Sunday, February 8, 2009
Now let me end this with a final dance:
Saturday, February 7, 2009
MAF North of Teunom where luggage and passengers were weighed.
Meloboh [sic], Aceh; Singapore; Medan (taking pictures with a Chinese dance troop), respectively
Here are some trip photos from Medan and our trip to Aceh:
Let's land at Meloboh (the runway is at the top of the picture).
Even the water was warm, but we got to play a little (Elle got all wet).
The permanent housing is now in the front and the temporary housing has been moved to the back to be used as a kitchen. As you can see, they too are being corrupted by the 100+ channels as they buy their satellite dishes. The water filter system is to the right of the house on the left where the grass is growing.
My parents' open house for us where Hadiah is singing the Hokey Pokey with the 5th/6th graders. The girls did very well with the other kids.
Teammates Santy/Teddy/Jayden and Ferdinand/Feiny/Gabriella from Manado working with my parents
Lunch with Dad's foreman's (Pak Mustafa) family. Some of us liked it and some didn't-can you guess which ones?
We hope that relationships between neighbors which often start around children lead to faith.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
We were on edge because last night a teenage girl came searching to establish faith. Mom and Dad sat out front while we prayed and got ready for bed. Hadiah wondered if this would be the best night of my parents stay here. Hannah fought with us about something. Elle and Miriam played with this and that. Rebecca and I had visions of angry villagers coming against the infidels. My parents were wonderfully appropriate and wise, but I was struck by being "spooked" by such a thing. I talk of Christian witness presenting itself from the "weak" position of love and truth. Yet, I really am more comfortable with the position of power and influence. Who has the power? I glibbly say that God has "the kingdom and the power and the glory forever, amen." What I want to have is Hadiah's attitude of excitement at God's working in the world rather than my quick suspicion with self centered care.
I would love to send you pictures of our stay here, but I'll have to send in retrospect as my parents "flexiphone" system is just slightly more potent that dial-up. We are about to meander back to Middletown and look forward to snow and our own beds. Ok so I don't miss the cold weather that much. dasen
Yesterday, Mom and Dad hosted an open house for us- something new to this culture. It was stressful for mom b/c she didn’t know who would come, how much food to get, or where to put people- the men, women, and children all visit in different areas. It turned out lovely though, and we are so glad to have been a part of that. About 6 or 7 women came and sat with me on and off. We talked about their children and families and Dad translated. Our worlds can seem so similar, with similar desires and hopes, yet so radically different that it’s hard to even know what to ask sometimes. I also talked and played with about 12 grade school kids out front, then Hadiah “hosted” about 15 girls in 5th or 6th grade who have studied English with Mom. They all wore head coverings with long sleeves and dresses. Dasen sat outside on the side of the house visiting with several men. Mom and Miriam and Elle floated in and out of groups. Elle slept or sat on my lap while being feverish.
Shortly we are leaving for a special Acehnese luncheon being hosted for us by Dad’s head worker- Pak Mustafa. He is Islamic and helps to follow through with Dad’s projects. I have been so impressed with Mom and Dad on multiple levels. They have learned the secret of being content in God- not dependant on external comforts. They sacrifice their family bonding, mutual Western friendships, a home church, a kitchen that has a sink and clean water, a “normal” sit down toilet, entertainment, and so much more, and yet they count it as joy. They believe God’s love is greater and more worthwhile. Mom washes dishes sitting on a little plastic stool, and believes God has led her incrementally to be fine with all this. I see God’s grace at work and I rejoice that the same God is incrementally working in me. And I rejoice that God loves these Acehnese people in Sumatra enough to send my mother and father-in-law to them. Their neighbors greatly respect them, as do the two other Christian families from other parts of Indonesia who are here as part of their team. The 2 other families are probably in their late 20’s or early 30’s and both families have a child about 18 months old. How amazing to see this multi-cultural, multi-generational team serving here together- truly unique and beautiful.
