01 November 2012

C is for...


Today I taught the kids about C is for cookie.  



I don't have Instagram so the picture doesn't look all fancy.  Also, I wanted the cookie's actual shape to be the letter C but my cookie cutter wasn't cooperating...
And so far, it seems to have been a hit (I was enjoying their expressions so much I forgot to take pictures of them for proof).

I made it from this recipe - so legit.  Baked them at Janelle’s and she says that we should make them for our Christmas sugar cookies.  (Hard to believe that that’s around the corner)

It’s been a while since I’ve posted, obviously.  But I figure I’ll share some things that I have been challenged to think about over the past couple of weeks - the culmination, being this post.  Alliteration is (C is for) cheesy…!  Hence, I proceed to share with you some of my thoughts - some raw and some processed:

C is for comparison: Have felt insecure when it comes to work even though I actually love my job and the children.  Because I didn’t study education as an undergrad, I have been muddling through if this is actually what I’m supposed to be doing or not when I feel like things don’t rub me right.  It has also been pretty easy to compare myself to people that I have been serving with in our church and think, ‘Wow, I’m not as good as this person at this, or that person at that,’ to the point where it has been crippling.  A mentor reminded me gently that if she had focused on what others were good at, she wouldn’t have been able to do or be the things that God wanted her to do and be.  I was thankful for the exhortation - and it has been great to realize once again that self-focus kills.

C is for circumstances: This is my third-going-on-fourth year living in Indonesia.  It’s also my third-going-on-fourth year being in our life group in Jakarta (which, incidentally, is C is for CHill, which is our life group name.  It stands for City on a Hill, from Matthew 5:14).  I have been growing to love this mess of a city with all the traffic and pollution and poverty and myriad other problems…  I have loved learning the city better and can navigate to certain places much better than I ever imagined possible when I first moved here.  Jakarta is rich with influences from outside culture (e.g. the Netherlands, Japan, Portugal) as well as from the people groups from the thousands of islands.    

I have to be honest and say that it hasn’t been easy being a part of a church and a life group with the same people for years now.  When you get to know each other more deeply, it’s so easy to see the deep-seated ugliness and filth in our hearts.  Things get messy.  Because of sin and lack of learning lessons, relationships become strained - and change.  I’m not just talking generally - I am talking about my own life.  And in spite of my growing love for the city as a whole, it has been easy to feel like I just want to leave because of circumstantial things. 

C is for confession: Okay, so one confession is that I always judged the people who got into Korean dramas, thinking that they were really lame and a waste of time.  We recently had a national holiday, so I took the long weekend to dive headlong into the Korean drama “Secret Garden” and so my other confession is that I got sucked in.  Music moves me pretty deeply, and it’s very Asian-ballad-y-emo (galau.com, for you readers in Indonesia) sounding kind of music that has been playing on repeat in my head.  I’m not dissing Korean dramas - actually, it could have been anything that I was filling my heart with.  (So in this situation, it just happened to be “Secret Garden”).  And it has been really easy to jump into that as an escape from the painful reality of strain in a relationship with a good friend and with the busyness of things that I know need to be taken care of, but that this weary heart doesn’t want to do. 

C is for character: almost four years ago, my life group leader sat me down in a café in Ann Arbor and asked me if I had ever thought about taking a year off to build my character and not my resume.  At the time, the thought had never occurred to me, and at that moment, I thought that she was crazy.  But here I am, in a country I never saw in my five year plan, in situations that are bringing out my character flaws and gaps in my faith in Christ that I may never have seen had it not been for God’s kindness. 

C is for completion: I know that this morning, for some reason, the Holy Spirit reminded me of Philippians 1:6: “Being confident of this: that He who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.” I’m a work in progress.  There are still so many things that haven’t changed in my heart, areas of character still undeveloped - but Christ will do it. 

C is for Christ: whom I admit, I haven’t been placing my whole heart and focus on Him lately.  But in spite of that, He has been gracious, and constant.  Do I want Him more than I want my circumstances to change, or more than change itself? Though change hasn’t come in some areas as quickly as I would hope (and has been my reason for despair - another confession), my joy (which has been so hard to find and to remember everyday) is in knowing that it will come.  I hope I can be content with this, and content with Christ. 

"I have been crucifed with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me.  The life I live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me." (Galatians 2:20)



24 May 2012

Perspective


Broken.

I saw a video recently about a nine year old boy who lives in Kupang. He introduced himself and then told the camera that he has to wake up every day at 4:00 AM to fish because he has to pay his tuition for school. Later on in the video, his teacher says that her students cannot stay awake because they don’t get enough food to eat if they don’t sell enough fish, and if they do get to eat, the food is not nutritious.
Rebuked.

I was lying on my bed recently feeling really depressed about the state of my life. How I feel like I have accomplished nothing really significant since I graduated four years ago. I had been cleaning my room, cleaning out my closet of clothing that is perfectly good, but that I’m tired of. And then a friend reminded me gently through BBM that there are others less fortunate with highly-felt needs. ‘Why don’t you give it to the cleaners at school?’ she said. ‘If you really want a ministry to them…’

I asked some colleagues yesterday how much money the cleaners make on average per month. “One hundred,” one said. “Or a little more than one hundred US dollars per month – one million rupiah, or 1.2.”

Perspective.

As I was thinking about our cleaners and how much is asked of them at school – to do the dirty work, of cleaning up little ones who soil themselves during their lessons, to wash the dishes after the students have eaten at recess… I realized that it takes them an entire year to earn what I do in less than one month.

And I think it’s okay to slack off, to be unorganized, to do a mediocre job at work because there are “so many things to do”…

How dare you…

We taught the kindies this week about “Do not worry about your life, what you will eat, or drink, or what you will wear… for the pagans worry about those things…” How much I have lived for my stomach and what to eat, materialistically bought something miscellaneous because I was sad… how much have I spent on drinks at Starbucks, or in general, and not realized that what I pay for one drink mindlessly is the income per day for so many cleaners and others in the service sector.

It so happened (and by that, I mean it was actually God’s sovereignty) that we taught that lesson this week. I wanted to rebuke my cute, rich students – but really, the one who needed the rebuke was me.

We sang this song in CB (chapel) this week:

Jangan kamu kuatir
Burung di udara Dia plihara
Jangan kamu kuatir
Bunga di padang Dia hiasi
Jangan kamu kuatir
Apa yang kau makan, minum, pakai
Jangan kamu kuatir
Bapa di surga memlihara

Don’t worry
He keeps the birds of the air
Don’t worry
He clothes the flowers of the field
Don’t worry
About what you eat, drink, or wear
Don’t worry
God in heaven cares.

Father, thank you for convicting me by the Holy Spirit about the hard facts today. I think I am a better steward of my time, treasure, and talent than I actually am. Please…help me not to just know the facts but to have my eyes opened up to how I can do something in this place where you have put me sovereignly, where there are so many accutely-felt needs, physical and spiritual.