Sunday, December 8, 2013

Tortoises Can Be Quick (And Other Important Life Lessons)


A friend of mine encouraged me to think through some of the lessons that I learned throughout the many months I had in Cote d'Ivoire. Though this list is far from exhaustive, it's a start. Some of these lessons are sensible, others ridiculous. For you they may not apply or even be interesting in the least bit, but I wanted to share. 

1. Expectations for the future are natural, but it’s important to understand and evaluate them, lower them when possible, and remember that one will likely be disappointed (but delighted in unexpected ways).

2. Be realistic, with a bent toward optimism.

3. Grace is central to everything. Preach it to self, show it to others, especially teammates.

4. Sometimes it’s okay to sacrifice sleep to be with people. Often in looking back, one remembers the memories and fun times, not the sleepiness which one had in the moment.

5. But to balance out #4, one also needs a good night of sleep to have adequate energy and a keen mind to learn and serve well. Sometimes it is better to choose an early bedtime than a social activity.

6-9 relate to learning a new language:

6. Frustration is the best motivation to learn / advance

7. Spend time with children and be active with them. (I learned how to count in French throwing a ball back and forth with two kids)

8. Speak, as much as possible, ignoring mistakes (at least to some degree)

9. Once your mind is full for the day, go out for a run

10. Enjoy the people around you; regardless of who you are with, really see them. And, take note of what you learn from them about God and His character.

11. Everyone struggles with comparison, but it is truly the thief of all joy. The most freeing moments are when one forgets completely about self. These moments are scarce.

12. Everyone wraps up their identity in things that don’t matter. Confess these things. Remember you have a Master Artist forming you. And since He already redeemed you, that is your identity.

13. Pork tastes best when cooked underground for 24 hours.

14. A New Year’s party is never complete without a dancing.

15. Older Ivorian women are really quite funny. Don’t take them so seriously.

16. Little lessons I learned from my sisters:
  • One shouldn’t wear the same pagne 4 days in a row
  • There’s a difference between the two blue “tea kettles” … one’s for face-washing and the other is for the bathroom
  • Don’t wear shoes while pulling water from the well
  • Rinsing hands in a bowl of water, then passing it around to another 7 people, is sufficient for hand-washing before a meal
  •  A cold bucket bath right before bed helps one sleep well on hot nights
  • Mosquito-nets are unnecessary, until one kills a scorpion in the bedroom
  • Roasting peanuts in red, sparkly sand is what makes them pretty


17. West Africa can be freezing at times. Just don’t be surprised when you need to pull out a sweater.

18. If there are aspects to your current situation that feel difficult now, wait a while. These things may become some of your greatest joys down the road.

19. In the village, if needing alone time to pray, go on a walk and talk to God on the phone. You can talk out loud and no one will wonder.

20. To avoid stomach issues and major illnesses, filter well water (I began doing this 2 months after I moved into my family. Oops.)

21. Give thanks for white bread, Nesquick, rice, and sauce.

22. Missions is simply daily life lived cross-culturally that Jesus would be known and praised. It can be domestic drudgery, but even cleaning, childcare, and cooking can be kingdom work.

23. Observe babies, and baby animals. See their innocence, dependence, and curiosity. Observe their fascination with life as they discover their environment.

24. Withhold judgment! This seems obvious, but it’s so important when entering a new place.

25. Don’t be afraid to dream, outrageously. And dream outside of the box.

26. The rule of thumb when preparing an Ivorian sauce: more oil and more salt. One can test-taste by putting a dab of sauce on one’s left hand and licking it off... But that is the only time the left hand can be used for eating.

27. There is consistency and synthesis to the stories the Author of life is writing in each of us. It is sweet to go back to places (physical) where significant memories were formed, praising God for His guidance in the past and promise of it in the future.

28. Laying between rows of eggplants at the garden can relieve all stress and can make the perfect place to nap. Until the ants find you. 

29.  You can’t convince Ivoirians that chameleons aren’t dangerous when they’ve believed it for years. So don’t even try.

30. Don’t dry laundry under the mango tree when the fruit is ripe, or you risk washing it all over again. Mango juice doesn’t come out easily.

