Okay, most of you already know that I am back in the states and safely at home with AC and hot showers. Since I have moved back home to NWA, I find it confusing to still post from my "journey to nepal" blog, unless I decide to head back. I will no longer post from this blog. Read between the lines, "the party is moving to my NEW blog". Join the fun and head on over to my new website.
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Wednesday, June 06, 2007
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Proberbs 4:18
Proverbs 4:18
“But the path of the just is as the shining light that shineth more and more unto the Perfect Day.”
(At some point in my time in Kathmandu, I memorized this Scripture. It was a verse written at the bottom of a page of my journal. The more that I have studied this passage, the more I have become joyful in the hope of Christ’s return.)
Living in a busy, fast paced society tends to act as an agent that takes our focus and attention away from the only thing worthy of all of it; Jesus Christ. For that reason, I chose to memorize this verse and I continue to find it very rewarding whenever the Spirit refreshes my mind with its message.
The “just”, or those who have a relationship with the only LORD and Savior Jesus Christ, will one day stand before God with all creation and give an account for their lives. Those who have placed their faith in Christ, the elect, will be justified in that they will receive eternal life with Christ—what we know as justification by faith—and they will be pronounced “not guilty” due solely to Jesus’ sacrifice on the Cross. God, in His perfect holiness gives us a gift that we do not deserve. And the dying to self that is mentioned in Luke 9:23 is an appropriate response that we live in thanks to our King.
Here on earth we can not comprehend the fullness of His Glory. We see glimpses of it through sunsets and mountains, the image of lifestyle worship lived out, and unconditional Love. But, the fullness of God’s Glory has not been revealed to us…yet. For our fallen, sinful bodies and minds can not handle the fullness of God.
So, our (the just) “path” is like a light that shines brighter and brighter as Jesus’ return draws near, when the True Light of the world will be revealed in His Fullness. One day we will live in the presence of a Holy God and that Perfect Day will be better than anything imaginable on earth.
As I was on a crowded bus headed towards the center of town, the Spirit in his greatness dropped this verse in my mind. It was a little past 7 am, and due to a late night, I was tired. But, then came these words, “but the path of the just is like the shining light that shineth more and more unto the Perfect Day.” And that promise began to sink in. One Day I will completely see the GLORY of the LORD and I will be captivated by it.
That is something to hope in; to live my life for!
“But the path of the just is as the shining light that shineth more and more unto the Perfect Day.”
(At some point in my time in Kathmandu, I memorized this Scripture. It was a verse written at the bottom of a page of my journal. The more that I have studied this passage, the more I have become joyful in the hope of Christ’s return.)
Living in a busy, fast paced society tends to act as an agent that takes our focus and attention away from the only thing worthy of all of it; Jesus Christ. For that reason, I chose to memorize this verse and I continue to find it very rewarding whenever the Spirit refreshes my mind with its message.
The “just”, or those who have a relationship with the only LORD and Savior Jesus Christ, will one day stand before God with all creation and give an account for their lives. Those who have placed their faith in Christ, the elect, will be justified in that they will receive eternal life with Christ—what we know as justification by faith—and they will be pronounced “not guilty” due solely to Jesus’ sacrifice on the Cross. God, in His perfect holiness gives us a gift that we do not deserve. And the dying to self that is mentioned in Luke 9:23 is an appropriate response that we live in thanks to our King.
Here on earth we can not comprehend the fullness of His Glory. We see glimpses of it through sunsets and mountains, the image of lifestyle worship lived out, and unconditional Love. But, the fullness of God’s Glory has not been revealed to us…yet. For our fallen, sinful bodies and minds can not handle the fullness of God.
So, our (the just) “path” is like a light that shines brighter and brighter as Jesus’ return draws near, when the True Light of the world will be revealed in His Fullness. One day we will live in the presence of a Holy God and that Perfect Day will be better than anything imaginable on earth.
As I was on a crowded bus headed towards the center of town, the Spirit in his greatness dropped this verse in my mind. It was a little past 7 am, and due to a late night, I was tired. But, then came these words, “but the path of the just is like the shining light that shineth more and more unto the Perfect Day.” And that promise began to sink in. One Day I will completely see the GLORY of the LORD and I will be captivated by it.
That is something to hope in; to live my life for!
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Journey to the Top of the World!!!
This is seriously where we are heading off to. This picture is taken from Kala Patthar. That is exactly where we are headed. We leave on March 16th and should get back around April 1. I will post pictures and stories about our trip when we get back.This will be such a neat time to minister to the villagers whose places we will be sleeping in. Plus, it will give me a great opportunity to practice my Nepali language, as most of the villagers speak little to no English at all.
Keep us in your prayers!
The Story of Warrior!
Please take the time now to prepare your minds and hearts for God's message. ONLY proceed when you have spent significant time in prayer and meditation.
...(are you ready)...
....(are you sure?)...
.....(here we go)....
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The Enemy of the evil side, the “powers of the dark world”, “schemed” to take Warrior out of this world. Enemy came at him from every angle and sought to attack him at his weakest point. And, it seemed to be working. Warrior could not stand against Enemy’s attacks. He had to do something, and quick!
Meet Father. Father was rad and rockin. He was where it was at! Everyone, including Enemy, feared Father. He was glorious!
Warrior knew that he could not defeat Enemy without Father’s help. So he offered up a gift and request up to him. He pleaded for help against his adversary.
...(are you ready)...
....(are you sure?)...
.....(here we go)....
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Once upon a time there was a warrior who lived in a land far, far away. His name was…Warrior. Things were awesome! He was fighting and defeating the evil forces that plagued the land. No one could stop him. He donned the needed attire taken from the Great Book. He had the Belt of Truth, the Helmet of Salvation, the Shoes of the Gospel of Peace, the Sword of the Spirit, and the Breastplate of Righteousness (back then they made do with the plaid garments they could find). He was missing one thing though—the Shield of Faith.
At this point, no one could stop him. He was undefeatable!
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The Enemy of the evil side, the “powers of the dark world”, “schemed” to take Warrior out of this world. Enemy came at him from every angle and sought to attack him at his weakest point. And, it seemed to be working. Warrior could not stand against Enemy’s attacks. He had to do something, and quick!
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Meet Father. Father was rad and rockin. He was where it was at! Everyone, including Enemy, feared Father. He was glorious!
Warrior knew that he could not defeat Enemy without Father’s help. So he offered up a gift and request up to him. He pleaded for help against his adversary.
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Father assured him that He would always be with him. It was a fellowship that could not be broken. They took off on their journey to pursue victory against Enemy and his evil powers.
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Father bestowed upon him his special powers (and a foot that went almost a little too close) and Warrior was successful. At last, Warrior snuck up on Enemy and used his power to defeat the ultimate Enemy! Enemy was never heard of again for all of eternity. And, Father and Warrior headed off to their distant land, Eden.
