I have been here almost three months to the day.
I have sensed my heart slowly growing numb and unfortunately I have begun to look through the distorted lens that are only concerned about myself and myself alone. It has been a disturbing fact that I guess I have neglected to pay attention to only because I would rather not deal with it. I guess I have seen pride creeping up on me, and yet it seems impossible to beat. Many times I see others' pride as nasty and my own as a minor inconvenience, but nothing major. Or, I find me often saying to myself, "wow, that was a humble thing you just did. Good Job!" And once again pride attacks! It is a bitter reality that God has convicted me on time and time again. I am a prideful person! And sometimes the thought that I should consider others' needs does not even hit me. Out of a book that I read, "Authentic Christianity" by Ray Stroud, he says that true humility does not recognize itself. I had to think about it for a sec..."of course it does right?" I mean, it has to at least know. As I pondered on that thought for a minute, I realized that the humility I have hidden behind is not a true humility; it is false. I mask false humility well.
Last week Jordan also lovingly rebuked me about my lack of contentment. This battle is older than my time in Nepal. It started long before. I am an impatient person! I hate to wait! I hate to sit still! I cant stand to have nothing to do! So, as you might have guessed, my time in Nepal has been a learning experience. Much of our time here is so different than our time in America. We have large portions of our day to do as we please. When the kids go to school at 9 am we are free until 4pm when they return. Wanting some structure, I started going to town to check emails, eat different foods for variety, and just to run errands. I have noticed that I have started to expect a certain "schedule" to happen everyday. And if things change then I am not flexible enough to make the shift. It is this "expectancy" that has gotten me into trouble. With Christmas around the corner, I have been making an increasing amount of trips back and forth to town a week. It wears me out! But, I write my own schedule here. Therefore, I control what I do and don't do. I am realizing that I need more down time. I need more time to just sit and enjoy His presence. I need more time to grab a good book and read. I need to be still so that God can speak to me. Sadly enough, I have closed myself off a little bit and started to expect things to happen in a certain way. I have replaced being in Christ, to doing.
I hate being closed off and unavailable for God to work in me. One value that I cling to is to be honest about myself with God and others. So, when confronted about my discontentment, I quickly turned to God in prayer. It was a sweet time. When you feel like you are in the lowest of trenches and you are looking up to the mountains, where you want to be, yet realize you are completely reliant on God for, it is Beautiful! I dislike the process that brings me to these lowly places. But, I love what happens when your sin is before you and a loving God pulls you from it. It is humbling!!!
So, at certain times I notice my heart grows impatient and I am unwilling to wait. It is then, with my struggle fresh in mind, that God asks me to be content. It doesn't matter what I am doing or where I am. It does not matter who I am with or who I am without. Yet, I live as if life was based on every whimsical detail. I live for the temporary and far too often I don't put my HOPE in Christ himself and his return! I put too much value in the things of this world! So, God is teaching me to make the most of what time I have here; to not look at each day as one day less until I return home, but one less opportunity I have to share Christ through my life with a lost people group.
Please, please, please pray for me! I know that in and of myself no lasting change can happen.
Thursday, December 14, 2006
Thursday, November 30, 2006
It's beginning to look alot like Christmas!
Friends and Family:
I would like to say thank you for your prayers, encouragement, and financial and moral support through generous hearts, and the extended ways in which you have shown love to me as a brother in Christ. I mean that! God did not intend for us to live life alone, and I experience the fellowship and love of Christ through believers everyday be it through an email, a package, a card, a phone call, a blog comment, and/or a prayer. I hope you know that your generosity has helped in fighting the battle of isolation. I continue to look forward to hear how God is working in the lives of those I love. Thanks!
Jordan and I were walking back to the bus stop one day last week. The thought hit us hard; Thanksgiving was a few days away and for us it was going to be just another day. We noticed that the air that surrounded us acquired a crispness to it. And I instantly remembered our Arkansas fall seasons when the leaves begin to change colors and fall, when strolling around the square with your family was so important and fun, and when the time of the year changed from whatever it was to the joyous season of Christ, Christmas trees, Hot Chocolate, and good ole family fellowship.
Well, Thanksgiving was different for us. I wish I could have been home surrounded by the people that I love. I missed the steaming turkey, mashed potatoes with gravy, and pumpkin pie. But, unexpectantly, we received a Thanksgiving meal that we will remember for a while. It was our typical weekly routine. We decided to make the trip up to our local café to check email and get a bite to eat. They were having a Thanksgiving special just for Americans. I could not believe my eyes. For $4 (285 rupees) we enjoyed a fried chicken breast, mashed potatoes w/ gravy, a roll, green beans w/ carrots and broccoli, rice, and lastly pumpkin soup. It was delicious! So, you don’t have to wonder anymore. We were treated, and rather well at that! However, I do wish that I could have seen you all.
This next month will not get any easier. Much like others, this is my favorite time of year. I love the feeling, the anticipation, and I love more than any earthly thing piling in the car with my family and heading to Nana and Papa’s where the rest of my family is waiting with puzzles, pretzels, egg nog, football games, soccer in the backyard, the “nut game”, the Christmas Nativity scene, and just the laughter and good times that we have. I am a family guy! Yes, this time will be hard. To my family, I am there in Spirit! (Ben, John, Alex, Austin, Nikki, Christian, Caroline, and Hunter: I will miss playing with you all in Ft. Smith) I know what I am and will be missing out on! But, don’t forget, that I have a family here as well, and the orphanage does celebrate Christmas much like we do back home. We have already drug out the Christmas tree, it is just waiting to be put up. Soon we will buy Santa Claus Christmas hats for all the kids. And we have already begun to teach them some traditional Christmas songs. My laptop dances to the melodies of Russell Dorch’s instrumental Christmas CD (if you don’t have it, get it) and a few other collected Christmas songs. Though the smell surrounding Nepal is not of fresh pine trees or baked Christmas cookies and chocolates, but rather the exhaust coming from a million motorbikes, know that we are taken care of. This year, we will celebrate a Nepali Christmas. And, it will be glorious!
I have received many emails from you all and I want to thank you for your consideration. My birthday was good. It started off rough and ended better. I went into town to do the weekly email and news check up. I talked to a few people and found out that a friend is not doing well at all. I will not mention any names, but please pray for this person. My heart is heavily weighted and there is nothing that I can do. Nothing! I hate that feeling! What was supposed to be a great day was significantly less. Someone that I care about deeply is struggling. And I am in Nepal almost completely removed from the whole situation and there is nothing that I can do. Prayer is the only answer!!!
It seems as if God has made that thought the underwritten theme on my heart lately. No matter what things I try to say or do to convince others, moreover control them in my own conniving way, I cannot change their heart. I taught the kids about Jacob tonight. We have been studying his life for the last 2-3 nights, but tonight I taught the kids about Jacob’s manipulating manner. If you are unfamiliar, Jacob deceived his elder brother, his father, and his uncle to control his life and get exactly what he wanted. After realizing that a charging, angry brother is approaching because of Jacob’s manipulation and how it has affected his life, he lifts up a prayer to God that is far from authentic and in an essence looks to control God’s actions as well. A man in the night wrestles with Jacob, wounding him at the hip. It is then that Jacob realized that he had wrestled with God. And, God was more powerful than Jacob. It was then that he was dependent on God, not to manipulate things the way that he wanted, but to provide him the courage and strength and honesty to meet Esau, his brother. He then realized that God is bigger than what he had initially thought. God changed Esau’s heart and made the reunion between the two sweet. God is not someone who can be tamed. And you can see this in his comment to Esau where he says that seeing his face is like seeing the face of God. (I mostly borrowed the thought from “Your God is too Safe” by Mark Buchannan. Get the book, great read) And, once again, the thought returns, “I am Jacob”. I like to think that I have control of myself and others. I like to think that God needs me to convince others about their sinfulness and need for a Savior. But, in reality, God doesn’t need me. He loves it when I pray for others, but he doesn’t need me at all! So, I am left where I began, that prayer is the only thing that I can offer for the unbelieving Nepali, my friend back home, or anyone else that I shall come across in the future, not my convincing words. And, I urge you also to join me in praying for him.
The day did get better though. Rina had prepared a nice meal! Chicken, veggies, and croissant rolls hit the spot. I bought a chocolate cake, enough for the kids to each get a piece, we blew up some balloons, and we played games for an hour. The kids had a blast! And, so did I. It was a great way to end a day that started off in the dumps.
Well, I better retire for the day. I need to hit the sack, but I will write sooner next time.
So to amuse your curious minds, I am leaving you with the Top Ten ways to know you are in a different country. Enjoy!!!
Top ten ways you know you are living in another country:
10: doing your laundry includes standing in a bucket while you mash your clothes with hot water under your feet.
9: you wake up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, and when you return to climb into your nice warm bed you decide to slip on your fleece that is hanging on your bed post, also where a dozen cockroaches are scurrying and have made their beds. (true story, Jordan is my witness)
8: doing the dishes means running some water over your plate to make sure that all the visible food is gone. (to all the mom’s out there: I know, I know)
7: driving is limitless. Imagine: no center lines, no real lanes, no traffic police, and thousands of nepalis who are in a hurry to get somewhere and armed with a horn. (however, in their defense, I have yet to see an accident)
6: a Coca Cola Classic can be as cheap as 15 cents. Does the Coca Cola bottling company know that they are basically giving them away here?
5: a trip to town means that I am going to be laughed at on the way to the bus stop, on the bus on the way to town, and as I walk around town fulfilling my errands and chores. (I know: it must be so amusing to see a very tall white guy try and get on a cramped bus that is shorter than him)
4: the question, “whats for dinner?” is irrelevant here…
3: getting in the shower is like playing the “who used up all the hot water?” game. Oh, I have a better game. Try this one, “Who hasn’t taken a shower in 4 days?”
2: walking down the street holding a 18 year old nepali’s hand (no not a girls) is not gay or wrong, its just different. (it is actually quite common for men of all ages to hold their friend’s hand while they walk the street. God is working on me and I am trying to be okay with this. I have almost gotten used to it)
1: a trip to the Immigration office to renew your visas looks more like 5 people standing around with nothing better to do, while one person tries to fulfill all the requests of the 16 demanding foreigners who are patiently waiting around the room. Meanwhile, Immigration officers #2-6 eat donuts and drink tea while admiring each others’ attire. Then they daringly try to tell Officer #1, the one who IS actually doing something, how he/she should do his job, all without moving more than the eight inches that are required to get their snacks into their mouths. So you are told to apply for the visa and come back two hours later, which is a trip in itself. So you do, and what do you get, more of what was mentioned; except this time you get to pay $30 (2150 rupees) and wait just a little bit longer. (It is so thrilling, we asked if we could come back on the 13th of each month, and they kindly accepted)
SO there you have it folks!
