11/28/2011

More thanksgiving!

Yesterday I managed to drag myself out of bed for the first service at church. Even though work starts at the exact same time every morning of the week, getting to church at 8 A.M. seems to be a nearly insurmountable task and I almost always end up at the 10:30 service.

This week I made it to early service and it turned out wonderfully because I ran into the Ns, who invited me over for lunch (along with 7 other people). We played games (Ticket to Ride, Carcassone, and Imagineif) and ate LOTS of wonderful food.

The Ns already have their house decorated for Christmas. The tree is up, the decorations are up, and we had Christmas music playing in the background all afternoon. I could almost imagine that there was snow outside as long as I ignored the fact that the front door was hanging wide open. It was probably the most Christmas-y afternoon I will spend this year and I was deeply grateful, even if it did come just three days after Thanksgiving!

11/26/2011

That your love may abound

"And this I pray, that your love may abound still more and more in real knowledge and all discernment," (Phil 1:9 NASB)

Love is wonderful, but if it is not tempered by wisdom and discernment it can cause great harm. It is good for me to love the starving children in Africa. My emotions are good, my intentions are good, my love is good. But if I send a bunch of money to a fraudulent organization, my love has done no good. If my heart leads me to say to a woman who has just had a miscarriage, "Don't worry, you will have other children," my heart has failed to give me good direction.

These are situations where knowledge and discernment must come in. Knowledge comes from taking the time to be informed, to chose to love wisely rather than just going with what feels good or right at the moment. In addition, we must seek God and ask for His discernment because even when we do our homework it is easy to be led astray. Only God knows the entire situation and we need to look to Him rather than relying on our limited experience and frame of reference.

I have often heard people say that it isn't that complicated, just go and love people. Don't let the details and "what ifs" stop you from doing what your heart is telling you to do. There is some truth to this. We can't allow past bad experiences or fears about people's reactions stop us from doing what we know is right. However, we need to be wise with our love or it could lead us into doing our most unloving deed of the day.


"so that you may approve the things that are excellent, in order to be sincere and blameless until the day of Christ;" (10)

Loving wisely is not just important because of the impact it has on others- it also impacts our relationship with God and our testimony. As representatives of a God who describes Himself as loving (to the point of saying, "God is love") we need to be loving people correctly or they will get an incorrect picture of who God is. As for God Himself, it is true that He looks at the heart but that doesn't excuse us from being responsible for our actions. It is not enough to be sincere because we could still be sincerely wrong. We need knowledge and insight so that we can be sincere and blameless, "having been filled with the fruit of righteousness which comes through Jesus Christ, to the glory and praise of God." (11)

11/24/2011

Happy Thanksgiving!

I have many things for which to give thanks. This morning I had no particular plans for the day except to work and run an errand or two for my room mate's birthday tomorrow. Shortly after I got to work my supervisor asked me what I was doing for Thanksgiving and when I told him that I didn't know he immediately invited me to his house. I ended up having a FANTASTIC Thanksgiving meal with some great people. Thank you, God, for your faithfulness! And thank you to my friends for taking me in.

Some other friends sent me a care package a couple of months ago with all kinds of wonderful fall goodies that have also helped me to get in the holiday spirit and keep somewhat in touch with the seasons back home. Here are the leaves spread out on my bedroom floor to imitate fall:

And here is a nifty little foam turkey. I didn't have any glue to put him together so I used cassette tape labels doubled over on themselves. Pretty slick, huh? He is sitting on top of a jar of anti-malarial medication, one of many things for which I am very thankful.

My dear mother sent me a nice email yesterday that included a verse from The Living Bible. Another of the things for which I am intensely thankful is the multitude of Bible translations that we have in English, not to mention commentaries and Bible study tools of all kinds. I'm sure I've read this verse many times before but I like how the Living Bible puts it:

"It is good to say, "Thank you" to the Lord, to sing praises to the God who is above all gods. Every morning tell him, "Thank you for your kindness," and every evening rejoice in all his faithfulness. Sing his praises, accompanied by music from the harp and lute and lyre. You have done so much for me, O Lord. No wonder I am glad! I sing for joy."(Psalm 92:1-4)

11/20/2011

A mile? For real?

Today I was planning to play volleyball but it got cancelled. After running at an easy pace for about 4 miles I decided to run the stretch back to my house at a good clip. I had no clue what the distance was, but I did clock it with my cell phone. My time was 6:15. When I got home I checked Google maps, and against all probability the distance is about 3 yards short of a mile. This is in a country based on the metric system where absolutely no measurement is an exact anything! Not even the steps are uniform heights. I also found out that the loop in the only park in town is about 2 yards short of a mile. It's uncanny! So now I have two places to test my mile times.