THE END!!!
Did you find yourself on "theWall"?
I have started quite the collection of pictures by hanging them on my wall. I call it “iWall”. I think I am up to about 50-60 or so. Did you find yourself up there? If not, then send me a picture of you or you and your family and I will get you up?
By the way, I promise that I will not post any phone numbers with the pictures! Oh, and another thing…No, I am not starting a nepali international dating service. Some would venture to guess by the sheer number of comments that I have gotten from my nepali brothers here over “certain individuals’ pictures” that I am in fact trying to find significant others for my American friends. I refute that belief.
By the way, I promise that I will not post any phone numbers with the pictures! Oh, and another thing…No, I am not starting a nepali international dating service. Some would venture to guess by the sheer number of comments that I have gotten from my nepali brothers here over “certain individuals’ pictures” that I am in fact trying to find significant others for my American friends. I refute that belief.
Thursday, March 08, 2007
Wha-Laa!
This would be the before picture of what used to be the library/storage room!
The kids enjoying games and books!
Santi, enjoying a Classic Disney movie book, "Toy Story 2". The Disney Movie Books have been a GI-NORMOUS (Anita Schwartzman, 2006) hit among the kids. We bought a couple of illustrated books that feature Tarzan, Toy Story 2, Bambi, and Lilo and Stitch among others.
Jordan and I first had the idea to create a "study room" out of the old storage room last fall. But, with Christmas, the coat drive, and several other things, we really had to put this project on the back burner. We started last week! We pulled out all the furniture and junk, painted the whole room (with the help of 2 nepali kids), shopped for some furniture, and bought some great books. It was a fun time to be able to do something so great for the kids. One of our friends here in Kathmandu, Susan (an interior design major) helped us pick out fabric for the curtains and the couch, and she did a fantastic job at that. Good Job, Susan!
The whole room cost a total of somewhere around $600. That included paint, a table and chairs, a couch that seats 6-7, a coffee table, a couple of shelves, a small computer desk and chair, and about 20 books to help educate the kids and help them practice their english (science books, disney books, childrens bible, fictional stories, etc.). Their "old" library already had a large number of books, but when we sorted through them we realized that most of them were either 10 yr. old textbooks, books in other languages, or very odd scientific nepali books that counter the Christian faith. Most of these books had been given from European donors. We were excited to get the children books that would help them in their studies as well as entertaining ones.
The first night we opened the Study Room there must have been 25 children all sitting around reading, playing games, drawing, or doing homework. It was really neat to see the kids excited about their new room. It is a comfy environment that gives them a place to go after school or dinner and read a book/ study/ do homework. We also set up all the crafts so that the kids can color, draw, paint, or just get creative as they please.
Before, the storage room stayed locked up all day and the kids had no access to any of the books or crafts unless we opened the room. Now they can come and go as they please, which they really like, especially since they can get bored around the orphanage sometimes.
SO, a BIG THANKS, again from the kids and Jason and Jordan from CWC!!! We could not have done it without your financial support. Know that your contributions made a HUGE impact across the Pacific. (Plus, Jordan and I now have a comfy room to sit in with a good book. We definitely are enjoying the fruit of our labor there)
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
February--the month of true love--blah, blah blah
Valentines Day is a special time for those in loving relationships to buy cheap chocolate, a cheezy card from Wal-Mart, and overpriced roses for that special someone. Or you could go the other route and spend $350 on dinner at a fancy-shmancy restaurante to let them know how you really feel about them. If option A mostly resembled February 14 for you, well then, there's always next year.
Take my predicament into consideration. I live in Nepal, have no spouse or significant other (no, this is not an self promoting ad calling all single women), and I am surrounded by 22 girls in ages ranging from 7-20, most of whom are in the "I have a junior high crush on older guys" stage. So, you might be asking what ideas we concocted in order to let our 22 "special someones" know that we care about them as sisters in Christ.
Jordan and I could not let the American holiday pass without doing something nice for the girls. Plus, they had never celebrated before and we saw it as an opportunity to encourage them in their faith. So, on a bitterly cold, rainy day we made the trip to town to select all the "special ingrediants" that would make for a fun night with the girls.
It was actually a really neat time. When it comes to intentionality in the orphanage, the guys are the ones who get most of the time and attention from us. I mean, it is just hard to relate with the girls, as one can imagine, being a guy, and it can be just weird. But, we have remained open to encouraging them when we can as well and have made the most of the opportunities that we get.
Valentines Day was great! We bought a rose for each girl, as well as cake and drinks. As we presented them with the flowers and desserts we each explained how God views women, that they are created in His image and He loves them all. Sometimes, in this Hindu society, women are seen as less than men in status. Some of those same beliefs have bled into the walls of CWC, where the guys sometimes think they are superior as well. Taking a few minutes to share Gods TRUE message with our "didis" (sisters) was very beneficial (We have also talked with the guys in a recent Bible Study about their view of their sisters, which was a great time as well). After encouraging the girls over Black Forest Cake and Pepsi--and believe me, you can basically say anything to a girl while she is eating Chocolate cake--we decided to pop in the 1990's Disney hit "The Lion King". The girls loved it! They REALLY enjoyed the night devoted to just them, excluding all the guys from enjoying their fun
....THEN.......
I was standing in my room when Sabina (16 yr. old) came in with two of her friends. "Sabina wants to tell you something," Laxmi, her friend stated happily. This was the jaw dropping, heart racing part of the night for me. Sabina hesitantly walked in the door and stared at the floor as she mustered the courage to tell me her secret (my mind was saying "dont do it. Dont do it"). "Jason, brother, I...I...I LOVE you!
...And there it was...on the floor like a fish out of water...
I had no idea how to respond or what to say. I was totally shocked, even though I somewhat figured it was coming in the 10 minute saga leading up to that point where she paced outside my room and her friends coached her from inside. So, I explained that there was a small, minor age difference (almost a decade). What do 16 year olds know about love?...or me for example? It was weird! Three to four days went by before she would even look at me again. But, I guess there isn't much that I can do about that, except tell you all so you can laugh for me.
Hope your Valentines Day was sappy and...I dunno
I'm out...
Take my predicament into consideration. I live in Nepal, have no spouse or significant other (no, this is not an self promoting ad calling all single women), and I am surrounded by 22 girls in ages ranging from 7-20, most of whom are in the "I have a junior high crush on older guys" stage. So, you might be asking what ideas we concocted in order to let our 22 "special someones" know that we care about them as sisters in Christ.
Jordan and I could not let the American holiday pass without doing something nice for the girls. Plus, they had never celebrated before and we saw it as an opportunity to encourage them in their faith. So, on a bitterly cold, rainy day we made the trip to town to select all the "special ingrediants" that would make for a fun night with the girls.