I would like to say thank you for your prayers, encouragement, and financial and moral support through generous hearts, and the extended ways in which you have shown love to me as a brother in Christ. I mean that! God did not intend for us to live life alone, and I experience the fellowship and love of Christ through believers everyday be it through an email, a package, a card, a phone call, a blog comment, and/or a prayer. I hope you know that your generosity has helped in fighting the battle of isolation. I continue to look forward to hear how God is working in the lives of those I love. Thanks!
Jordan and I were walking back to the bus stop one day last week. The thought hit us hard; Thanksgiving was a few days away and for us it was going to be just another day. We noticed that the air that surrounded us acquired a crispness to it. And I instantly remembered our Arkansas fall seasons when the leaves begin to change colors and fall, when strolling around the square with your family was so important and fun, and when the time of the year changed from whatever it was to the joyous season of Christ, Christmas trees, Hot Chocolate, and good ole family fellowship.
Well, Thanksgiving was different for us. I wish I could have been home surrounded by the people that I love. I missed the steaming turkey, mashed potatoes with gravy, and pumpkin pie. But, unexpectantly, we received a Thanksgiving meal that we will remember for a while. It was our typical weekly routine. We decided to make the trip up to our local café to check email and get a bite to eat. They were having a Thanksgiving special just for Americans. I could not believe my eyes. For $4 (285 rupees) we enjoyed a fried chicken breast, mashed potatoes w/ gravy, a roll, green beans w/ carrots and broccoli, rice, and lastly pumpkin soup. It was delicious! So, you don’t have to wonder anymore. We were treated, and rather well at that! However, I do wish that I could have seen you all.
This next month will not get any easier. Much like others, this is my favorite time of year. I love the feeling, the anticipation, and I love more than any earthly thing piling in the car with my family and heading to Nana and Papa’s where the rest of my family is waiting with puzzles, pretzels, egg nog, football games, soccer in the backyard, the “nut game”, the Christmas Nativity scene, and just the laughter and good times that we have. I am a family guy! Yes, this time will be hard. To my family, I am there in Spirit! (Ben, John, Alex, Austin, Nikki, Christian, Caroline, and Hunter: I will miss playing with you all in Ft. Smith) I know what I am and will be missing out on! But, don’t forget, that I have a family here as well, and the orphanage does celebrate Christmas much like we do back home. We have already drug out the Christmas tree, it is just waiting to be put up. Soon we will buy Santa Claus Christmas hats for all the kids. And we have already begun to teach them some traditional Christmas songs. My laptop dances to the melodies of Russell Dorch’s instrumental Christmas CD (if you don’t have it, get it) and a few other collected Christmas songs. Though the smell surrounding Nepal is not of fresh pine trees or baked Christmas cookies and chocolates, but rather the exhaust coming from a million motorbikes, know that we are taken care of. This year, we will celebrate a Nepali Christmas. And, it will be glorious!
I have received many emails from you all and I want to thank you for your consideration. My birthday was good. It started off rough and ended better. I went into town to do the weekly email and news check up. I talked to a few people and found out that a friend is not doing well at all. I will not mention any names, but please pray for this person. My heart is heavily weighted and there is nothing that I can do. Nothing! I hate that feeling! What was supposed to be a great day was significantly less. Someone that I care about deeply is struggling. And I am in Nepal almost completely removed from the whole situation and there is nothing that I can do. Prayer is the only answer!!!
It seems as if God has made that thought the underwritten theme on my heart lately. No matter what things I try to say or do to convince others, moreover control them in my own conniving way, I cannot change their heart. I taught the kids about Jacob tonight. We have been studying his life for the last 2-3 nights, but tonight I taught the kids about Jacob’s manipulating manner. If you are unfamiliar, Jacob deceived his elder brother, his father, and his uncle to control his life and get exactly what he wanted. After realizing that a charging, angry brother is approaching because of Jacob’s manipulation and how it has affected his life, he lifts up a prayer to God that is far from authentic and in an essence looks to control God’s actions as well. A man in the night wrestles with Jacob, wounding him at the hip. It is then that Jacob realized that he had wrestled with God. And, God was more powerful than Jacob. It was then that he was dependent on God, not to manipulate things the way that he wanted, but to provide him the courage and strength and honesty to meet Esau, his brother. He then realized that God is bigger than what he had initially thought. God changed Esau’s heart and made the reunion between the two sweet. God is not someone who can be tamed. And you can see this in his comment to Esau where he says that seeing his face is like seeing the face of God. (I mostly borrowed the thought from “Your God is too Safe” by Mark Buchannan. Get the book, great read) And, once again, the thought returns, “I am Jacob”. I like to think that I have control of myself and others. I like to think that God needs me to convince others about their sinfulness and need for a Savior. But, in reality, God doesn’t need me. He loves it when I pray for others, but he doesn’t need me at all! So, I am left where I began, that prayer is the only thing that I can offer for the unbelieving Nepali, my friend back home, or anyone else that I shall come across in the future, not my convincing words. And, I urge you also to join me in praying for him.
The day did get better though. Rina had prepared a nice meal! Chicken, veggies, and croissant rolls hit the spot. I bought a chocolate cake, enough for the kids to each get a piece, we blew up some balloons, and we played games for an hour. The kids had a blast! And, so did I. It was a great way to end a day that started off in the dumps.
Well, I better retire for the day. I need to hit the sack, but I will write sooner next time.
So to amuse your curious minds, I am leaving you with the Top Ten ways to know you are in a different country. Enjoy!!!
Top ten ways you know you are living in another country:
10: doing your laundry includes standing in a bucket while you mash your clothes with hot water under your feet.
9: you wake up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, and when you return to climb into your nice warm bed you decide to slip on your fleece that is hanging on your bed post, also where a dozen cockroaches are scurrying and have made their beds. (true story, Jordan is my witness)
8: doing the dishes means running some water over your plate to make sure that all the visible food is gone. (to all the mom’s out there: I know, I know)
7: driving is limitless. Imagine: no center lines, no real lanes, no traffic police, and thousands of nepalis who are in a hurry to get somewhere and armed with a horn. (however, in their defense, I have yet to see an accident)
6: a Coca Cola Classic can be as cheap as 15 cents. Does the Coca Cola bottling company know that they are basically giving them away here?
5: a trip to town means that I am going to be laughed at on the way to the bus stop, on the bus on the way to town, and as I walk around town fulfilling my errands and chores. (I know: it must be so amusing to see a very tall white guy try and get on a cramped bus that is shorter than him)
4: the question, “whats for dinner?” is irrelevant here…
3: getting in the shower is like playing the “who used up all the hot water?” game. Oh, I have a better game. Try this one, “Who hasn’t taken a shower in 4 days?”
2: walking down the street holding a 18 year old nepali’s hand (no not a girls) is not gay or wrong, its just different. (it is actually quite common for men of all ages to hold their friend’s hand while they walk the street. God is working on me and I am trying to be okay with this. I have almost gotten used to it)
1: a trip to the Immigration office to renew your visas looks more like 5 people standing around with nothing better to do, while one person tries to fulfill all the requests of the 16 demanding foreigners who are patiently waiting around the room. Meanwhile, Immigration officers #2-6 eat donuts and drink tea while admiring each others’ attire. Then they daringly try to tell Officer #1, the one who IS actually doing something, how he/she should do his job, all without moving more than the eight inches that are required to get their snacks into their mouths. So you are told to apply for the visa and come back two hours later, which is a trip in itself. So you do, and what do you get, more of what was mentioned; except this time you get to pay $30 (2150 rupees) and wait just a little bit longer. (It is so thrilling, we asked if we could come back on the 13th of each month, and they kindly accepted)
SO there you have it folks!
Monday, November 27, 2006
Devotional Time...
Here I am explaining the hand motions to the song "brother, friend" which has become one of their favorites.
Jordan taught this night about the tower of babel out of Genesis. The kids have really enjoyed the time in the Word.
You can see the kids are having a blast with this song. Here they are trying to spell J-E-S-U-S
It raining blankets and sheets!!!
Here is the bed stuff that was purchased for the kids to stay warm at night (blankets, pillows, and sheets)
Oh brother, looking so nice!
And, myself, as the children scurry around and sort through the bedding materials.
Monday, October 30, 2006
Lights, Camera, Action: Picture BLITZ (I guess this means I got a camera, huh?)
GO HOGS GO!!! EAT UP THE GAMECOCKS!!!
Look who I found strolling around the Kathmandu Valley! I instantly felt a soul-to-soul connection!
Sunday, October 29, 2006
...and going...
Okay...this is Nabin. I posted this to show some of you that he is a happy fellow. Some had commented on how sad he looked in the recent pic of him awhile back.
For those of you that are unsure, this is daal bhat takari. Rice, topped with a lentil soup, a side of greens, which I really like (very unusual for me; yes mom, i am eating my veggies) and a potato and cauliflower side (strangely enough, i like this too).
Jordan and I took the older guys out to eat one night. They had never been to a place this nice. We let them get whatever they wanted, which was odd to them. Most of us, including myself, got pizzas and then finished it off with desert. Jordan is mad here because they didn't have macaroni and cheese on the menu. Pull it together, buddy!
And, alas, Rajesh. Here is another pic of a guy you have been praying for (just to give you some faces with the names we have mentioned). He went to town, ordering Fish, Pizza, and his first experience with a milkshake.
...and going...
This is the cafe that was introduced to us via church staff. It is a Christian cafe and reminiscent (sp?) of home.
We ate banana pancakes and eggs. Did not think we would find these here. Coffee too, mmmm!
And Rosan, studying in his room.
The nepali kids are really smart. One 10 year old, Moses, has been studying Computer Programs in one of his classes.
Here are the kids being there crazy 'selves.
We ate banana pancakes and eggs. Did not think we would find these here. Coffee too, mmmm!
And Rosan, studying in his room.
The nepali kids are really smart. One 10 year old, Moses, has been studying Computer Programs in one of his classes.Here are the kids being there crazy 'selves.
...and going...
Okay...I got a little camera selfish here
This is Santosh (pronounced Santos), Rina's Husband...He is such an awesome guy!
This is one of the guys you have been praying for, Brarendra.