He who began a good work

"He who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus." (Phil 1:6)

God, this is my prayer. I am clinging to this as a promise. Please help me to trust that you will not only keep me alive but also keep me holy until the day You call me home. You know how much I fear falling away, but your perfect love casts out fear. I need to trust that You can keep me, that You will not fail me, that You will not let me wander astray as I do my best to love You with all of my heart, with all my soul, with all my strength, and also with all my mind.

I have read enough church history to see the shocking rate of moral failure. The Old Testament is pretty grim and that is just the start. If I am relying on my own goodness, my own love for God, my own good habits, my own strength, my upbringing, or anything else that I bring to the table, I am setting myself up for failure just like thousands (millions?) of Godly Christian leaders before me. Jesus is my Savior. Not just once, but daily. I can never love Him enough to save myself, but because He loves me I know that He will not allow me to be tested beyond what I can bear. He will be there in the darkest storms and driest deserts, holding me steady.

11/17/2011

...because of your partnership

"because of your partnership in the gospel from the first day until now," (Phil 1:5 NIV)

When we chose to die with Christ and be raised with Him (my new way of saying "become a Christian") we become partners in the gospel. Not eventually, not once we have training, not once we figure some things out- immediately. This is because from day one we have a testimony. We were dead, and now we are alive and being transformed day by day. Let's live it!

11/16/2011

I thank my God for you

Thank you so much, Lord, for all of the friends and partners You have given me. I'm sorry that I take them for granted so very often. Lord, you have blessed me with an incredible family and wonderful friends. Everywhere I have gone You have provided people who loved me, provided for me, gave me advice and encouragement, and served as Your hands and feet. Please help me to be faithful to pray for them often and with joy, and to let them know how much I appreciate them.

Amen

(Philippians chapter 1)

11/09/2011

The Most Challenging Death

I found this blog post very interesting and challenging:

http://apprentice2jesus.com/2011/11/09/three-martyrdoms-white/

I suspect that the green is actually the most challenging form of martyrdom. I also suspect that it is crucial to seeing the kinds of changes in our world that we are all praying for. Are we willing to die to ourselves and welcome others into our lives even if they aren't happy, healthy, holy, and handsome? "Evangelism," one of my professors liked to say, "is messy." How dare I protect myself from unpleasant people when Jesus has already died for them? Jesus died for my messed-up soul.  What can I do but lay down my redeemed life, through day-to-day actions, for others? How can I pursue selfish pleasures and distractions when my life was purchased at so great a price?

Please don't think I'm already there. I have a lot of "dieing" that still needs to happen. But I am slowly changing, I'm taking deliberate steps in that direction, and I ask the Holy Spirit to continue to mold and shape me more into the image of Christ.

11/08/2011

Heaven is in Heaven, not on Earth

There is a young guy who lives and works downstairs in my apartment building. Since shortly after I met him he has been asking if I will take him back to America with me. Trying to be culturally appropriate, I have been using creative ways to not get his hopes up. I am not allowed to say "no" because that would be an insult to him. Normally our conversations go something like this:

M: So you and me, we are going to America together some day.

Me: Yup, and we'll go visit Obama.

M: It'll be great, you and me together in America

Me: Yeah, I bet Obama will take us up in his airplane.

In my mind, this is silly enough to indicate that I'm not actually agreeing with him. But who knows, maybe he thinks that I actually do know Obama. Between his limited French and my extremely limited capability in the trade language we each understand about half of what the other says. Once when he asked if I would take him along I said "Sure, but you'll have to lose some weight so you can fit in my suitcase." His friend who overheard me thought it was hilarious. M didn't get it.

Today as I was heading out the door M stopped me and, after the obligatory greetings, asked again if I would take him to America. I laughed, as usual, and gave the usual "of course." And then, for the first time, he asked me, "Is it sure?" In other words, "Are you serious?"

That bothered me quite a bit because I hadn't realized that there was ambiguity. I knew that, even in this very important moment of clarification, I still probably could not say "no" outright. So here's how the conversation continued:

M: Is it sure?

Me: Nothing is sure but the love of God.

M: What?

Me: Nothing is certain. Who knows, we could both die tonight.

M either didn't understand what I was trying to say or didn't want to accept it.


M: When are you going back to America?

Me: I don't know yet.

M: Why don't you go back more often?