I hear the Islamic call to prayer from the mosque. It is actually rather melancholy and lovely. I like the reminder to pray. May we all be prompted to follow suite and the lead of the Spirit.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Monday, February 2, 2009
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Today we started our next transition. We shopped a little. We did some errands. Rebecca started to re-pack. We then went to the Collins' team Saturday night get together. The team celebrated two birthdays, and Rebecca led the men in a dance-off. Overall we are tired and a litter jittery. Last night Elle woke us up with a vomiting spell but has done well today. We look forward to celebrating a day of rest with the Collins tomorrow. May God bless. By the way, Nate, the man who underwent surgery, is doing well. May he have new life.
Friday, January 30, 2009
Today was a mixture of oddities, fun, sadness, and joy. This morning I (Rebecca) worked at the medical clinic here in Phnom Penh, Cambodia. It's a Chrisitan medical clinic established to serve the poor. The day had a difficult start as I had a Cambodian medical student translating for me. He would not tell me what the patient said, but rather whatever he thought about the patient. That made it very hard to make accurate diagnosis or tx plans. I ended up deferring to Doug, who is our close friend, a Family Practice doctor, medical director of the clinic, and able to speak Khmer very well. As the day progressed I would see patients then try to either find another translator or discuss the case with Doug. We ended up seeing some very sick patients, two of them being 17 years old and critically ill. Dasen came to the clinic in the afternoon and saw those same 2 patients, and one other whom he did surgery on yesterday. It was a good experience watching my husband in action, taking care of baffling cases with wisdom and apparent ease. Working on difficult cases with a team of caring Christians and good friends is hard to find in the medical world, but it happened here today. Even though it was sad and difficult to interact with the suffering, which I believe is much stronger here than in America due to underdeveloped opportunities, it was still a blessing to be able to help in some small way.
We came home from the clinic to find Heidi washing their car with all 6 kids (our 4 and their 2.) She has been such a wonderful friend and helper. She has the spiritual gift of service, from which we all benefit. Then this evening our 2 families, Scott (Doug's brother) and Susan (the med student) all went out for dinner. There are some pretty cool restaurants in this city. We ended up at a place called Gasolina which serve a mixture of European/American food. The sunset was lovely, the restaurant was open aired with a large grassy yard and cushioned chairs, and the food came relatively quickly. The tastiest offering, we thought, was Hadiah's fresh passion juice. After dinner all the girls, except Hannah, went in a tuk tuk to a traditional Cambodian dance show. The guys and Hannah opted to come home. They may have made the wiser choice, especially Hannah who is very sensitive. The show was well done, also open aired, with a stage and rows of wooden benches and special lighting. The artist mediums used included puppet like dolls the size of my whole arm, shadow puppets made of thinly carved wood that move behind a sheet with lights to create shadows, and also real dancers. Cambodian dancing involves very intricate hand movements, most of which I would never be able to do. Chosen children learn them at a young age and can then move the joints of their hands to dance with an intricate sign language that relays a story. So… all of the aforementioned was excellent. The odd/rather bad part came with the story line. I am quoting the program: "It is also depicting illicit passion, a cruel murder, a vengeful ghost, and the loyal dog." Does that make you want to take a trip here or what? We thought it was a dance show and since we arrived late (surprise to all those who know me!) we didn't read the program before the show. So we ended up leaving a little early at Hadiah's request and trying to talk about it on the way home. It was certainly interesting and memorial. Hopefully we won't be too scarred.
When we got home we found a dance party to 80's music with Taylor and Hannah. After some chocolate cake we all turned in for the night. (I think that's how every good day should end.) May you have a meaningful day filled with some oddities and fun, and maybe some sadness and joy too. And may you also have the chance to eat some chocolate cake.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Saturday, January 24, 2009
So after 3 days in Chlongg we came back to Phnom Penh tonight. We are exhausted. We had a nice dinner with the Collins and Susan, and Scott (Doug's brother.) I'd like to say more but I'm too tired. It's time to fall asleep under our mosquito netting. I hope to sleep without music tonight.
The only kink in our travel was the passport check as soon as we reached Cambodia. They forced us to seperate but wouldn't let us get the right passports matched with the right people. And it was the first part of our journey in which no one spoke English. It was very stressful for me, but I realized later that it was my "western" mindset that cared about the passports being with the right people, the government officials didn't really seem to care.