Here is another guy you have heard about, Sijon (pronounce Season)
This is Santosh (pronounced Santos), Rina's Husband...He is such an awesome guy!
This is one of the guys you have been praying for, Brarendra.
Here is another guy you have heard about, Sijon (pronounce Season)
Derek Webb, "A New Law"
Humbling and convicting, this song is:
“A New Law”
Derek Webb (formerly Caedman’s Call)
Don’t teach me about
politics and government;
Just tell me who to vote for.
Don’t teach me about
truth and beauty;
Just label my music.
Don’t teach me how
to live like a free man;
Just give me a new law.
I don’t want to know
if the answers aren’t easy.
So, just bring it down
from the mountain to me.
I want a new law.
Don’t teach me about
moderation and liberty;
I prefer a shot of grape juice.
Don’t teach me about
loving my enemies.
Don’t teach me how
to listen to the spirit;
Just give me a new law.
I don’t want to know
if the answers aren’t easy.
So, just bring it down
from the mountain to me.
I want a new law.
Cause, whats the use in trading
a law you can never keep
for one you can that can never get you anything.
Do not be afraid. Do not be afraid.
“A New Law”
Derek Webb (formerly Caedman’s Call)
Don’t teach me about
politics and government;
Just tell me who to vote for.
Don’t teach me about
truth and beauty;
Just label my music.
Don’t teach me how
to live like a free man;
Just give me a new law.
I don’t want to know
if the answers aren’t easy.
So, just bring it down
from the mountain to me.
I want a new law.
Don’t teach me about
moderation and liberty;
I prefer a shot of grape juice.
Don’t teach me about
loving my enemies.
Don’t teach me how
to listen to the spirit;
Just give me a new law.
I don’t want to know
if the answers aren’t easy.
So, just bring it down
from the mountain to me.
I want a new law.
Cause, whats the use in trading
a law you can never keep
for one you can that can never get you anything.
Do not be afraid. Do not be afraid.
Monday, October 23, 2006
"The Nepal Street Journal"
October 23, 2006
SPORTS:
“That’s another Arkansas Razorback…FIRST DOWN!”
Ok. Ok… Tell me God doesn’t have a sense of humor?
>Pre-departure to Nepal: USC 50, Arkansas 14 (0-1)
Arkansas 20, Utah State 0 (1-1)
>Since arriving in Nepal: Arkansas 21, Vanderbilt 19 (2-1)
Arkansas 24, #23 Alabama 23 (3-1)
Arkansas 27, #2 Auburn 10 (4-1)
#17 Arkansas 63, Missouri State 7 (5-1)
#15 Arkansas 38, Ole Miss 3 (6-1)
Clearly, we are off to the best start in Razorback football history since the time that Clint Stoerner decided to hand the Volunteers the biggest game of the year by using the football to catch his balance after a bad snap, and thus, blowing a 14-3 lead (Tennessee would go on to win the National Championship that year; Arkansas was 8-0 going in to the game and would finish 9-2). Maybe, just maybe, we can do a little better against Tennessee!
I have had to keep telling myself, “God’s timing is perfect. God’s timing is perfect.”
I AM MISSING ONE OF THE BIGGEST SEASONS OF RAZORBACK FOOTBALL! …and God waited until we left to make it interesting…Life is rough! I am, thus, that much closer to experiencing true suffering like Paul mentioned in his letters.
Trent: He has answered your prayers, indeed!
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Letter from the Editor:
Some of my readers have been following along with my Journey to Nepal, while simultaneously teasing their “itching ears” with the “thoughtless ramblings” of my blog counterpart, The Bear…
(also see: http://thoughtlessramblings.blogspot.com; Krystal Hayes©)
…Now, I confess that I, like most of you, as I sip on my morning fresh Café Latte, eagerly await the newest edition of “The Bear: Lost in Translation...or “The Bear gets diarrahea 14 times in a 3 hour span”…or, my personal favorite, “iPod Dancin’ in downtown Kathmandu to the tune of Michael Jackson’s ‘Black or White’.” And, I do this all while giggling like a little school boy. But, I must interject here. As of recently, my eyes have seen some outlandish comments that must remain hidden behind truth no longer. So, as I bring my rival back down to the planet that he was birthed from (at least, I think), I would like to expose these toxic and hyper exaggerated statements. First things first…
1) If you want to know the real “scaredy cat”: mention to Jordan as he is slipping in to his sheets about Crab Spiders. He will get skirmish like a pack of wild mice.
2) When electricity failed us again, I took the opportunity to scare Jordan himself as he climbed the stairs blindly. He never saw it coming!
3) “Next Time: Jason fights in a gladiator ring to save the life of an Indian princess!” This was posted at the end of a blog to excite you about a future post. I have yet to see the article, or the event as it happened in real life, to be honest.
4) Cost of a Subway Sandwich in a Delhi airport: $350…???...a bit too high buddy.
Oh, Jordan…how I love your ways!
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PHILANTHROPY COLUMN:
I would like to personally thank everybody that has contributed in some form or fashion for the kids at the Children’s Welfare Center. CWC (that’s us) is only supported by a few private contributors around the world. They receive no financial help from the government or any agencies at all. For this reason, they have been really tight in spending their money. Most of the kids’ basic needs are covered first. Then, if there is money remaining the kids get to do something fun. On our way over we brought with us several coloring books, art supplies, and games that were provided from generous givers like yourself. Thanks…thanks…thanks!!! And from the kids: THANKS! Whether you have given in monthly support to me or directly to the orphanage, your gift is making a positive impact here across the globe in Kathmandu, Nepal.
Three weeks ago, we toured a local orphanage nearby. There, God gave us a lot of great ideas to help the kids here in the orphanage. They had a room designated each for TV, games, studying, reading, music lovers, and origami crafters. Okay, I made the last one up! Here, at CWC, we only really have a common room with a TV, where everyone hangs around. Aside from the kids’ bedrooms, there are a few “storage” rooms. We might just have to transform into our alter egos from Extreme Home Makeover. I’ll let you decide which person qualifies as Ty Pennington.
Jordan and I want the kids here to have a study/ reading room where they can go for some peace and quiet. Our plans include buying a table or two, a few comfy chairs, and an assortment of educational books for the children’s enjoyment. We also have hopes of remodeling another room into a game/ sports room. This room will be equipped with bowling, darts, crafts, legos, and other fun kids stuff. Right now we are financially pinned on the project discussed later, but can’t wait to start this one.
On Thursday, Jordan and I bought some kids’ games and puzzles. Our 4 week long search finally came to an end. We purchased a plastic bowling set, a bucket of legos, batman puzzle, magnetic dart set (I was afraid that if I got the real sharp dart set, that I might “accidentally” misguide one into the back of one of my close American friends…I won’t mention any names), and a SpiroGraph among a few other fun things. Remember the SpiroGraph, friends? I had one when I was a kid. The nostalgia was so great, I almost cried when I saw it in the store.
On Friday, Rina, Jordan, and I rode into town together to price blankets, bed sheets, and pillows for each child. When asked what the kids needed most and first of all, Rina mentioned these. Hopefully, next week, after the deshai festival, we will be able to get a cheaper price. Right now, we are looking at a complete, adequate bed set for all 52 kids for about $400. Not too bad at all. Just so you know…the kids each have a pillow and a small blanket, so they are not without, but they desperately need to be replaced, and especially before the winter weather hits. It excites me to be able to see the kids helped out in this way! Thanks, to YOU!
Everything mentioned we would not have been able to do without your help. You can know that your sacrificial giving is a blessing to children here at CWC.
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OBITUARIES:
The 5th generation iPod, birthed by Apple Inc, passed away last Monday at 8:45 AM after a traumatic fall. Survivors include Jordan Greenwald, aka The Bear. Funeral services have already taken place (note: see http://thebearinnepal.blogspot.com). iPod, We will miss your oh so sweet music.
Update: We have trusted in Christ’s resurrection power and we saw the fullness of that power raise iPod from the dead and bring it completely back to life. All functions have been fully restored. Thank you for your prayers and support.
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CLASSIFIED ADS:
FOR SALE: 1998 Toyota 4Runner. 160,000 miles. Good cond. Leather, sunroof, pw/pl, tinted windows, towing package, 4x4, Cd, air/ heat work GREAT. Needs new tires and brakes. For further questions, please email: jboxhayes@gmail.com. Asking $7,999.
HELP WANTED: part-time volunteers to aid in children’s orphanage and a chance to see long lost friends…OR…just board a plane and come visit us next week. We will never forget it!!!
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ENTERTAINMENT NEWS:
Over the past two weeks I have been following a few older guys from CWC to their school at 8:00am to join them in a game of 5 on 5 basketball against their fellow Nepali students. It’s always fun, as I never miss a chance to shoot hoops. Furthermore, God has given me a few friendships with other “outsiders” (those not residing at CWC) and I am anxious to see how He will use me in the future. This type of relational ministry breaks the mold for me. Being a person with little relational skills, I frequently struggle when it comes to making new friends. On the other hand, it is amazing how natural and easy it is when you are doing something that you love and just pulling guys in to join you.
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RELIGION AND SPIRITUALITY:
Yesterday was HUGE!!!
We have finally been set free from isolation…well…somewhat. Yesterday Rina dropped us off at an international church here in Kathmandu. Our search for a church body with a service in English is FINALLY over! It was so refreshing to walk into a service with a body of believers. All first time attendees were asked to share where they were from. In a room of 300 people over 30 stood up. China, Hong Kong, Philippines, Britain, Australia, US, Thailand, Africa—the room was filled with such diversity! A traveling speaker brought in from India gave a humbling message on being Christ’s ambassadors in a dark world. It wasn’t sugar coated, but straight from the Word, and the Word only. The worship was moving; we recognized all the songs! Afterward, on American man, Fred (45-50 yr. old), asked us if we wanted to go to lunch with him and his wife and other American church goers. Without hesitation, we quickly accepted the invitation. You will not believe the place they took us.
We ended up walking down the street from the church, up some stairs, and into a CHRISTIAN CAFÉ. For our new church friends, the café to them was like what Acambaro is to Fellowship—the after church lunch hangout. We met up with a dozen other Americans (who all attend the church) and were able to share a Café Mocha and a Breakfast burrito (for real) with them. We instantly felt welcome. One lady has been here 10 years working in children homes and was able to give us great advice. Fred and his wife, Cindy, have been here 5. They showed us a great place to buy Bibles and great Christian books. We are meeting Fred at 9:30 on Thursday morning to sit in on a men’s time in the Word. I am so ready for this!!!