It was actually a really neat time. When it comes to intentionality in the orphanage, the guys are the ones who get most of the time and attention from us. I mean, it is just hard to relate with the girls, as one can imagine, being a guy, and it can be just weird. But, we have remained open to encouraging them when we can as well and have made the most of the opportunities that we get.
Valentines Day was great! We bought a rose for each girl, as well as cake and drinks. As we presented them with the flowers and desserts we each explained how God views women, that they are created in His image and He loves them all. Sometimes, in this Hindu society, women are seen as less than men in status. Some of those same beliefs have bled into the walls of CWC, where the guys sometimes think they are superior as well. Taking a few minutes to share Gods TRUE message with our "didis" (sisters) was very beneficial (We have also talked with the guys in a recent Bible Study about their view of their sisters, which was a great time as well). After encouraging the girls over Black Forest Cake and Pepsi--and believe me, you can basically say anything to a girl while she is eating Chocolate cake--we decided to pop in the 1990's Disney hit "The Lion King". The girls loved it! They REALLY enjoyed the night devoted to just them, excluding all the guys from enjoying their fun
....THEN.......
I was standing in my room when Sabina (16 yr. old) came in with two of her friends. "Sabina wants to tell you something," Laxmi, her friend stated happily. This was the jaw dropping, heart racing part of the night for me. Sabina hesitantly walked in the door and stared at the floor as she mustered the courage to tell me her secret (my mind was saying "dont do it. Dont do it"). "Jason, brother, I...I...I LOVE you!
...And there it was...on the floor like a fish out of water...
I had no idea how to respond or what to say. I was totally shocked, even though I somewhat figured it was coming in the 10 minute saga leading up to that point where she paced outside my room and her friends coached her from inside. So, I explained that there was a small, minor age difference (almost a decade). What do 16 year olds know about love?...or me for example? It was weird! Three to four days went by before she would even look at me again. But, I guess there isn't much that I can do about that, except tell you all so you can laugh for me.
Hope your Valentines Day was sappy and...I dunno
I'm out...
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Let's all join the Mennonites!
I have been reading a book lately called “Joy Unspeakable” by Dr. Martin Lloyd Jones. I have listened to some John Piper sermons this year in which he highlights great theologians—some from of old and some from of recent. Jonathon Edwards, Martin Luther, Martin Lloyd Jones, John Bunyan, and Calvin to name a few. For some reason I really like books right now that build up my theological thoughts and help me to understand God more. I love Piper! Jordan can attest to this.
So I bought some here for a few bucks and have begun reading. Among them was the one I already mentioned, “Joy Unspeakable”. The book is about the baptism and the gifts of the Holy Spirit. Now, I know what you all are thinking, “Great, Jason has dove off into the deep end and is going to come back speaking in tongues and suggesting that we all join him in raising our hands and shouting to the Holy Heavens.” You don’t have to worry. I read with a skeptic’s mind and an open heart.
I began the book about 2 weeks ago and have read 5 chapters and really enjoy the read. I am not sure what to think about what the author says. I have followed along through scripture as he has referenced it and I have had some great conversations with friends here as I listen to their thoughts. But, I have come to no conclusion yet. I will not brief you upon the contents of the book, although it is somewhat from a charismatic standpoint, but I want to touch on a thought that has sprouted.
It would be wrong for me to quit reading because I might not see eye to eye with Jones, much like it would be wrong of me to just believe without searching Scripture and spending personal research time devoted to understanding and testing his point. But, I find myself wanting to write the guy off simply because what he teaches is slightly different than what I have heard. And really, I have not given any significant study time to be able to back up my side with any crediting evidence. I only know what I know because others believe it to be true and I just believe as they do.
As I pondered and prayed about the things that “Joy Unspeakable” suggests, I have sometimes wondered whether I really need to devote so much time and study to something that might not really matter. I guess I cannot say that it is not important, for the things of the Bible are valuable or they would not be in there, but we all know that there are more important things to apply to our lives and sometimes we can get trapped in the “petty” things.
It is easy to draw distinctions with different beliefs. “Well, the Baptists believe this, and the Presbyterians believe that. The Lutherans are different than me in this, and Pentecostals differ in this way.” In our society it is easy to draw lines and label groups of people. We are good at creating divisions and are sometimes unwilling to be united. I am one who mentally makes divisions all the time. “I am not them, they are different than me. I believe what I do, and they believe what they do.”
As a result, as I read thus said book, I quickly began to try and figure out the group of people who could be associated with the thoughts of the author. I have realized that I am less susceptible to receive the thoughts that are preached if I can associate them with a “certain group.” “Well, I don’t want to be labeled as one of them, do I?”
Sidenote (I hope I don’t lose you): Jordan and I have become close friends with a few Mennonite people from our church. We consider them some of our closest friends here. And we have had great discussions about their beliefs, values, and thoughts. They are not very different from mine. I mean, they hold to the gospel message and live for Christ daily. They only have a few minor detailed differences, and that is nothing for me to let get in the way. They are more conservative and have chosen to live without many of the things we have chosen to live with on a daily basis. They do without most name brand clothes, tvs and electronic gadgets, and many other common luxuries that we would consider part of our everyday lives. Their community is one that promotes purity in all forms. Oh, do we have something to learn from them!
So tell me, what should our life look like? We should strive towards purity and holiness, right? And this would suggest a call to live more like the Mennonites, right? I am not suggesting that everyone sell their tvs and move into huts so that they can become more holy and pure. But, many times we (myself included) live life like the world and allow things to hinder us. (My point is coming soon)
For example, lets stick with the TV idea since it is all fresh on our minds and it is the one that makes since for me. We all love TV and the shows that entertain us (trust me, I had a hard enough time missing college football this year and my current show LOST). But, what is tv nowadays: trash, sex, violence, bad language, and sacrilegious beliefs played out in everyday life of popular tv episodes. I don’t have to convince you on this one. Watch Friends for 3 minutes and you can count on hands and toes the amount of times sex is said or alluded to. But, yet we still watch.
And, if we follow the Mennonite point of view, we should consider living life without this hindrance if it is indeed a hindrance (notice my emphasis). I say this to encourage us to have a “maximized” attitude to our lives in Christ. This means that we “throw off” every thing that keeps us from knowing and bringing Glory to God. Yet, we settle for the “minimalists” view, which poses the question, “How much can I get away with and still be a decent Christian?” This question might be best illustrated by a small child testing his/her parents’ boundaries, a love struck teenager who has found his/her “perfect match” and wants to know the right physical boundaries, or a grown adult who has life “figured out” and just wants to “look good” among other fellow Christians. We have been asking the wrong question. We should ask ourselves how we can best glorify God.