Once we got our luggage we were met by our friends Doug, Heidi, Taylor (7 yrs old) and K.C. (5 yr old.) They took us to Dairy Queen at the airport. What a radical change from our greeting in Kenya where we arrived in the middle of the night with no one to greet us or speak English and a civil war going on. That still amazes me.
We spent that first night at Doug and Heidi's house in Phnom Pehn, then went out the next day to see some of the town and grocery shop. Heidi and I, and my 3 oldest girls, rode in a "tuk tuk" which is a little open aired carriage pulled by a scooter. We had a car hit the tuk tuk in the first 5 minutes, but no one seemed to notice much except Heidi and myself. It's a bit like a circus with chaos on the streets, scooters and big cars and trucks weaving every direction, combined with bikers and pedestrians. Much like any other developing nation it seems.
After one more night in the capital we all piled in a van and drove 5 hr northeast to a smaller town, called Chlongg. It's a town where the Collins lived for 2 years, with their teammates, doing church planting work. We went because Doug (who is a family practice doctor) organized 2 1/2 days of medical outreach. The drive was a tiring experience, but Hadiah was thrilled when we stopped for lunch and she was able to hold a "pet" tarantula a little girl was holding. In the past, when Dasen was here 2 years ago, he ate one. This time Taylor bought one cooked and we took it to Chlongg. It sat on the main table in a baggie until I asked if we could throw it out. I got a good laugh out of that, realizing the humor in the fact that I actually had to ask "Can we throw this tarantula away?" Who know I would ever say those words so nonchalantly?
The visit in Chlongg was intriguing as we were able to interact in rural Cambodia life. The first 2 nights we were there, there was a funeral. That meant loud music blared with "chanting" mixed in, and the religious chanter had some sort of head and chest congestion. He would cough and sneeze and hack into the microphone. This would start at about 5:30A.M. and go all day, then have loud music until around midnight. We were relieved when that ended, but then the next night a wedding party started with blaring music at similar times. The wedding music had a stronger bass; so although the music was more upbeat, it also shook our beds.
Monday, January 19, 2009
The trip is done. That is all I'll try to remember. We awoke ~3am and drove to Dayton. Dayton to Detroit was accomplished by 0830. You can only do so much in the airport until 1230 when we boarded the 747. Something was wrong with the airconditioning so we waited on the plane until 1500 when we left for Tokyo. We arrived at 0545 Sunday (US time) to another 747 waiting for us as we were late. We hustled through pseudo customs in the transfer area and boarded to the back of the plane while the crowd waited. We then arrived in Hong Kong getting to the airport hotel 0030 Monday their time which would have been 1130 am Sunday in Cincinnati. We fitfully slept (Rebecca got up with Elle to wonder the airport from 0300 until 0530) after wonderful showers. I got up with Elle (fireball) and Hannah to check in all our luggage that couldn't be checked through to Phnom Penh because Dragon Air and Northwest aren't partners at 0530. The nice lady let me check in our luggage and get passes without the rest of the family's presence though she was worried and begged me to make sure we all got on the plane as it was a security violation to check-in without visually seeing everyone. I think the wandering 2 year old and the helpful 7 year old let on that we weren't out to create any terror on other people. We went through customs and got Burger King and Ramen (yes, we are in asia and have restaurants that have variations on wonderful Ramen Hadiah had curried beef ramen and I had Aesien [sic] ramen. The clock was ticking to get to the plane by this time so I got to eat most of the Ramen (both bowls yum) due to chopsticks not being Hadiah's best tool. We were the last people to board the plane as Elle was howling that she was too old to have to stay in the stroller, but we made it will all our passports and luggage. We arrived on time at 1015 am Monday (2215) and feel so blessed to finally be here. I've gone out with Doug to do some errands on the motorcycle while the girls played. Rebecca is now napping while the kids watch Peter Pan. Elle just wanted me to know that Captain Hook was after Peter Pan but with a little assurance that Peter Pan wins she was willing to go back up. I'll try to get Rebecca to fill in the interesting stuff later about out trip. Thank you for praying for this trip. Doug, Dasen, Hadiah, and KC all have bad colds. We're quite the group. dasen