The café, known as their usual hangout had games, books, great food, and will be getting wireless internet next month. I have been looking for a place to be able to sit and read during the day. I am VERY, VERY excited! We will be back!
Praise God for such a great day! All of a sudden we have several friends in the LORD that we can share life and experiences and struggles with. Thanks for praying!
SPORTS:
“That’s another Arkansas Razorback…FIRST DOWN!”
Ok. Ok… Tell me God doesn’t have a sense of humor?
>Pre-departure to Nepal: USC 50, Arkansas 14 (0-1)
Arkansas 20, Utah State 0 (1-1)
>Since arriving in Nepal: Arkansas 21, Vanderbilt 19 (2-1)
Arkansas 24, #23 Alabama 23 (3-1)
Arkansas 27, #2 Auburn 10 (4-1)
#17 Arkansas 63, Missouri State 7 (5-1)
#15 Arkansas 38, Ole Miss 3 (6-1)
Clearly, we are off to the best start in Razorback football history since the time that Clint Stoerner decided to hand the Volunteers the biggest game of the year by using the football to catch his balance after a bad snap, and thus, blowing a 14-3 lead (Tennessee would go on to win the National Championship that year; Arkansas was 8-0 going in to the game and would finish 9-2). Maybe, just maybe, we can do a little better against Tennessee!
I have had to keep telling myself, “God’s timing is perfect. God’s timing is perfect.”
I AM MISSING ONE OF THE BIGGEST SEASONS OF RAZORBACK FOOTBALL! …and God waited until we left to make it interesting…Life is rough! I am, thus, that much closer to experiencing true suffering like Paul mentioned in his letters.
Trent: He has answered your prayers, indeed!
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Letter from the Editor:
Some of my readers have been following along with my Journey to Nepal, while simultaneously teasing their “itching ears” with the “thoughtless ramblings” of my blog counterpart, The Bear…
(also see: http://thoughtlessramblings.blogspot.com; Krystal Hayes©)
…Now, I confess that I, like most of you, as I sip on my morning fresh Café Latte, eagerly await the newest edition of “The Bear: Lost in Translation...or “The Bear gets diarrahea 14 times in a 3 hour span”…or, my personal favorite, “iPod Dancin’ in downtown Kathmandu to the tune of Michael Jackson’s ‘Black or White’.” And, I do this all while giggling like a little school boy. But, I must interject here. As of recently, my eyes have seen some outlandish comments that must remain hidden behind truth no longer. So, as I bring my rival back down to the planet that he was birthed from (at least, I think), I would like to expose these toxic and hyper exaggerated statements. First things first…
1) If you want to know the real “scaredy cat”: mention to Jordan as he is slipping in to his sheets about Crab Spiders. He will get skirmish like a pack of wild mice.
2) When electricity failed us again, I took the opportunity to scare Jordan himself as he climbed the stairs blindly. He never saw it coming!
3) “Next Time: Jason fights in a gladiator ring to save the life of an Indian princess!” This was posted at the end of a blog to excite you about a future post. I have yet to see the article, or the event as it happened in real life, to be honest.
4) Cost of a Subway Sandwich in a Delhi airport: $350…???...a bit too high buddy.
Oh, Jordan…how I love your ways!
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PHILANTHROPY COLUMN:
I would like to personally thank everybody that has contributed in some form or fashion for the kids at the Children’s Welfare Center. CWC (that’s us) is only supported by a few private contributors around the world. They receive no financial help from the government or any agencies at all. For this reason, they have been really tight in spending their money. Most of the kids’ basic needs are covered first. Then, if there is money remaining the kids get to do something fun. On our way over we brought with us several coloring books, art supplies, and games that were provided from generous givers like yourself. Thanks…thanks…thanks!!! And from the kids: THANKS! Whether you have given in monthly support to me or directly to the orphanage, your gift is making a positive impact here across the globe in Kathmandu, Nepal.
Three weeks ago, we toured a local orphanage nearby. There, God gave us a lot of great ideas to help the kids here in the orphanage. They had a room designated each for TV, games, studying, reading, music lovers, and origami crafters. Okay, I made the last one up! Here, at CWC, we only really have a common room with a TV, where everyone hangs around. Aside from the kids’ bedrooms, there are a few “storage” rooms. We might just have to transform into our alter egos from Extreme Home Makeover. I’ll let you decide which person qualifies as Ty Pennington.
Jordan and I want the kids here to have a study/ reading room where they can go for some peace and quiet. Our plans include buying a table or two, a few comfy chairs, and an assortment of educational books for the children’s enjoyment. We also have hopes of remodeling another room into a game/ sports room. This room will be equipped with bowling, darts, crafts, legos, and other fun kids stuff. Right now we are financially pinned on the project discussed later, but can’t wait to start this one.
On Thursday, Jordan and I bought some kids’ games and puzzles. Our 4 week long search finally came to an end. We purchased a plastic bowling set, a bucket of legos, batman puzzle, magnetic dart set (I was afraid that if I got the real sharp dart set, that I might “accidentally” misguide one into the back of one of my close American friends…I won’t mention any names), and a SpiroGraph among a few other fun things. Remember the SpiroGraph, friends? I had one when I was a kid. The nostalgia was so great, I almost cried when I saw it in the store.
On Friday, Rina, Jordan, and I rode into town together to price blankets, bed sheets, and pillows for each child. When asked what the kids needed most and first of all, Rina mentioned these. Hopefully, next week, after the deshai festival, we will be able to get a cheaper price. Right now, we are looking at a complete, adequate bed set for all 52 kids for about $400. Not too bad at all. Just so you know…the kids each have a pillow and a small blanket, so they are not without, but they desperately need to be replaced, and especially before the winter weather hits. It excites me to be able to see the kids helped out in this way! Thanks, to YOU!
Everything mentioned we would not have been able to do without your help. You can know that your sacrificial giving is a blessing to children here at CWC.
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OBITUARIES:
The 5th generation iPod, birthed by Apple Inc, passed away last Monday at 8:45 AM after a traumatic fall. Survivors include Jordan Greenwald, aka The Bear. Funeral services have already taken place (note: see http://thebearinnepal.blogspot.com). iPod, We will miss your oh so sweet music.
Update: We have trusted in Christ’s resurrection power and we saw the fullness of that power raise iPod from the dead and bring it completely back to life. All functions have been fully restored. Thank you for your prayers and support.
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CLASSIFIED ADS:
FOR SALE: 1998 Toyota 4Runner. 160,000 miles. Good cond. Leather, sunroof, pw/pl, tinted windows, towing package, 4x4, Cd, air/ heat work GREAT. Needs new tires and brakes. For further questions, please email: jboxhayes@gmail.com. Asking $7,999.
HELP WANTED: part-time volunteers to aid in children’s orphanage and a chance to see long lost friends…OR…just board a plane and come visit us next week. We will never forget it!!!
----------
ENTERTAINMENT NEWS:
Over the past two weeks I have been following a few older guys from CWC to their school at 8:00am to join them in a game of 5 on 5 basketball against their fellow Nepali students. It’s always fun, as I never miss a chance to shoot hoops. Furthermore, God has given me a few friendships with other “outsiders” (those not residing at CWC) and I am anxious to see how He will use me in the future. This type of relational ministry breaks the mold for me. Being a person with little relational skills, I frequently struggle when it comes to making new friends. On the other hand, it is amazing how natural and easy it is when you are doing something that you love and just pulling guys in to join you.
----------
RELIGION AND SPIRITUALITY:
Yesterday was HUGE!!!
We have finally been set free from isolation…well…somewhat. Yesterday Rina dropped us off at an international church here in Kathmandu. Our search for a church body with a service in English is FINALLY over! It was so refreshing to walk into a service with a body of believers. All first time attendees were asked to share where they were from. In a room of 300 people over 30 stood up. China, Hong Kong, Philippines, Britain, Australia, US, Thailand, Africa—the room was filled with such diversity! A traveling speaker brought in from India gave a humbling message on being Christ’s ambassadors in a dark world. It wasn’t sugar coated, but straight from the Word, and the Word only. The worship was moving; we recognized all the songs! Afterward, on American man, Fred (45-50 yr. old), asked us if we wanted to go to lunch with him and his wife and other American church goers. Without hesitation, we quickly accepted the invitation. You will not believe the place they took us.
We ended up walking down the street from the church, up some stairs, and into a CHRISTIAN CAFÉ. For our new church friends, the café to them was like what Acambaro is to Fellowship—the after church lunch hangout. We met up with a dozen other Americans (who all attend the church) and were able to share a Café Mocha and a Breakfast burrito (for real) with them. We instantly felt welcome. One lady has been here 10 years working in children homes and was able to give us great advice. Fred and his wife, Cindy, have been here 5. They showed us a great place to buy Bibles and great Christian books. We are meeting Fred at 9:30 on Thursday morning to sit in on a men’s time in the Word. I am so ready for this!!!
The café, known as their usual hangout had games, books, great food, and will be getting wireless internet next month. I have been looking for a place to be able to sit and read during the day. I am VERY, VERY excited! We will be back!
Praise God for such a great day! All of a sudden we have several friends in the LORD that we can share life and experiences and struggles with. Thanks for praying!
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
Will you wait for Him?
What to tell you? What to say? It seems like the last week has been uneventful. If you are looking for excitement and a story to scare the moms with, then you need to check out Jordan’s blog. He had a pretty odd day two days ago. I don’t want to steal his thunder. Plus, the story is better told from his perspective…
Day by day the kids are beginning to return to the orphanage. I am excited to see some of the familiar faces that left us for their families a week into our stay and at the beginning of the Nepali festival.
Oooohhhh, I almost forgot about the festival. Rina and her husband, Santosh, took us to the Royal Palace on Saturday. As part of the deshai festival, they had a concert featuring several bands and musicians. They took Jordan and me to the nice part of town. We had not been there yet. We had lunch at a restaurant that reminded me of a 50s diner. Ok you all, we had pizza and a chicken burger. Lunch was topped off with hot fudge and caramel sundaes!!! It was truly delightful (said in my best British accent). Afterward, we listened to the Nepali musicians. Most of them were okay, with the exception of the last band we listened to. They basically covered every 90’s grunge band in America. It was awesome!!! Brarendra, one of the older boys here, went with us. It was good, quality time with just him. He is becoming one of my favorites around here (you didn’t hear it from me). He is a very smart 19 yr. old. Consider him the go-to guy around the orphanage. I really like his personality—a very calm, collected man. He gives careful consideration to the words he uses. He doesn’t talk much, and when he does you can tell he has thought about what he’s going to say. He spends a lot of time in our room and we have had some good times. All of the kids here respect and listen to him. He is a leader!