God, examine my life right now and tell me the things that are hindering me from knowing you and bringing you Glory.
On the Mennonite example, I have wondered whether I will get a tv when I return home. I have basically gone 5 months now with hardly any tv watchage (my word). And, I have come to enjoy the fact that I can live without one. Does this mean that I am a Mennonite…or…that I just happen to agree with them on this. Maybe God is convicting me about how I waste my time with such useless, empty stuff? I don’t need to be labeled “Mennonite”, but I need to remember that I am not that different.
I am realizing that some of my thoughts, desires, and pursuits are not far removed from the Mennonites, and nor should I try to separate myself from them. Who knows what God wants to teach us through the Spirit? Are we closed off to certain beliefs because we don’t want to be labeled with a particular group?
I say all this to explain how I came about recognizing in Nepal my similarities with the Mennonites in this one particular idea. At first thought, I was usually quick to distinguish myself from the group, but as I entertained the idea, I soon realized that I cling to some of the same values that they do, thus making me somewhat like them.
So, back to my main thoughts on divisions from before…
We (again, myself included) are quick to say “that’s not me. I don’t believe what they do. I am not Mennonite, Amish, Pentecostal, Presbyterian, Lutheran, Church of Christ, or Baptist.” But, are we really open to what the Spirit might teach us. It is easy for us to just have someone else tell us what to think rather than to devote ourselves to personal study (via the Word and prayer with the Spirit). And we never actually search for ourselves, nor do we ask the Spirit. And maybe, if we did search the Spirit, we would find that our beliefs, values, and thoughts might be more closely aligned to that of the Mennonites, or any other groups’ thoughts and convictions for that matter.
Most great theologians from several years ago can be categorized and separated into different denominations. However, they all have one thing in common; they more than likely sought God over hours of Bible reading, meditation, prayer in the Spirit, and other extended times of study and spiritual disciplines. And we recognize them as great men led by the Spirit and who honored God with their lives, not men who were told what to believe.
Yes, I might finish “Joy Unspeakable” and find out that the theological standpoint that Dr. Martin Lloyd Jones takes on the particular issue that I am reading about is in disagreement with what I know to be true…or…I might come to agree with him. Who knows? But, I must remain open to the Spirit. I remain in danger if I do not.
(I hope this appears more than a jargled mess of words)
“Therefore, if you have any encouragement from being united with Christ, if any comfort from his love, if any fellowship with the Spirit, if any tenderness and compassion, then make my joy complete by being like-minded, having the same love, and being one in Spirit and in purpose. Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit, but in humility consider others better than yourselves. Each of you should look not only to your own interests but also to the interests of others.”
-Philippians 2:1-4
PS>>> I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR YOUR THOUGHTS. LEAVE ME A COMMENT IF THIS MAKES SENSE AND YOU HAVE AN OPINION.
***Notice***
I highly recommend “The Religious Affections” written by Jonathon Edwards. If you do check it out, you might want to find a copy that has the revised English. This has proven to be a great source to read and see into the thoughts of one of the early reformers of the church.
So I bought some here for a few bucks and have begun reading. Among them was the one I already mentioned, “Joy Unspeakable”. The book is about the baptism and the gifts of the Holy Spirit. Now, I know what you all are thinking, “Great, Jason has dove off into the deep end and is going to come back speaking in tongues and suggesting that we all join him in raising our hands and shouting to the Holy Heavens.” You don’t have to worry. I read with a skeptic’s mind and an open heart.
I began the book about 2 weeks ago and have read 5 chapters and really enjoy the read. I am not sure what to think about what the author says. I have followed along through scripture as he has referenced it and I have had some great conversations with friends here as I listen to their thoughts. But, I have come to no conclusion yet. I will not brief you upon the contents of the book, although it is somewhat from a charismatic standpoint, but I want to touch on a thought that has sprouted.
It would be wrong for me to quit reading because I might not see eye to eye with Jones, much like it would be wrong of me to just believe without searching Scripture and spending personal research time devoted to understanding and testing his point. But, I find myself wanting to write the guy off simply because what he teaches is slightly different than what I have heard. And really, I have not given any significant study time to be able to back up my side with any crediting evidence. I only know what I know because others believe it to be true and I just believe as they do.
As I pondered and prayed about the things that “Joy Unspeakable” suggests, I have sometimes wondered whether I really need to devote so much time and study to something that might not really matter. I guess I cannot say that it is not important, for the things of the Bible are valuable or they would not be in there, but we all know that there are more important things to apply to our lives and sometimes we can get trapped in the “petty” things.
It is easy to draw distinctions with different beliefs. “Well, the Baptists believe this, and the Presbyterians believe that. The Lutherans are different than me in this, and Pentecostals differ in this way.” In our society it is easy to draw lines and label groups of people. We are good at creating divisions and are sometimes unwilling to be united. I am one who mentally makes divisions all the time. “I am not them, they are different than me. I believe what I do, and they believe what they do.”
As a result, as I read thus said book, I quickly began to try and figure out the group of people who could be associated with the thoughts of the author. I have realized that I am less susceptible to receive the thoughts that are preached if I can associate them with a “certain group.” “Well, I don’t want to be labeled as one of them, do I?”
Sidenote (I hope I don’t lose you): Jordan and I have become close friends with a few Mennonite people from our church. We consider them some of our closest friends here. And we have had great discussions about their beliefs, values, and thoughts. They are not very different from mine. I mean, they hold to the gospel message and live for Christ daily. They only have a few minor detailed differences, and that is nothing for me to let get in the way. They are more conservative and have chosen to live without many of the things we have chosen to live with on a daily basis. They do without most name brand clothes, tvs and electronic gadgets, and many other common luxuries that we would consider part of our everyday lives. Their community is one that promotes purity in all forms. Oh, do we have something to learn from them!
So tell me, what should our life look like? We should strive towards purity and holiness, right? And this would suggest a call to live more like the Mennonites, right? I am not suggesting that everyone sell their tvs and move into huts so that they can become more holy and pure. But, many times we (myself included) live life like the world and allow things to hinder us. (My point is coming soon)
For example, lets stick with the TV idea since it is all fresh on our minds and it is the one that makes since for me. We all love TV and the shows that entertain us (trust me, I had a hard enough time missing college football this year and my current show LOST). But, what is tv nowadays: trash, sex, violence, bad language, and sacrilegious beliefs played out in everyday life of popular tv episodes. I don’t have to convince you on this one. Watch Friends for 3 minutes and you can count on hands and toes the amount of times sex is said or alluded to. But, yet we still watch.