Me: It's expensive.

M: If I gave you 5000 [app. $12], would that help you go back sooner?

I thought, "Oh no, this guy has absolutely no clue what he is asking for."

Me: Thank you very much, that is very generous of you. But it's a lot more expensive than that.

M: How much did it cost you to come here?

Me: $600

M: Wow, that's too much.

Me: Yeah, that's why I don't go to America often.

M: Do you think I could get a job in America?

Me: Hmm... I think you probably could if you learned to speak English.

M's face fell. This wasn't the first time I had told him this.

M: English, huh?

Me: Yup, you could maybe get away with Spanish in some places [he doesn't speak that either] but for most of America it's English only.

M: But I could live with you while I work in America?

Me: I don't have a place in America.

M: You don't?

Me: Nope. I live here. My address is here. My phone number is here. I don't have a place in America.

M: But your parents?

"Oh great," I thought, "what do I say about them?"

Me: Well, they live in a really small town. It would be hard to find work there. You would probably need to go to a major city to find work.

M: Is it easy to find work?

Me: It's hard everywhere. Life is hard everywhere. No matter where you are, you need to work hard. Frankly, I think you are better off staying here.

M: I want to go to America and make a bunch of money so I can bring it back.

I had no clue what to say and at this point our trains of thought parted entirely, the conversation came to a fairly abrupt close, and I went on my way. It was amazing to me how little he seems to understand about much of anything outside this country. Not only does he have no concept of how difficult is to move across continents (I have never even mentioned Visas yet), he has a rosy view of life in the US. I have found that the people in the villages often have the same view of the capital city. They get to the capital city and realize that in most ways life was actually a lot better in the village, but instead of going back to the village they set their sights on Europe or the US. That becomes the next promised land flowing with milk and honey, free for the taking to anybody who can find a plane ticket to get there and a friend who will host them for a year or two while they rake in the cash.

 Or perhaps they have hopes of settling in permanently, making a new start. That dream is as old as America itself, and if it is backed by determination and a solid work ethic it can actually pay off- but the price is still high. A new life in America means that you have to give up all that you had back home. You need to hope that what you gain in America is worth it. I don't think any of them realize what they are giving up when they leave and I doubt that many of them are content with the trade when all is said and done. The cultures are entirely different. It is sometimes difficult for me to be comfortable here but I have to believe that it is three times more agonizing making the culture switch in the opposite direction. How can someone who has lived every moment of life in close community cope with American individualism and isolation? It would almost feel like death.

Unfortunately I think the language barrier will prevent me from ever expressing all of this to M, and even if I did he wouldn't believe me. We'll see what happens next time we chat.

11/06/2011

Go Get the Popcorn!

Take a trip with me into the semi-tamed wilds of Beersheba. Will the Komodo dragon's cousin kill the little pond-diver bird? Will the python come out and eat the camera man? Will the guys ever find a campsite with a toilet? Spoiler warning: no, no, and no. But watch anyway!
This is a quasi-chronological video account of our trip. The fact that I say "I'm going back to camp for the night" and then it's suddenly day again kind of gives that away. Enjoy!



Since most movies based loosely on reality end with a picture of the "real" people involved, here is ours:

11/05/2011

A Semblance of Work

While we bumbed around we also got a chance to try out grass cutting, the local way. Well, actually it is a new local way. In the past they used one-hand sycles to do all of their work. Someone from europe (Switzerland?) introduced these scythes, which are much more efficient and make for faster work. They still need to be sharpened every 10 minutes, though, or it literally gets tough to hack!




11/03/2011

A Camping We Will Go

This past weekend my roommate and I packed up a truck and headed down to our favorite reforestation and development project for a weekend getaway. We headed out Saturday morning to minimize our time in traffic. We still got a bit hung up though, especially because of this truck.

We saw some other fun sights. This car was making a beautiful scrapping noise as it went down the road.

This is a quasi-pano. You can see the windshield of the taxi in the lower left corner of the photo on the right. I wanted to give a taste of traffic jams here. On our left was a cart drawn by a horse that was drooling on the trunk (boot) of the taxi in front of it. In front of the taxi was a 7 place (bush taxi) carrying sheep on the roof. This is extremely common, especially at this time of year. Once when I took a bush taxi the sheep in the back kept bleating like a woman in labor every time we went over a speed bump. They kept shifting too, which was kind of annoying because they kept kicking the back of my seat.