Yesterday, Rina invited Jordan and I to attend dinner with them at their friend’s house. They brought out Nepali foods of all kinds. We had spicy black-eyed peas, chips, black beans, fish, chicken, and some unknown Nepali fruit that tastes like a sweet tart. We filled up on all the great tasting foods. “Seconds anyone? You bet!” Afterwards, around 8:30-9:00pm-ish, we were all watching TV and just visiting. I was fighting falling asleep! Mommy (Rina’s mom; everybody calls her this) was already asleep. Jordan and I wondered why we hadn’t left yet. It was getting late. And then…oh yes…an hour later…the actual dinner. Who knew? They brought out rice with soup and more spicy black-eyed peas. We had no idea there was another course to the meal, as we had filled up with what we thought to be dinner. I, being the growing skinny boy, enjoyed another chance at a meal. Jordan, on the other hand, was struggling. I think the aquarium nearby might have gained some unwanted weight from Jordan’s leftover soup. Well, not really, but he almost did. I had to intervene! That’s what brothers do!
On the way back, closing in on 10:00pm now, we all crammed into the orphanage jeep and headed back. Santosh unexpectedly pulls the car to the side of the road in the middle of nowhere and shuts off the engine. “What is going on,” I asked in a very patient voice. Supposedly, a cat crossed the street ahead of us back on the road somewhere, and it is Nepali bad luck. He informed us that we were supposed to wait until somebody passed us either from the front or back to reverse the bad luck. I checked the road ahead and the rear view mirror—nothing. Not a car in sight. I wondered how long we would wait and even suggested that I could get out of the car and "pass by.” Eventually, we were up and going again.
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You must know that the kids here are truly amazing. I wish I could bring all of them home to America. It will be hard leaving them come next June when we depart from Nepal. At the moment, as I sit here updating you about the week, they sit parched around my computer demanding I show them a game or a movie. Don’t worry, its not you, they just want to see something a little more entertaining than a word document.
I hope each of you know the eternal investment you have made in the lives of these Nepali children by simply asking the Father on their behalf. They will forever be changed!
I must say that God has been opening my eyes in respect to the life of a missionary. As I have looked at Paul’s life and the very first Biblical missionaries, I am realizing how much they suffered. I think about all the differences we have had to deal with, and they are nothing compared to the life Paul lived—Shipwrecked, without family and friends, hungry, several times 40 lashes minus 1, stoned, beaten, and verbally mocked and abused. And, yet Paul received all with joy and hope in Christ and His Resurrection.
Oh, that I would learn from the life Paul lived, and live more fully for HIM!!!
It has been an AWESOME adventure and I have noticed such a change in my heart since being here. Sometimes we have to lock our door in the morning to get alone time, but the time is so sweet. I spent some time on "our little mountain" that is a short hike away (in which it overlooks all of Kathmandu). I began to notice how often I ask God to meet with me and am only willing to wait sometimes a few minutes to actually sense his presence. I am realizing that waiting on the presence of the LORD is a patient process. How can I, a mere human, demand that a wild, mighty, powerful, UNTAMEABLE God show up on my time. Most of the time He wants me to wait for HIM, to test my heart.
I would like to leave you with a journal entry recorded yesterday on Wednesday, October 18, 2006:
“The LORD is never late; we are impatient.” --Unkown
A thought grazes my mind and my heart, and I am left in humility. The God of this universe met me in a place where I have longed to find Him...my heart. And it is not something that I demanded, willed, or even controlled. It was freely given at the right time—a joy unspeakable. On several occasions—I would even go as far as saying, “almost every time I sit or kneel before the LORD in eager expectation”—I have [pleaded with] the LORD, God to be in my presence. I have even used Jesus’ words, “Ask…and it will be given to you,” as leverage, [except, I am too impatient to wait on Him]. And, even then, sometimes my requests have been left unfulfilled. As I sat in prayer three days ago, I quickly became dissatisfied and frustrated [after a few minutes]. Every morning I ask the LORD to reveal His presence to me. In a way, I pridefully demand it. And…[because of my impatience]…I don’t see or feel Him. In the midst of prayer, I began to pour out the frustrations of my heart, and they turned to humble requests—an invitation to the Living God—to see Him. As God revealed to me His splendor and majesty, I quickly grasped and felt the heart’s message behind John 3:30, “He must become greater and I must become less.”
I live in a world, a place, where my desires, pleasures, demands, delights, and my cravings are met the instant my heart first beckons them. If I want something, I buy it. If I am hungry, I eat. I don’t wait long for anything, and I am fully catered to. And, for some strange reason, I believe, and was convinced, that the same theory holds true within the spiritual realm. “God, make yourself known to me, right now. I ask for it. I want it. I demand it!”
…Why?...
Does God work in my timing or His? I serve a god that cannot be controlled. His timing is perfect. Because my God loves me and died for me, and because He says so in His Word, I know He will reveal Himself to me [at his choosing], and I know that He will answer my prayers. But, one thing I must remember, in His timing and for His glory. Not mine!
“God is NEVER late; I am impatient.”
Day by day the kids are beginning to return to the orphanage. I am excited to see some of the familiar faces that left us for their families a week into our stay and at the beginning of the Nepali festival.
Oooohhhh, I almost forgot about the festival. Rina and her husband, Santosh, took us to the Royal Palace on Saturday. As part of the deshai festival, they had a concert featuring several bands and musicians. They took Jordan and me to the nice part of town. We had not been there yet. We had lunch at a restaurant that reminded me of a 50s diner. Ok you all, we had pizza and a chicken burger. Lunch was topped off with hot fudge and caramel sundaes!!! It was truly delightful (said in my best British accent). Afterward, we listened to the Nepali musicians. Most of them were okay, with the exception of the last band we listened to. They basically covered every 90’s grunge band in America. It was awesome!!! Brarendra, one of the older boys here, went with us. It was good, quality time with just him. He is becoming one of my favorites around here (you didn’t hear it from me). He is a very smart 19 yr. old. Consider him the go-to guy around the orphanage. I really like his personality—a very calm, collected man. He gives careful consideration to the words he uses. He doesn’t talk much, and when he does you can tell he has thought about what he’s going to say. He spends a lot of time in our room and we have had some good times. All of the kids here respect and listen to him. He is a leader!
Yesterday, Rina invited Jordan and I to attend dinner with them at their friend’s house. They brought out Nepali foods of all kinds. We had spicy black-eyed peas, chips, black beans, fish, chicken, and some unknown Nepali fruit that tastes like a sweet tart. We filled up on all the great tasting foods. “Seconds anyone? You bet!” Afterwards, around 8:30-9:00pm-ish, we were all watching TV and just visiting. I was fighting falling asleep! Mommy (Rina’s mom; everybody calls her this) was already asleep. Jordan and I wondered why we hadn’t left yet. It was getting late. And then…oh yes…an hour later…the actual dinner. Who knew? They brought out rice with soup and more spicy black-eyed peas. We had no idea there was another course to the meal, as we had filled up with what we thought to be dinner. I, being the growing skinny boy, enjoyed another chance at a meal. Jordan, on the other hand, was struggling. I think the aquarium nearby might have gained some unwanted weight from Jordan’s leftover soup. Well, not really, but he almost did. I had to intervene! That’s what brothers do!
On the way back, closing in on 10:00pm now, we all crammed into the orphanage jeep and headed back. Santosh unexpectedly pulls the car to the side of the road in the middle of nowhere and shuts off the engine. “What is going on,” I asked in a very patient voice. Supposedly, a cat crossed the street ahead of us back on the road somewhere, and it is Nepali bad luck. He informed us that we were supposed to wait until somebody passed us either from the front or back to reverse the bad luck. I checked the road ahead and the rear view mirror—nothing. Not a car in sight. I wondered how long we would wait and even suggested that I could get out of the car and "pass by.” Eventually, we were up and going again.
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You must know that the kids here are truly amazing. I wish I could bring all of them home to America. It will be hard leaving them come next June when we depart from Nepal. At the moment, as I sit here updating you about the week, they sit parched around my computer demanding I show them a game or a movie. Don’t worry, its not you, they just want to see something a little more entertaining than a word document.
I hope each of you know the eternal investment you have made in the lives of these Nepali children by simply asking the Father on their behalf. They will forever be changed!
I must say that God has been opening my eyes in respect to the life of a missionary. As I have looked at Paul’s life and the very first Biblical missionaries, I am realizing how much they suffered. I think about all the differences we have had to deal with, and they are nothing compared to the life Paul lived—Shipwrecked, without family and friends, hungry, several times 40 lashes minus 1, stoned, beaten, and verbally mocked and abused. And, yet Paul received all with joy and hope in Christ and His Resurrection.
Oh, that I would learn from the life Paul lived, and live more fully for HIM!!!
It has been an AWESOME adventure and I have noticed such a change in my heart since being here. Sometimes we have to lock our door in the morning to get alone time, but the time is so sweet. I spent some time on "our little mountain" that is a short hike away (in which it overlooks all of Kathmandu). I began to notice how often I ask God to meet with me and am only willing to wait sometimes a few minutes to actually sense his presence. I am realizing that waiting on the presence of the LORD is a patient process. How can I, a mere human, demand that a wild, mighty, powerful, UNTAMEABLE God show up on my time. Most of the time He wants me to wait for HIM, to test my heart.
I would like to leave you with a journal entry recorded yesterday on Wednesday, October 18, 2006:
“The LORD is never late; we are impatient.” --Unkown
A thought grazes my mind and my heart, and I am left in humility. The God of this universe met me in a place where I have longed to find Him...my heart. And it is not something that I demanded, willed, or even controlled. It was freely given at the right time—a joy unspeakable. On several occasions—I would even go as far as saying, “almost every time I sit or kneel before the LORD in eager expectation”—I have [pleaded with] the LORD, God to be in my presence. I have even used Jesus’ words, “Ask…and it will be given to you,” as leverage, [except, I am too impatient to wait on Him]. And, even then, sometimes my requests have been left unfulfilled. As I sat in prayer three days ago, I quickly became dissatisfied and frustrated [after a few minutes]. Every morning I ask the LORD to reveal His presence to me. In a way, I pridefully demand it. And…[because of my impatience]…I don’t see or feel Him. In the midst of prayer, I began to pour out the frustrations of my heart, and they turned to humble requests—an invitation to the Living God—to see Him. As God revealed to me His splendor and majesty, I quickly grasped and felt the heart’s message behind John 3:30, “He must become greater and I must become less.”