And, if we follow the Mennonite point of view, we should consider living life without this hindrance if it is indeed a hindrance (notice my emphasis). I say this to encourage us to have a “maximized” attitude to our lives in Christ. This means that we “throw off” every thing that keeps us from knowing and bringing Glory to God. Yet, we settle for the “minimalists” view, which poses the question, “How much can I get away with and still be a decent Christian?” This question might be best illustrated by a small child testing his/her parents’ boundaries, a love struck teenager who has found his/her “perfect match” and wants to know the right physical boundaries, or a grown adult who has life “figured out” and just wants to “look good” among other fellow Christians. We have been asking the wrong question. We should ask ourselves how we can best glorify God.
God, examine my life right now and tell me the things that are hindering me from knowing you and bringing you Glory.
On the Mennonite example, I have wondered whether I will get a tv when I return home. I have basically gone 5 months now with hardly any tv watchage (my word). And, I have come to enjoy the fact that I can live without one. Does this mean that I am a Mennonite…or…that I just happen to agree with them on this. Maybe God is convicting me about how I waste my time with such useless, empty stuff? I don’t need to be labeled “Mennonite”, but I need to remember that I am not that different.
I am realizing that some of my thoughts, desires, and pursuits are not far removed from the Mennonites, and nor should I try to separate myself from them. Who knows what God wants to teach us through the Spirit? Are we closed off to certain beliefs because we don’t want to be labeled with a particular group?
I say all this to explain how I came about recognizing in Nepal my similarities with the Mennonites in this one particular idea. At first thought, I was usually quick to distinguish myself from the group, but as I entertained the idea, I soon realized that I cling to some of the same values that they do, thus making me somewhat like them.
So, back to my main thoughts on divisions from before…
We (again, myself included) are quick to say “that’s not me. I don’t believe what they do. I am not Mennonite, Amish, Pentecostal, Presbyterian, Lutheran, Church of Christ, or Baptist.” But, are we really open to what the Spirit might teach us. It is easy for us to just have someone else tell us what to think rather than to devote ourselves to personal study (via the Word and prayer with the Spirit). And we never actually search for ourselves, nor do we ask the Spirit. And maybe, if we did search the Spirit, we would find that our beliefs, values, and thoughts might be more closely aligned to that of the Mennonites, or any other groups’ thoughts and convictions for that matter.
Most great theologians from several years ago can be categorized and separated into different denominations. However, they all have one thing in common; they more than likely sought God over hours of Bible reading, meditation, prayer in the Spirit, and other extended times of study and spiritual disciplines. And we recognize them as great men led by the Spirit and who honored God with their lives, not men who were told what to believe.
Yes, I might finish “Joy Unspeakable” and find out that the theological standpoint that Dr. Martin Lloyd Jones takes on the particular issue that I am reading about is in disagreement with what I know to be true…or…I might come to agree with him. Who knows? But, I must remain open to the Spirit. I remain in danger if I do not.
(I hope this appears more than a jargled mess of words)
“Therefore, if you have any encouragement from being united with Christ, if any comfort from his love, if any fellowship with the Spirit, if any tenderness and compassion, then make my joy complete by being like-minded, having the same love, and being one in Spirit and in purpose. Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit, but in humility consider others better than yourselves. Each of you should look not only to your own interests but also to the interests of others.”
-Philippians 2:1-4
PS>>> I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR YOUR THOUGHTS. LEAVE ME A COMMENT IF THIS MAKES SENSE AND YOU HAVE AN OPINION.
***Notice***
I highly recommend “The Religious Affections” written by Jonathon Edwards. If you do check it out, you might want to find a copy that has the revised English. This has proven to be a great source to read and see into the thoughts of one of the early reformers of the church.
“I am now Jason Hayes, the siksak” (eh um…nepali for teacher)
As I wrote last week about resolving to be more involved “outside” the orphanage, I felt as if God was asking me to do one thing specifically.
On Sunday, February 6, 2007 Jordan and I met with a group of friends at Nathan’s flat. We had planned to watch the Superbowl early the next morning (5:30am to be exact…and I must add that we were able to project the screen onto the wall…who knew I would be watching the Superbowl on a 50 inch screen in Nepal….but that’s another story). On Sunday night, as the group mentioned prayer requests, Nathan brought up the need for an English Teacher at his Bible College. The job would be strictly volunteer work and would only last until the end of May. He or she would teach two days a week for an hour each. The focus: to build confidence in Nepalis to allow them to engage more in conversation with others.
Like I said, God had placed this opportunity on my heart. I told Nathan that he could count on me. I leaped out over the ledge and am trusting Christ.
I start today (Tuesday: in less than 3 hours)! I will be teaching a class of 15 college-aged adults. The age group is one that I am a little unfamiliar with, and have little experience, as all of my previous experiences have involved an elementary age group. Nonetheless, I want to teach math when I return and view this as an opportunity to gain wisdom in a field that I have little experience (The planning and implementation of teaching skills are a requisite for what I will need to know in the future). Furthermore, and more importantly, I will be developing relationships with students who desire to know Christ. This is the future of Nepal. These students attend the Bible College with hopes of becoming pastors and leaders among their people. Even though I am not teaching them the Word, per se—they have other classes with other teachers educating them—God has given me an opportunity to help them learn a language that, in return, will give them many opportunities in the future as well.
Please pray that I, like Solomon, will have wisdom from God to discern how to engage these Nepali students most effectively.
On Sunday, February 6, 2007 Jordan and I met with a group of friends at Nathan’s flat. We had planned to watch the Superbowl early the next morning (5:30am to be exact…and I must add that we were able to project the screen onto the wall…who knew I would be watching the Superbowl on a 50 inch screen in Nepal….but that’s another story). On Sunday night, as the group mentioned prayer requests, Nathan brought up the need for an English Teacher at his Bible College. The job would be strictly volunteer work and would only last until the end of May. He or she would teach two days a week for an hour each. The focus: to build confidence in Nepalis to allow them to engage more in conversation with others.
Like I said, God had placed this opportunity on my heart. I told Nathan that he could count on me. I leaped out over the ledge and am trusting Christ.
I start today (Tuesday: in less than 3 hours)! I will be teaching a class of 15 college-aged adults. The age group is one that I am a little unfamiliar with, and have little experience, as all of my previous experiences have involved an elementary age group. Nonetheless, I want to teach math when I return and view this as an opportunity to gain wisdom in a field that I have little experience (The planning and implementation of teaching skills are a requisite for what I will need to know in the future). Furthermore, and more importantly, I will be developing relationships with students who desire to know Christ. This is the future of Nepal. These students attend the Bible College with hopes of becoming pastors and leaders among their people. Even though I am not teaching them the Word, per se—they have other classes with other teachers educating them—God has given me an opportunity to help them learn a language that, in return, will give them many opportunities in the future as well.
Please pray that I, like Solomon, will have wisdom from God to discern how to engage these Nepali students most effectively.
