about the Heavy Fuel Oil Tank cleaning operation and if I would go into the tank. The HFOT is a large vat where all of the oil for the engine system is stored. The new generators they are planning to add to the ship were going to be welded above this tank, so it needed to be drained and cleaned. Most of the sludge had been scoped out during the previous weeks, but now they needed people to do detail cleaning. So I asked what was required. She said that you have to be ok with very small spaces, loud noises and darkness. We'll I'm usually not ok with any of these things, I thought this was what true mission oriented people would volunteer for. So Saturday morning, it was off to the tank. First thing is to be completely gowned up. Heavy boots, heavey gloves, head covering, coveralls, disposable oil coveralls over these, ear plugs and a head lamp. Head Lamp!! There is no lighting in the tank. So Jana, pulls out this paper with a grid layed out. Looks to be about 10 x 15 rectangles on this grid. She points to on side of the shart and shows me my grid marking and then shows the other volunteer (sucker) her grid marking on the complete other side. She hands us a bucket with a toothbrush, a larger brush, diesel fuel for cleaning oil and rags. Then its off to this openning in the floor of the engine room.

Hole in floor.

Look carefully b/c you can see the side hole I had to climb into. My dark dungeon. So the Heavy Fuel oil tank is made up of compartments, each about 4.5 feet long, 3 feet wide and 3.5 feet high. There is a 24" hole between each compartment. Down the ladder and turn left, stoop into the black abyss and start the up down process to get to my compartment. Last one on the row. My job was to sit in this box and clean the weld joints in all the corners. We would be in there for at least two hours and Jana would signal us with a loud bang noise when it was time to come out. Its pitch black, its supper loud and you have to get really close to the welds to clean them with the tooth brush and diesel fuel. God was testing me. I did the best I could and when I was done I knew I had completed my week on the ship. I even got an award. :)

Thanks again to all that supported me financially or with prayers. I feel the trip has helped be more attentive to God's workings in my life and how he plans to mold me moving forward. Thanks again.
Jon