I live in a world, a place, where my desires, pleasures, demands, delights, and my cravings are met the instant my heart first beckons them. If I want something, I buy it. If I am hungry, I eat. I don’t wait long for anything, and I am fully catered to. And, for some strange reason, I believe, and was convinced, that the same theory holds true within the spiritual realm. “God, make yourself known to me, right now. I ask for it. I want it. I demand it!”
…Why?...
Does God work in my timing or His? I serve a god that cannot be controlled. His timing is perfect. Because my God loves me and died for me, and because He says so in His Word, I know He will reveal Himself to me [at his choosing], and I know that He will answer my prayers. But, one thing I must remember, in His timing and for His glory. Not mine!
“God is NEVER late; I am impatient.”
Monday, October 09, 2006
Pics, Pics, everyone loves pics (no not guitar pics or hair pics)
Banana anyone???...He will even deliver!
Sunday, October 08, 2006
"the Wall...or a wall"
October 8, 2006…
Namaste, mero nam Jason ho. Hulak ghar kaha cha? Masaga euta guitar ra das rupiya cha! (Hello, my name is Jason. Where is the post office? I have a guitar and ten rupees!)
…And that is the extent of my Nepali language. Actually, I have been studying 4-5 times a week and I am starting to pick it up a little. Rina is starting to talk to us more in Nepali, and less in English, which has helped (not that we understand it either, but she teaches us as we go). I am building my confidence to speak to people in the city.
Key Phrase that we use frequently: Mito Cha!...which means…uuuumm, this is good! Regardless of what we think about dinner, we just smile and repeat this phrase.
…I think the weeks get a little harder and harder. The kids have been here in the orphanage all day for the last two weeks. Most of the kids (with the exception of the older ones) will also be out of school for the next two weeks. With the September Nepali festivals, the kids are out of school for a whole month.
There is not a lot to do here in the orphanage, and, as a result, we really have had to be creative with our time. Lots of reading…LOTS!!!
With the kids here all day, I have started to get slightly frustrated as there is never a time that I can just be by myself. I would say that is the one disadvantage of living “in” the orphanage. When a child comes in our room, it is hard to tell them that I need “alone time.” And, as A.D.D.ish that I am, I need to be alone in a room that I can read in, pray out loud, think, and listen for His voice just to be able to focus. So that is a challenge! I spend each day with Him, but, as I mentioned, it is a challenge to stay focused. Today, I hiked up to a nearby mountain. It was only about a 20 minute walk to the top, which overlooks all of Kathmandu. It was neat to be able to take some time and pray with hardly any distractions—just me, God, and the chirping birds. It was very calm and peaceful, and much needed!
I have been reading from John Piper’s “When I Don’t Desire God: How to fight for joy.” I also have John Piper’s podcast, Desiring God Radio, and he devotes 10, twenty-five minute sections with a biblical approach to “why we don’t desire God some times.” If you have not got either of these tools, you need to check them out. They are great for your journey with God. In both, I have learned how to fight for joy even when I just don’t sense that He is near.
David says, in Psalm 43, “Why are you downcast, O my soul?
Why so disturbed within me?
Put your hope in God,
for I will yet praise him,
my Savior and my God.”
Even when David is down, He knows that God is going to reveal himself. As you see, he gives his soul a little pep talk. “Don’t be down, soul. Come on, hope in God.” He doesn’t give up and give in to Satan, but he trusts that though He doesn’t sense God now, he will. He is fighting for his joy in God.
…Many times I become frustrated because I don’t “feel” (a soft word that I am starting to hate using in my description of my spiritual life) God’s presence. But, my approach should be like David’s, not allowing myself to dwell on the current state, but to hope in God—to wait for Him. Satan’s attacks haven’t made it any easier though…
…I knew with the decision to move overseas that Satan was going to attack me somehow. I didn’t know where it would come from. Before I left—the night before—the sunroof in my car that I am trying to sell, shattered. Six hundred and fifty dollars out the window; no pun intended!!! However, I did have a generous giver who picked up the whole bill. Praise God! On the third day that I was here I had $60 stolen out of my room. The suspect: A 5 yr. old little boy who roams in and out of our room at 5:30 in the morning while we sleep. He is quite known to pick up things that he likes and put them in his pocket. Other things from other volunteers have disappeared including a cell phone, money, and an alarm clock—and all from the young and brilliant boy. Last week, my camera disappeared. You know, the one that I was using to post those really nice pictures of the children and country of Nepal onto my blog. Well, I managed to get a few photos for posting in the future from another volunteer, but I still have no camera. There have been other incidents where things in my room are moved, and for me it is quite frustrating. But, I am learning to let go of the tight grip that I have on things that I possess. Here I am with all my gadgets and stuff, and I get uptight when I am missing something of mine. In the meantime, the Nepali children have nothing and are always content. Man, I have a lot to learn. All of these attacks have been against my “material” possessions. I have struggled to give up control in this area. It has been hard, but good.
So, there you are, sitting there wondering if this story gets any better. Good news…It might!
Through the really hard times, God has been working. As you might have guessed, the children here have been really open to us. They are eager to play at all times of the day. As mentioned before, God has placed a few older guys on my heart. We have been having fun with these guys and just learning about their life. Recently, Jordan and I have had great conversations with a man named Rajesh (pronounced Ra-jees). He is very smart in his studies of science, and as a result, he wants proof that the Bible is true, that God created the universe, and that God and Jesus exist. He is unsure if he should follow science, Christianity, or Hinduism. It was easy to become frustrated after our conversation, but God has brought me back to the truth that no matter what I say or do, I am not the one who can change his heart. It is Him, the God of this universe! Because of God’s power and sovereignty, and my inadequacy, I am encouraged more to fall on my knees and pray for Rajesh’s salvation. It is somewhat freeing, but I soon realize that I have no control over his heart, and I don’t like that. I want to somehow believe that I can “win Rajesh to the LORD” by my persuasive and highly convincing words. But, I MUST give up control. It brings me back to the Campus Crusade for Christ definition of evangelism: presenting the message of Christ, in the power of the Holy Spirit, and leaving the results up to God.
Jordan and I have been talking about starting a Bible study with the 5-6 older guys that live here. You can pray for these guys, as well as Jordan and I as we seek direction. Please Pray for Nabin (Na-been), Rajesh (Ra-jees), Umesh (oo-mess), Brarendra, and Cesan (see-zon).
The spiritual climate of the orphanage is somewhat unknown. In my impression, the kids are exposed to the Bible via church and the orphanage, but I am not sure that they have trusted Christ with their life and made Him their Savior. With the Hindu culture and customs, many Nepalis who call themselves Christians still believe in some of the Hindu gods and follow Hindu tradition. I don’t think they believe John 14:6, which says that Jesus is “the way, the truth, and the life.” One man here confessed that Christianity makes him feel comfortable, and it gives him a good feeling when he prays, yet everyone should be able to worship whatever/whomever they want. He also holds to the worship of Hindu gods. Absolute truth…GONE!!! So we are caught somewhere in between wanting to present the truth that Jesus is the only way, and not wanting to be “those guys that came to tell us what is wrong about our religious culture.” I want every child to at least hear and know that Jesus Christ is the only way. Pray that hearts will be open.
So that about wraps up today’s topic “the Wall.”
I love the emails that you send. They keep me connected to the world I used to know. Keep ‘em comin’!
Miss you all more than you know!
Jason
PS> I am still waiting on the Quarter Pounder with Cheese meal. Has anyone sent that yet?
Namaste, mero nam Jason ho. Hulak ghar kaha cha? Masaga euta guitar ra das rupiya cha! (Hello, my name is Jason. Where is the post office? I have a guitar and ten rupees!)
…And that is the extent of my Nepali language. Actually, I have been studying 4-5 times a week and I am starting to pick it up a little. Rina is starting to talk to us more in Nepali, and less in English, which has helped (not that we understand it either, but she teaches us as we go). I am building my confidence to speak to people in the city.
Key Phrase that we use frequently: Mito Cha!...which means…uuuumm, this is good! Regardless of what we think about dinner, we just smile and repeat this phrase.
…I think the weeks get a little harder and harder. The kids have been here in the orphanage all day for the last two weeks. Most of the kids (with the exception of the older ones) will also be out of school for the next two weeks. With the September Nepali festivals, the kids are out of school for a whole month.
There is not a lot to do here in the orphanage, and, as a result, we really have had to be creative with our time. Lots of reading…LOTS!!!
With the kids here all day, I have started to get slightly frustrated as there is never a time that I can just be by myself. I would say that is the one disadvantage of living “in” the orphanage. When a child comes in our room, it is hard to tell them that I need “alone time.” And, as A.D.D.ish that I am, I need to be alone in a room that I can read in, pray out loud, think, and listen for His voice just to be able to focus. So that is a challenge! I spend each day with Him, but, as I mentioned, it is a challenge to stay focused. Today, I hiked up to a nearby mountain. It was only about a 20 minute walk to the top, which overlooks all of Kathmandu. It was neat to be able to take some time and pray with hardly any distractions—just me, God, and the chirping birds. It was very calm and peaceful, and much needed!
I have been reading from John Piper’s “When I Don’t Desire God: How to fight for joy.” I also have John Piper’s podcast, Desiring God Radio, and he devotes 10, twenty-five minute sections with a biblical approach to “why we don’t desire God some times.” If you have not got either of these tools, you need to check them out. They are great for your journey with God. In both, I have learned how to fight for joy even when I just don’t sense that He is near.
David says, in Psalm 43, “Why are you downcast, O my soul?
Why so disturbed within me?
Put your hope in God,
for I will yet praise him,
my Savior and my God.”
Even when David is down, He knows that God is going to reveal himself. As you see, he gives his soul a little pep talk. “Don’t be down, soul. Come on, hope in God.” He doesn’t give up and give in to Satan, but he trusts that though He doesn’t sense God now, he will. He is fighting for his joy in God.