Monday, February 12, 2007
Maybe I should just write and take a vow of silence!
...First of all, before I receive several comments supporting that I remain silent for the rest of my life, allow me to explain my thoughts...
I have come to realize from my time in Nepal that I, in fact, am better at communicating things through a letter, an email, or a blog than I would be if I were talking face to face with someone. I do not consider myself gifted in the relational side of life. And, I know some that can agree with me on this one. But, being away from home has allowed me to be more intentional with the things that I say. It has forced me to think before I write (or speak) and give careful consideration to my words. It has even helped me to be intentional. And, for me, this is good! I think most will agree that I sometimes say things I should not or dont say things that I should.
In relating with family and friends I have been more open about what is going on, both inside my heart and with things around me. Some were concerned that I would not be able to talk to them and see them as much as if I had stayed around NWA. And well, they are correct that they dont see me, but I would have to argue that my communication with them has been more open and freely given. In return, I have received emails and comments from them as well detailing what their life is like. The conversations that I have had with others back home, via email, have been encouraging and confirming. Though our normal everyday conversations that I am used to in the states are refreshing, I have sensed a deeper connection, and more now so than ever. Of course, I don't get to talk to my family and friends as much as I would if I were home, but the times I do get to hear from them (usually once every week or two) are more purposeful. I feel like I know more about some now than I have for a while. I think we can all agree that we as a culture are good at the "small talk", with the exception of one, Shawn Schwartzman--the man with a thousand questions.
I second Jordan's comment about the communication that we are used to.
-"Hey, how are you?"
-"Good. How are you?"
-"Good."
-"Well, good to see you."
-"Yeah, you too."
However, I realize that I am one who uses this form of "communication" the most. I am a fan of the "small talk" conversations. And, although I usually stumble over my words to keep a conversation going (Whats your name, where are you from, what do you like? You know the usual), I love authenticity. I enjoy being able to see where people's hearts are, especially those I know and care about. It is rewarding and uniting!
I hope that this that I have learned will follow with me in May as I return home.
...Or maybe I will take a vow of silence and only write to express my thoughts and communicate things.
I have come to realize from my time in Nepal that I, in fact, am better at communicating things through a letter, an email, or a blog than I would be if I were talking face to face with someone. I do not consider myself gifted in the relational side of life. And, I know some that can agree with me on this one. But, being away from home has allowed me to be more intentional with the things that I say. It has forced me to think before I write (or speak) and give careful consideration to my words. It has even helped me to be intentional. And, for me, this is good! I think most will agree that I sometimes say things I should not or dont say things that I should.
In relating with family and friends I have been more open about what is going on, both inside my heart and with things around me. Some were concerned that I would not be able to talk to them and see them as much as if I had stayed around NWA. And well, they are correct that they dont see me, but I would have to argue that my communication with them has been more open and freely given. In return, I have received emails and comments from them as well detailing what their life is like. The conversations that I have had with others back home, via email, have been encouraging and confirming. Though our normal everyday conversations that I am used to in the states are refreshing, I have sensed a deeper connection, and more now so than ever. Of course, I don't get to talk to my family and friends as much as I would if I were home, but the times I do get to hear from them (usually once every week or two) are more purposeful. I feel like I know more about some now than I have for a while. I think we can all agree that we as a culture are good at the "small talk", with the exception of one, Shawn Schwartzman--the man with a thousand questions.
I second Jordan's comment about the communication that we are used to.
-"Hey, how are you?"
-"Good. How are you?"
-"Good."
-"Well, good to see you."
-"Yeah, you too."
However, I realize that I am one who uses this form of "communication" the most. I am a fan of the "small talk" conversations. And, although I usually stumble over my words to keep a conversation going (Whats your name, where are you from, what do you like? You know the usual), I love authenticity. I enjoy being able to see where people's hearts are, especially those I know and care about. It is rewarding and uniting!
I hope that this that I have learned will follow with me in May as I return home.
...Or maybe I will take a vow of silence and only write to express my thoughts and communicate things.
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
posting blogs should not take this long....
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January 17, 2007
To answer many of the questions regarding my disappearance for the good part of two months, I will simply state that “no, I was not made into a three course meal by a komodo dragon (sorry Hunter Goff for the disappointment), I did not take all my incoming support and head for the summit of Mt. Everest on a whim (sorry Eric D.), and furthermore, I did not die due to spontaneous combustion.” On the other hand, the latter is a peculiar thing that I might further devote more time to in personal study...
…Just kidding! I am, in fact, still here. I have just chosen to remain hidden halfway across the world behind a few brief emails. It’s complicated, I know! But, at your mercy, let me try to explain. I am not sure on the exact date, but recently (within the last month, I think) an earthquake ripped through the country we know as Taiwan. Due to the shifting of oceanic plates (I think), a lot of the internet communication devices were damaged, leaving much of Asia (yes, Nepal) without a decent working internet service, and for a few days, no internet service at all. For the good portion of two weeks I was able to send out only a few emails as long as they weren’t too big and had basically no pictures attached. I had planned to update thus blog with pictures and stories, but, due to my recent frustrations, could not at all. I had hoped that I could devote 3-4 blog updates to the bombardment of photos that I had taken and have wanted to share with you. I tried for 3 weeks with many complications and failures. So, rather than correspond with several non related updates, I will just make this one extra long and add a few photos for your enjoyment.
…and yes, I know that some of this will be repetitive to things you have already read or heard about, but you can skip over that much if you like…
Overall, Christmas was a new experience for Jordan and I both. Jordan’s includes countless, consecutive days of December alone in his room with his friend, Pilo. Thankfully, his run in with the bacterial infection subsided the week and a half surrounding the Christmas holiday. However, with his pilo frustrations and my days busy being a dad for the kids and picking out their Christmas gifts, we both look back and remember Christmas 2006 as one we will never forget. It was the first time that either of us were not expecting gifts under the tree. Even though our families did think of us by depositing money into our accounts (which we stated was the best option for Christmas gifts, opposed to the drawn out, costly alternative to shipping them), our Day was still different.
Usually, on Christmas Day, at home with two younger siblings (Krystal 22, Kirby 10), I am the first one up. I’m the kid, and I rush to wake all the remaining sleepers (that’s everyone else) so that we can see what Santa brought. It’s true; just ask Mom. I have never figured out why I had so much trouble waking a younger brother who is 15 years younger than me and used to be in the prime of the Santa Claus days. This year, it is like I graduated from 5 yr. old boy to 25 yr. old parent in the blinking of an eye, as my focus was not on what I would be getting, but what I would be giving. Now, at risk that you might think that I am good, I want you to know that I still struggled being content with Christmas as it was. But, looking back, it was what I needed—a holiday without many of the distractions.