But we had no accidents or problems, praise God, and soon we were there. Well, almost there. We drove in the gate and realized that there was no longer a road leading to the tree where we normally set up camp. In just a few months of rain it had completely grown over with grass and small bushes. We met up with our third camper, who had ridden his motorcycle to the project, discussed our dilemma, and decided that we would probably end up camping in the field.

We then drove back into the nearest town to visit our friends from the project who were promoting and selling fuel-efficient stoves at the market. After eating a very late lunch (rice with fish) we helped pack up for the evening and then went back out to pitch our tents before nightfall. We just barely succeeded in getting the tents up and fire started before the sun went down. Then our friends showed up with a bunch of meat and started grilling it. Never mind that we had just stuffed ourselves with rice 3 hours earlier- it was time for another chow down! We had quite a crowd that first night and we enjoyed ourselves immensely. Unfortunately my camera was tucked away somewhere and I didn't get many photos.

The next morning we had a worship service. One of the African guys who was with us normally runs the powerpoint at the big Assemblies of God church in the city and he happened to have his laptop along- so we had slides in the middle of nowhere! We sang a mixture of english, french, and the trade language. By now most of us from the US and Europe have learned to sing several major worship songs in the local language because we frequently sing songs in two or three languages at church. After that we had a time of prayer and sharing the things that God had been teaching us.

After that our friends left and for the rest of the day it was just the three of us. The day after that it was just me and my roommate. I spent most of those two days sitting in the shade reading Unbroken, the story of Louis Zamperini. He possibly would have been the first man in the world to run a sub-4:00 mile except that World War II broke out. He joined the Air Force and after his plane went down in the pacific he and his pilot set a new survival record in an open life raft- 47 days. Unfortunately, they weren't rescued. They were captured by Japanese who then put them in a prison. That's as far as I've gotten. It's an amazing story.

In the evenings I got out to take some pictures. My friend M is a bird fanatic and I am a photography fanatic so we enjoy going out together. He takes his binoculars and I take my camera. He enjoys the creation, I enjoy the challenge.

Well, I enjoy the creation as well. I love being out in nature. When I took my camera out of its bag the second evening I spent almost half an hour just photographing grass and trees. I miss them so much in the city that being immersed in nature was almost overwhelming. It was so beautiful that I almost felt like I was dreaming.

But I also enjoy the challenge. I don't have a camera with a lens the length of my arm. It does it's job, but I need to be close and I need good light. That means sneaking around in the brush, cutting myself on the thorns and prickles and sharp edges that typify the desert foliage, crouching for several minutes as still as possible, and generally enjoying "a fine and pleasant misery" (Thank you, Pat McManus).

Imagine the thrill of picking a path through grass nearly as tall as myself, hoping that the roughly outlined path below me was not made by the resident python. It was wonderful! Whether I managed to "shoot" any good animals or not is beside the point. The fun is in the hunt. I leave you to decide whether I got any good shots.

As for myself, I have decided that my new favorite bird is the grey headed kingfisher (or whatever M says it is called) that kept flying past my lens on this trip. It's wings are brilliant, stunning blue. It's beak is a bold red, just as striking.
It makes a really bizarre trilling sound that is disproportionately large for it's body size. But what is really cool about it is that it shares my love of flying and swimming, preferably in rapid succession. It sits on a branch overhanging water, watching for fish or other small creatures just below the surface. When something catches it's eye it shoots over the water in a flash of blue, belly flops face-first into the water, and more often than not comes up with it's prize.

I never got close enough to capture it's dive bombing very well. Even in good lighting it was moving so quickly that the photo is blurred. It was a ton of fun to watch, though. Next time I'll try to get down closer to the water. It's challenging because the bank is very steep.

There were many other birds as well. These green and yellow ones were especially fun to watch because they almost always sat together in groups.

I believe this is some kind of kite.

And a hornbill?

This looks like the female perhaps.

This must be some kind of duck. It kept diving under the water and then popping up again a couple seconds later.

There were some larger birds that flew by also.

There were some other cool animals. First, this rather impressive spider was hanging between our camp and the truck. Fortunately she didn't eat any of us alive.

Then, the second evening when I went out to the water hole this creature emerged from the depths. One of our friends told me that it is a relative of the komodo dragon.

This insect is astonishingly red. Another advantage to sneaking around in the undergrowth is finding creatures like this.

This praying mantis jumped on my leg in the dark and scared me a little bit. I thought I was being attacked by the world's largest grass- hopper until I beamed my flashlight on it.


Look at this extraordinary creature that was sitting on the path!









Well, that concludes my adventure log for the moment. You really should think about coming and joining me some time!