…Many times I become frustrated because I don’t “feel” (a soft word that I am starting to hate using in my description of my spiritual life) God’s presence. But, my approach should be like David’s, not allowing myself to dwell on the current state, but to hope in God—to wait for Him. Satan’s attacks haven’t made it any easier though…
…I knew with the decision to move overseas that Satan was going to attack me somehow. I didn’t know where it would come from. Before I left—the night before—the sunroof in my car that I am trying to sell, shattered. Six hundred and fifty dollars out the window; no pun intended!!! However, I did have a generous giver who picked up the whole bill. Praise God! On the third day that I was here I had $60 stolen out of my room. The suspect: A 5 yr. old little boy who roams in and out of our room at 5:30 in the morning while we sleep. He is quite known to pick up things that he likes and put them in his pocket. Other things from other volunteers have disappeared including a cell phone, money, and an alarm clock—and all from the young and brilliant boy. Last week, my camera disappeared. You know, the one that I was using to post those really nice pictures of the children and country of Nepal onto my blog. Well, I managed to get a few photos for posting in the future from another volunteer, but I still have no camera. There have been other incidents where things in my room are moved, and for me it is quite frustrating. But, I am learning to let go of the tight grip that I have on things that I possess. Here I am with all my gadgets and stuff, and I get uptight when I am missing something of mine. In the meantime, the Nepali children have nothing and are always content. Man, I have a lot to learn. All of these attacks have been against my “material” possessions. I have struggled to give up control in this area. It has been hard, but good.
So, there you are, sitting there wondering if this story gets any better. Good news…It might!
Through the really hard times, God has been working. As you might have guessed, the children here have been really open to us. They are eager to play at all times of the day. As mentioned before, God has placed a few older guys on my heart. We have been having fun with these guys and just learning about their life. Recently, Jordan and I have had great conversations with a man named Rajesh (pronounced Ra-jees). He is very smart in his studies of science, and as a result, he wants proof that the Bible is true, that God created the universe, and that God and Jesus exist. He is unsure if he should follow science, Christianity, or Hinduism. It was easy to become frustrated after our conversation, but God has brought me back to the truth that no matter what I say or do, I am not the one who can change his heart. It is Him, the God of this universe! Because of God’s power and sovereignty, and my inadequacy, I am encouraged more to fall on my knees and pray for Rajesh’s salvation. It is somewhat freeing, but I soon realize that I have no control over his heart, and I don’t like that. I want to somehow believe that I can “win Rajesh to the LORD” by my persuasive and highly convincing words. But, I MUST give up control. It brings me back to the Campus Crusade for Christ definition of evangelism: presenting the message of Christ, in the power of the Holy Spirit, and leaving the results up to God.
Jordan and I have been talking about starting a Bible study with the 5-6 older guys that live here. You can pray for these guys, as well as Jordan and I as we seek direction. Please Pray for Nabin (Na-been), Rajesh (Ra-jees), Umesh (oo-mess), Brarendra, and Cesan (see-zon).
The spiritual climate of the orphanage is somewhat unknown. In my impression, the kids are exposed to the Bible via church and the orphanage, but I am not sure that they have trusted Christ with their life and made Him their Savior. With the Hindu culture and customs, many Nepalis who call themselves Christians still believe in some of the Hindu gods and follow Hindu tradition. I don’t think they believe John 14:6, which says that Jesus is “the way, the truth, and the life.” One man here confessed that Christianity makes him feel comfortable, and it gives him a good feeling when he prays, yet everyone should be able to worship whatever/whomever they want. He also holds to the worship of Hindu gods. Absolute truth…GONE!!! So we are caught somewhere in between wanting to present the truth that Jesus is the only way, and not wanting to be “those guys that came to tell us what is wrong about our religious culture.” I want every child to at least hear and know that Jesus Christ is the only way. Pray that hearts will be open.
So that about wraps up today’s topic “the Wall.”
I love the emails that you send. They keep me connected to the world I used to know. Keep ‘em comin’!
Miss you all more than you know!
Jason
PS> I am still waiting on the Quarter Pounder with Cheese meal. Has anyone sent that yet?
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
Thursday, September 28, 2006
"Nepal...actually...is all around"
September 27, 2006
I’ll take the Quarter Pounder with cheese extra value meal, ketchup only, and a Dr. Pepper with extra ice. Figure out the cost to FedEx that to Kathmandu, keep it fresh, and actually ship it on over, and I guarantee I will buy you a Ribeye from the restaurant of your choice upon my return home. Oooh, Ribeye…I could go for one of those as well!
To be quite honest, I really thought that there would be a few American restaurants that I could retreat to for an occasional meal as my taste buds beckoned. You know Pizza Hut, Subway, Mcdonald’s, or Taco Bell. Ok, I might be stretching it just a little with the last two, but something to take this rice taste out of my mouth for one meal. I am planning a two week diet upon my arrival in the states that includes dining at all the great fast food chains. You might argue there aren’t any. Right now, I beg to differ!...
…On a more serious note, this week has definitely been a more challenging than the last as I am growing accustomed to the culture of this country and realizing that home is right here for the next 8 months. A lot of times it is fun, sometimes its very interesting learning the differences, many times hard, but, in all times it is good.
5:30a.m.- the sun rises, the children are waking/ running up and down the halls yelling and laughing, and I am sound asleep in my bed, visions of sugarplums dancing in my head. Actually, I think our version goes something like, “visions of crab spiders tormenting our every sleeping moment. (Allow me to explain a little later)
6:00a.m. - alarm goes off…without thought, I immediately hit the snooze button. “Just give me 15 more minutes of sleep.”
7:15a.m. - I finally muster up the motivation to get out of bed. Actually, one of the girls knocks on my door to inform me that breakfast is ready, to which at that point, “I AM UP!” I can’t miss tea and sopapillas in the morning! I think…scratch that…know that breakfast has become my favorite meal. Basically a homemade tortilla rolled up with honey on the inside. I could do this every morning!
9:00a.m. - we walk the younger kids to their bus stop not even a quarter of a mile from the orphanage. (The older kids—6th grade and up—walk up a steep hill every morning and then another half mile to get to their school)
9:15a.m. to 4:15p.m. - Jordan and I try to seem like we have things to do. Some days we go in to town, which is about a 20 minute bus ride. Some days we stay at the orphanage and read/ watch movies/ hang around. But we are slowly finding things to do.
4:15p.m. - the kiddos return from school ready to play, to which I become like a rag doll to a dog, used at its expense.
7:00p.m. - everybody meets in the tv room for music, prayer, and study of the Word. Jordan and I have been taking the kids through Luke and following some key events of Jesus’ ministry. It is a tough task as we have a 5 yr. old and a 20 yr. old in the same room. We have been talking about how we can restructure the time to cater to the different age groups. But for right now, this will have to do.
8:00p.m.- Dinner time on the roof (Literally). “Jordan, I wonder what we are having for dinner?” said the Jason. “I’ll take ‘Pass me another bowl of rice please, for $400,’” respondeth the Jordan.
9:00p.m.- head to my room for reading, typing blogs, and just catching up with Jordan.
Approximately 10:11p.m. – Lights out!
There you have it! That’s our schedule in a nutshell.
One Exception: in September Nepal has several festivals, to which most of the children migrate to their homes in their villages. Quite confusing, actually, because most of the kids here have at least one parent. Some have two. (And you ask, “Then why are they in an orphanage?” Being that 40% of the people here live at or below the poverty line, most of the parents do not have an adequate enough income to support a family. Therefore, they send their kids to orphanages like CWC, where they know that the kids’ basic needs are being met.) So, right now 85% of the kids are gone to their homes with their families to celebrate the festivals. They won’t return for 2-4 weeks based on how far away they live. So the days have been out of whack since the beginning of the week, when the children first started leaving. We have about half a dozen left here, and they will stay throughout the festivities.
Yesterday we (Matt, a British volunteer; Hilda, a German Volunteer; and Jordan and I) took them to a Nepali film in the city. They had a great time! It was very hard for Jordan and I to sit still for 2 ½ hours without understanding one word spoken.
***Sidenote: I might get totally random here for a few minutes. Several thought are bombarding my mind at once!***
Traffic here is a crazy and chaotic, yet, functional system. No lanes at all…you drive on the left side of the road…and when you want to pass, you simply honk your horn and then pass. There is a lot of horn honking here. It was weird at first. In America you only honk if you are angry or if you see somebody you know. Jordan and I would always look up at cars honking as they passed us thinking we might know them, as we are used to in America.
Lunch and dinner here is the main course of rice with a few side dishes of vegetables, spicy sauces, and meat that go mixed in with the rice. At first I did not care for the meals. Now, I am getting used to them and I am even so hungry at times that I look forward to them. So, its not too bad! I haven’t gone without eating at all! One day last week, we went to Thamel, the tourist part of Kathmandu (one hour bus ride from the orphanage), and we had Chinese food for lunch. We were in Heaven! Coca Cola, $0.33; Egg rolls, $1; Sweet and Sour Chicken, $1.50; Dining at a Chinese restaurant in Nepal and experiencing the once lost taste of something familiar, Priceless…
… We shall return!!!
The kids here have so little compared to what we are used to, yet they are so content with what they do have; never asking for more, unless it is candy (they call chocolate) and in my room. Every once in a while the kids will see us in our rooms on our laptops or with our electronic gadgets, and they are so fascinated. We already went through our entire picture libraries on our computers, explaining who each person is and how we know them. They really enjoyed that! And, they are always asking to see more Solomon photos, which, sadly enough, I only have 2-3 of. Fortunately, the Schwartzman’s sent a photo album of the last year and a half with Solomon, and Rina was able to show that to the kids. They studied each picture intently. You could tell they were interested! Thanks, Anita!!! Great Idea!
Oh yes, almost forgot about the crab spiders…There are spiders here that are huge. I am not kidding when I say that with legs and body they can measure up to the diameter of a tennis ball. We found one in our room the 2nd night we were here. We were just getting ready to go to bed and saw one on the wall. You can imagine what affect that had on me for the rest of the night. I had horrible nightmares. I would wake up every two hours and check the wall to make sure there were none. In one dream, I was pinned down on the floor of our room. There was a hole in the wall where several of these crab spiders were coming out of. Each one had crablike pinchers attached to their bodies (Thus, the name, Crab Spider). And they were headed towards me. Jordan just sat there and watched as I got attacked by these monsters. Well, actually, I awoke shortly before.
Life here has been crazy, but good. Spiritually speaking, the children here know a little about Christ. They go to church every week and worship Him. But, they are like babes in their faith. I am reminded of the verses in Hebrews… “you need someone to teach you the elementary truths of God’s Word…You need milk, not solid food!...Solid food is for the mature, who by constant use have trained themselves to distinguish good from evil.”