In the days approaching Christmas, the kids here were not anxious because of the gifts that they might be receiving, but truly joyful because of the birth of our Savior, Jesus Christ. It was truly humbling for me.
Long before Christmas, Jordan and I were kicking around the idea of getting the children a puppy that they could play with and that would also grow up to be a good guard dog (don’t worry, we are not endangered here). Renee, our Australian volunteer, suggested the idea completely oblivious to ours. Three days after Christmas, and after consulting with Rina concerning our idea and whether it would be a good gift, we set out to find a puppy. We found Max, a 6 week old German Shepherd, in town at a local vet. He was a feisty little guy from the start. Sidenote: Rina and Santosh (her husband) were actually supposed to be getting a German Shepherd puppy from Santosh’s parents’ dogs soon after they had puppies. But for some reason, they never did. So, we found Max to be a good fit and replacement. The kids love him and play with him often, when he isn’t busy relieving himself on either Jordan’s or my own sleeping bag.
Our idea has proven challenging as we have had to educate the children how to care for a dog properly. Most of the dogs here are nasty, dying street dogs and are not really taken care of by society, but rather, they roam the streets drinking nasty mud water and hoping for one piece of meat. Have you ever seen a group of street dogs gang up on a fellow dog with the intentions of killing it and feasting on it? I can confidently say that I have. “Man’s best friend” in America becomes “Man’s daily annoyance” in Nepal. But, there are a few trusting families here who love dogs and have proven worthy of taking care of them. You don’t have to worry about Max. He is not a street dog and the kids have already shown signs of love and acceptance towards him. Way to go, Max!
…Now that you have lost your appetite for any food, due to the “cannibal dogs”, I find it in yours and my best interests to move on…
Jordan and I were blessed to have an opportunity to a free, home cooked meal with a couple from our church. Amidst our enjoyment of beef stew and during our conversation, they suggested that we spend a few days outside the Kathmandu Valley. We had never been outside of the valley in our almost 4 months of being here. On a whim, we decided to do just that.
Chitwan National Park is about 4.5 hours away if you choose to make the trip on a fast moving Microbus (basically a van, commonly used for transportation) which we did. I questioned whether I would get sick the whole way there, as we weaved in and out of and around slower moving, bigger buses that did not have the luxury (sarcasm) of our speed. Usually, I don’t get sick while traveling, but considering that we were descending rapidly while carving out a pattern that wrapped around a huge mountain, my stomach opted to disagree.
We found out that one of our Nepali friends, Biphan, from church, was from Chitwan and was headed that way. So we decided to go with him.
DAY 1 (Thursday):
Stayed with Biphan at his house with his family in Chitwan. Enjoyed the traditional nepali food. Tested our intelligence and speed, as the three of us watched the National Geographic Game Show (Jordan won). In the morning, took a walk with Biphan around his town (strangely enough, reminded us of West Texas, but held our interest a little more) and had a great conversation with him, while we met most of his relatives that lived in the area. Left for our “resort” at the Chitwan National Park.*
*Sidenote: For $50 (which covered ALL EXPENSES) we received 5 days at a resort on the lake in a nice room, 3 meals a day, a bus ride back to Kathmandu, and an itinerary full of activities.
Day 2 (Friday):
Took a day long jungle hike with a guide. Came within 20 ft. of a rhino. Saw a crocodile, wild boar, barking deer, monkeys, several varieties of birds, peacocks, and possibly heard a tiger growl in the distance (verdict is still out). However, failed to see a sloth bear (you heard me right, a sloth bear), a tiger, and Jordan…after the mysterious tiger growl in the woods.
Day 3 (Saturday):
Took a bike ride to the elephant breeding center (come on, it was included in the itinerary). Had lunch. Then, took a 2 hour tour of another jungle while riding on an elephant.
Day 4 (Sunday):
Skipped the bike ride to 20,000 lakes in order to have the day for rest. Relaxed at an umbrella covered table near the river, while enjoying the sand and the hot sun (it was nearly 80 degrees in January). Walked around the resort town and paid too much money to use the internet. Ouch!!! Lastly, enjoyed a culture dance at the local theater.
Day 5 (Monday):
Attempted to leave, headed for Kathmandu, but was delayed and sat in the bus for two hours with every other vehicle on the road during an extensive strike. Finally, we were on our way and got home.
…For $50, that my friends, is how you do a vacation…which brings me back to the thought I usually have with vacations…
…they are such a great time, but I am always ready to get back.
And, here I am a week later, sitting in my room in beautiful CWC.
(to be continued…)
January 17, 2007
To answer many of the questions regarding my disappearance for the good part of two months, I will simply state that “no, I was not made into a three course meal by a komodo dragon (sorry Hunter Goff for the disappointment), I did not take all my incoming support and head for the summit of Mt. Everest on a whim (sorry Eric D.), and furthermore, I did not die due to spontaneous combustion.” On the other hand, the latter is a peculiar thing that I might further devote more time to in personal study...
…Just kidding! I am, in fact, still here. I have just chosen to remain hidden halfway across the world behind a few brief emails. It’s complicated, I know! But, at your mercy, let me try to explain. I am not sure on the exact date, but recently (within the last month, I think) an earthquake ripped through the country we know as Taiwan. Due to the shifting of oceanic plates (I think), a lot of the internet communication devices were damaged, leaving much of Asia (yes, Nepal) without a decent working internet service, and for a few days, no internet service at all. For the good portion of two weeks I was able to send out only a few emails as long as they weren’t too big and had basically no pictures attached. I had planned to update thus blog with pictures and stories, but, due to my recent frustrations, could not at all. I had hoped that I could devote 3-4 blog updates to the bombardment of photos that I had taken and have wanted to share with you. I tried for 3 weeks with many complications and failures. So, rather than correspond with several non related updates, I will just make this one extra long and add a few photos for your enjoyment.
…and yes, I know that some of this will be repetitive to things you have already read or heard about, but you can skip over that much if you like…
Overall, Christmas was a new experience for Jordan and I both. Jordan’s includes countless, consecutive days of December alone in his room with his friend, Pilo. Thankfully, his run in with the bacterial infection subsided the week and a half surrounding the Christmas holiday. However, with his pilo frustrations and my days busy being a dad for the kids and picking out their Christmas gifts, we both look back and remember Christmas 2006 as one we will never forget. It was the first time that either of us were not expecting gifts under the tree. Even though our families did think of us by depositing money into our accounts (which we stated was the best option for Christmas gifts, opposed to the drawn out, costly alternative to shipping them), our Day was still different.