The kids and even a lot of the young adults are very, very young in their beliefs and faith. I have asked questions that I would consider to have been very basic and they were slightly confused. Some might be due to the language barrier, as they speak broken English, and I speak no Nepali. But, I wonder sometimes how much they know and believe, and where we can start to build upon. That’s why we started studying Luke. We wanted the kids to hear about the life of Christ. So please pray that God will reveal to us and give us wisdom concerning specifically how we are to reach them and meet them where they are at. And please pray that these kids, whether young or old, would be open to a relationship with our Father, for those that aren’t there yet. And pray that the children would be FAT (faithful, available, and teachable). Also pray that Jordan and I would find a church that we can plug into. We did go to the Nepali church the kids attend, but we cannot understand any of it.
We have given the items that you all donated. Thanks a bunch for the generous gifts. They were really needed and appreciated here.
Well, this blog is 3 pages long and I think successfully qualifies as a “marathon blog” so I better go. Miss you all, sincerely!!!
Eat a Hamburger for me,
Jason
I’ll take the Quarter Pounder with cheese extra value meal, ketchup only, and a Dr. Pepper with extra ice. Figure out the cost to FedEx that to Kathmandu, keep it fresh, and actually ship it on over, and I guarantee I will buy you a Ribeye from the restaurant of your choice upon my return home. Oooh, Ribeye…I could go for one of those as well!
To be quite honest, I really thought that there would be a few American restaurants that I could retreat to for an occasional meal as my taste buds beckoned. You know Pizza Hut, Subway, Mcdonald’s, or Taco Bell. Ok, I might be stretching it just a little with the last two, but something to take this rice taste out of my mouth for one meal. I am planning a two week diet upon my arrival in the states that includes dining at all the great fast food chains. You might argue there aren’t any. Right now, I beg to differ!...
…On a more serious note, this week has definitely been a more challenging than the last as I am growing accustomed to the culture of this country and realizing that home is right here for the next 8 months. A lot of times it is fun, sometimes its very interesting learning the differences, many times hard, but, in all times it is good.
5:30a.m.- the sun rises, the children are waking/ running up and down the halls yelling and laughing, and I am sound asleep in my bed, visions of sugarplums dancing in my head. Actually, I think our version goes something like, “visions of crab spiders tormenting our every sleeping moment. (Allow me to explain a little later)
6:00a.m. - alarm goes off…without thought, I immediately hit the snooze button. “Just give me 15 more minutes of sleep.”
7:15a.m. - I finally muster up the motivation to get out of bed. Actually, one of the girls knocks on my door to inform me that breakfast is ready, to which at that point, “I AM UP!” I can’t miss tea and sopapillas in the morning! I think…scratch that…know that breakfast has become my favorite meal. Basically a homemade tortilla rolled up with honey on the inside. I could do this every morning!
9:00a.m. - we walk the younger kids to their bus stop not even a quarter of a mile from the orphanage. (The older kids—6th grade and up—walk up a steep hill every morning and then another half mile to get to their school)
9:15a.m. to 4:15p.m. - Jordan and I try to seem like we have things to do. Some days we go in to town, which is about a 20 minute bus ride. Some days we stay at the orphanage and read/ watch movies/ hang around. But we are slowly finding things to do.
4:15p.m. - the kiddos return from school ready to play, to which I become like a rag doll to a dog, used at its expense.
7:00p.m. - everybody meets in the tv room for music, prayer, and study of the Word. Jordan and I have been taking the kids through Luke and following some key events of Jesus’ ministry. It is a tough task as we have a 5 yr. old and a 20 yr. old in the same room. We have been talking about how we can restructure the time to cater to the different age groups. But for right now, this will have to do.
8:00p.m.- Dinner time on the roof (Literally). “Jordan, I wonder what we are having for dinner?” said the Jason. “I’ll take ‘Pass me another bowl of rice please, for $400,’” respondeth the Jordan.
9:00p.m.- head to my room for reading, typing blogs, and just catching up with Jordan.
Approximately 10:11p.m. – Lights out!
There you have it! That’s our schedule in a nutshell.
One Exception: in September Nepal has several festivals, to which most of the children migrate to their homes in their villages. Quite confusing, actually, because most of the kids here have at least one parent. Some have two. (And you ask, “Then why are they in an orphanage?” Being that 40% of the people here live at or below the poverty line, most of the parents do not have an adequate enough income to support a family. Therefore, they send their kids to orphanages like CWC, where they know that the kids’ basic needs are being met.) So, right now 85% of the kids are gone to their homes with their families to celebrate the festivals. They won’t return for 2-4 weeks based on how far away they live. So the days have been out of whack since the beginning of the week, when the children first started leaving. We have about half a dozen left here, and they will stay throughout the festivities.
Yesterday we (Matt, a British volunteer; Hilda, a German Volunteer; and Jordan and I) took them to a Nepali film in the city. They had a great time! It was very hard for Jordan and I to sit still for 2 ½ hours without understanding one word spoken.
***Sidenote: I might get totally random here for a few minutes. Several thought are bombarding my mind at once!***
Traffic here is a crazy and chaotic, yet, functional system. No lanes at all…you drive on the left side of the road…and when you want to pass, you simply honk your horn and then pass. There is a lot of horn honking here. It was weird at first. In America you only honk if you are angry or if you see somebody you know. Jordan and I would always look up at cars honking as they passed us thinking we might know them, as we are used to in America.
Lunch and dinner here is the main course of rice with a few side dishes of vegetables, spicy sauces, and meat that go mixed in with the rice. At first I did not care for the meals. Now, I am getting used to them and I am even so hungry at times that I look forward to them. So, its not too bad! I haven’t gone without eating at all! One day last week, we went to Thamel, the tourist part of Kathmandu (one hour bus ride from the orphanage), and we had Chinese food for lunch. We were in Heaven! Coca Cola, $0.33; Egg rolls, $1; Sweet and Sour Chicken, $1.50; Dining at a Chinese restaurant in Nepal and experiencing the once lost taste of something familiar, Priceless…
… We shall return!!!
The kids here have so little compared to what we are used to, yet they are so content with what they do have; never asking for more, unless it is candy (they call chocolate) and in my room. Every once in a while the kids will see us in our rooms on our laptops or with our electronic gadgets, and they are so fascinated. We already went through our entire picture libraries on our computers, explaining who each person is and how we know them. They really enjoyed that! And, they are always asking to see more Solomon photos, which, sadly enough, I only have 2-3 of. Fortunately, the Schwartzman’s sent a photo album of the last year and a half with Solomon, and Rina was able to show that to the kids. They studied each picture intently. You could tell they were interested! Thanks, Anita!!! Great Idea!
Oh yes, almost forgot about the crab spiders…There are spiders here that are huge. I am not kidding when I say that with legs and body they can measure up to the diameter of a tennis ball. We found one in our room the 2nd night we were here. We were just getting ready to go to bed and saw one on the wall. You can imagine what affect that had on me for the rest of the night. I had horrible nightmares. I would wake up every two hours and check the wall to make sure there were none. In one dream, I was pinned down on the floor of our room. There was a hole in the wall where several of these crab spiders were coming out of. Each one had crablike pinchers attached to their bodies (Thus, the name, Crab Spider). And they were headed towards me. Jordan just sat there and watched as I got attacked by these monsters. Well, actually, I awoke shortly before.
Life here has been crazy, but good. Spiritually speaking, the children here know a little about Christ. They go to church every week and worship Him. But, they are like babes in their faith. I am reminded of the verses in Hebrews… “you need someone to teach you the elementary truths of God’s Word…You need milk, not solid food!...Solid food is for the mature, who by constant use have trained themselves to distinguish good from evil.”
The kids and even a lot of the young adults are very, very young in their beliefs and faith. I have asked questions that I would consider to have been very basic and they were slightly confused. Some might be due to the language barrier, as they speak broken English, and I speak no Nepali. But, I wonder sometimes how much they know and believe, and where we can start to build upon. That’s why we started studying Luke. We wanted the kids to hear about the life of Christ. So please pray that God will reveal to us and give us wisdom concerning specifically how we are to reach them and meet them where they are at. And please pray that these kids, whether young or old, would be open to a relationship with our Father, for those that aren’t there yet. And pray that the children would be FAT (faithful, available, and teachable). Also pray that Jordan and I would find a church that we can plug into. We did go to the Nepali church the kids attend, but we cannot understand any of it.
We have given the items that you all donated. Thanks a bunch for the generous gifts. They were really needed and appreciated here.
Well, this blog is 3 pages long and I think successfully qualifies as a “marathon blog” so I better go. Miss you all, sincerely!!!
Eat a Hamburger for me,
Jason
Saturday, September 23, 2006
Thursday, September 21, 2006
Change of Pace
Namaste, from Nepal! I am not sure exactly where to start or what to tell you, since there has been a COMLETE change of pace. EVERYTHING is different. And, what did we learn before we left? "Its not wrong, its just different."
First things first...
Our flight was not too bad, except that for a tall man like myself my legs quickly began to hurt. We sat on our first flight for 8 hours, then had 45 minutes in Germany to get to our next flight, then a 7 hour flight to India. I was ready to stretch. We then had a 13 hour layover in New Dehli, India. As we arrived in the India airport, we had no idea what to do/ where to go, and hardly anyone spoke our language.
Jordan in the India Airport
So, into Kathmandu we came...The scenery was amazing, just as I had expected! Mountains everywhere and villages spread out around the country! It is so different than America, as you would suspect. All the
We are staying in a 3 story building, just 4-5 miles outside of Kathmandu, Nepal in the country. It is so quiet and peaceful here and the people live simple lives. It makes me think that this is the way that God intended for us to live our lives.
It has been an adjustment for me as I am used to the busyness that America demands. Jordan and I have frequently wondered where all these hours in the day are coming from. The days seem much longer here as there is no "agenda", just hanging with the kids. For the first 3-4 days we found ourselves struggling with jet lag and we would take naps around 3 pm. And, when I say "we nap at 3 pm" I mean that we actually had to go to bed at 3 and we slept through the whole night. It was a hard adjustment. But, good news, we have gotten past the jet lag stage.
heart.
Nabin
in our room...
All the kids here have heard the Gospel. They attend church in the city (spoken in Nepali). It is exciting to be able to come along side them.
It has been a lot more difficult to communicate as we are trying to figure things out. I will write more when I figure out the best way possible. I will update you in a few days or a week,
Please pray that God would show us how we are to be used here. We have been hanging with the kids after their school lets out and every night we have a Bible Study/ Worship (music) time. They really seem to enjoy it. Pray that God would give us vision.
Miss you all!!!
I will include a few more pics at the bottom...
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