Usually, on Christmas Day, at home with two younger siblings (Krystal 22, Kirby 10), I am the first one up. I’m the kid, and I rush to wake all the remaining sleepers (that’s everyone else) so that we can see what Santa brought. It’s true; just ask Mom. I have never figured out why I had so much trouble waking a younger brother who is 15 years younger than me and used to be in the prime of the Santa Claus days. This year, it is like I graduated from 5 yr. old boy to 25 yr. old parent in the blinking of an eye, as my focus was not on what I would be getting, but what I would be giving. Now, at risk that you might think that I am good, I want you to know that I still struggled being content with Christmas as it was. But, looking back, it was what I needed—a holiday without many of the distractions.
In the days approaching Christmas, the kids here were not anxious because of the gifts that they might be receiving, but truly joyful because of the birth of our Savior, Jesus Christ. It was truly humbling for me.
Long before Christmas, Jordan and I were kicking around the idea of getting the children a puppy that they could play with and that would also grow up to be a good guard dog (don’t worry, we are not endangered here). Renee, our Australian volunteer, suggested the idea completely oblivious to ours. Three days after Christmas, and after consulting with Rina concerning our idea and whether it would be a good gift, we set out to find a puppy. We found Max, a 6 week old German Shepherd, in town at a local vet. He was a feisty little guy from the start. Sidenote: Rina and Santosh (her husband) were actually supposed to be getting a German Shepherd puppy from Santosh’s parents’ dogs soon after they had puppies. But for some reason, they never did. So, we found Max to be a good fit and replacement. The kids love him and play with him often, when he isn’t busy relieving himself on either Jordan’s or my own sleeping bag.
Our idea has proven challenging as we have had to educate the children how to care for a dog properly. Most of the dogs here are nasty, dying street dogs and are not really taken care of by society, but rather, they roam the streets drinking nasty mud water and hoping for one piece of meat. Have you ever seen a group of street dogs gang up on a fellow dog with the intentions of killing it and feasting on it? I can confidently say that I have. “Man’s best friend” in America becomes “Man’s daily annoyance” in Nepal. But, there are a few trusting families here who love dogs and have proven worthy of taking care of them. You don’t have to worry about Max. He is not a street dog and the kids have already shown signs of love and acceptance towards him. Way to go, Max!
…Now that you have lost your appetite for any food, due to the “cannibal dogs”, I find it in yours and my best interests to move on…
Jordan and I were blessed to have an opportunity to a free, home cooked meal with a couple from our church. Amidst our enjoyment of beef stew and during our conversation, they suggested that we spend a few days outside the Kathmandu Valley. We had never been outside of the valley in our almost 4 months of being here. On a whim, we decided to do just that.
Chitwan National Park is about 4.5 hours away if you choose to make the trip on a fast moving Microbus (basically a van, commonly used for transportation) which we did. I questioned whether I would get sick the whole way there, as we weaved in and out of and around slower moving, bigger buses that did not have the luxury (sarcasm) of our speed. Usually, I don’t get sick while traveling, but considering that we were descending rapidly while carving out a pattern that wrapped around a huge mountain, my stomach opted to disagree.
We found out that one of our Nepali friends, Biphan, from church, was from Chitwan and was headed that way. So we decided to go with him.
DAY 1 (Thursday):
Stayed with Biphan at his house with his family in Chitwan. Enjoyed the traditional nepali food. Tested our intelligence and speed, as the three of us watched the National Geographic Game Show (Jordan won). In the morning, took a walk with Biphan around his town (strangely enough, reminded us of West Texas, but held our interest a little more) and had a great conversation with him, while we met most of his relatives that lived in the area. Left for our “resort” at the Chitwan National Park.*
*Sidenote: For $50 (which covered ALL EXPENSES) we received 5 days at a resort on the lake in a nice room, 3 meals a day, a bus ride back to Kathmandu, and an itinerary full of activities.
Day 2 (Friday):
Took a day long jungle hike with a guide. Came within 20 ft. of a rhino. Saw a crocodile, wild boar, barking deer, monkeys, several varieties of birds, peacocks, and possibly heard a tiger growl in the distance (verdict is still out). However, failed to see a sloth bear (you heard me right, a sloth bear), a tiger, and Jordan…after the mysterious tiger growl in the woods.
Day 3 (Saturday):
Took a bike ride to the elephant breeding center (come on, it was included in the itinerary). Had lunch. Then, took a 2 hour tour of another jungle while riding on an elephant.
Day 4 (Sunday):
Skipped the bike ride to 20,000 lakes in order to have the day for rest. Relaxed at an umbrella covered table near the river, while enjoying the sand and the hot sun (it was nearly 80 degrees in January). Walked around the resort town and paid too much money to use the internet. Ouch!!! Lastly, enjoyed a culture dance at the local theater.
Day 5 (Monday):
Attempted to leave, headed for Kathmandu, but was delayed and sat in the bus for two hours with every other vehicle on the road during an extensive strike. Finally, we were on our way and got home.
…For $50, that my friends, is how you do a vacation…which brings me back to the thought I usually have with vacations…
…they are such a great time, but I am always ready to get back.
And, here I am a week later, sitting in my room in beautiful CWC.
(to be continued…)
Christmas!
Our Christmas was one we will not forget! Both Jordan and I were almost completely removed from the hustle and bustle of post Thanksgiving/pre Christmas time shopping and it was great. We spent the two weeks leading up to Christmas explaining advent and teaching the kids traditional Christmas carols. It was a great time. On Christmas Day we all packed into the kids' church bus and spent the day at a Nepali Christmas service.Many of you sponsored a child/children as an "angel tree" idea that we had for Christmas (actually, the whole angel tree idea wasn't mine, but borrowed from every mall in america...for those of you who were wondering). So we asked you to give $25 per child. Many of you gave! I am posting the pictures (finally, whoooo) of the things that we purchased for the kids from you. All the girls received an outfit (a sweater and jeans) with a pair of shoes. Most of the guys received either a pair of tennis shoes and a watch, or a futbol jersey and a watch. A couple of guys specifically asked for Bibles, and we were more than excited to get them.
It was a hard thing, when we think about it, to spend a Christmas giving gifts, especially to a culture that doesnt associate the holiday with gifts, but celebrates the true meaning. So, while shopping for the kids, we wanted to make sure that the gifts we got them were not just toys (which are still fun) but something useful that would provide as a functional need as well. Thanks for your gifts and prayers!
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Coats and Gloves!
Finally! I found a place in Nepal fast enough to put large pictures on the blog. Sorry that it has taken so long, but I hope you all see how greatly appreciated your gift to our kids here were. With the beginning of December came the bitterly cold weather. And trust me, with no heating in the orphanage IT GETS COLD at night and in the early mornings until the sun comes up! Many people contributed to make a gift like this for each child possible. Family, friends, friends of family, our church body, and many others came together and donated their resources to make this happen. I think you will see from the pictures how excited the kids are. Enjoy!!!
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