31. Greet people (especially the elderly) in their mother-tongue. Even a poor attempt is better than no attempt at all, and you’ll see lots of beautiful, toothless smiles.

32. Tortoises have an aggressive side. Don’t be fooled. They may spring on your backpack. 

33. After 7 months in a village, one will no doubt pick up certain expressions and sounds that Ivorians make in conversation. When a new group of Americans (in this case, the new JourneryCorps team) arrives, they’ll point them out and never let them down.

34. Brushing teeth under the stars every night is the best way to wind down from the day. Looking up reminds one that God gave grace to get through the day and will surely do the same tomorrow. 

35. In leaving a place, the most common blessing a young woman receives is that God would grant her a good husband. 

36. “Halleluiah” has to be one of the best universally-understood words of worship.


Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Discipleship. Learning. Restoration.


Dorcas House
Ouagadougou, Burkina Faso
(more to come. pics for now)



















Learning the Landscape.

















Granddaddy






Hugh David Arant:
a son of the Living God,
to which a life well-lived
upon this earthly, trodden ground
can be easily claimed.

A warrior-poet was he,
as courage and determination
met kindness in his heart,
inspiring many to live
simply, purposely, at ease.

“My cup runneth over”
would he say in the presence
of family. A faithful husband,
good father, grandfather &
great-grandfather; loved by all

not easily swayed by frivolous
distractions but steady in
his love for reading, learning,
adventuring & serving.
always time for a cup of tea.

whether around the world or home in Dallas,
it was his bride Lannie
(best-friend & lover
& sweet wife of 69 years), who always
propelled him to live life in full.

stories, for sharing and hearing:
a favorite pastime. often while holding a hot
cup of Lipton, unsweetened,
staining his mug that no one would
wash without permission, but reheated often

children’s books we read together,
once bathed after hot, sweaty days.
The “cleanest and the sweetest”
snuggled on his lap before bed;
Title, Author, Story, and a kiss goodnight

He taught me how to be a good Texan,
singing: “I’m a Tex, I’m a Tex, I’m a Texas star,
straight from the prairie
where the broncos are…”
receiving smiles of approval.

Collector: of stamps, tea-tags,
books and hugs.
A man who loved history
for its wisdom and maps for
their function (or beauty, I cannot be sure)

Every new morning carried
a song of certain routine.
Delighting in orange juice, toast
(covered crust to crust with grape jelly,
sugar-free), oatmeal and tea

Devotions with Mimmie
were never skipped or forgotten.
“The Upper Room,” Scripture, and prayer;
always and only praying
with a thankful heart, humble tone

Generous and free with the “things”
he had, aware of reality which passes
visibility, making things less important,
and relationships key.
Explore the library, take your favorite book.

Tracking rainfall,  every ¼ inch important;
savoring car mints, all the way to church.
He taught me how to shoot a
bow and arrow;
we caught lizards, explored creeks.

Our last time together was a beautiful weekend
15 months ago. We shared stories & quiet moments,
counted blessings and little delights.
Visiting with Mimmie, our dear.
Togetherness was all that mattered.

An outing to Tom Thumb, buying cantaloupe
with a twinkle in his eye,
Once home we sliced the fruit together:
Juice dripped. Sticky hands.
Happily we ate, every last bit

Granddaddy, to God I give thanks for you.
You taught me how to love the little things &
be an adventurer, always firmly
grounded in faith and truth and love.
“My cup runneth over.”

Monday, September 23, 2013

Picnicking on a Mountain


This past weekend, while up in the city of Korhogo, we ventured out to climb a small mountain – imagine 16 people hiking, crouching, bending, sliding, and climbing up in a single file line, sweat beads rolling down our faces. Humidity = transpiration. Once at the top we enjoyed the view of Korhogo and other villages below, while munching on PB&J sandwiches and popcorn. It was quite the adventure. Aside from a trail of biting driver ants, we happily avoided other surly creatures. 











Woven Houses


yellow
weavers, plucking green grass
from the ground
carried up, wound around
building homes
together in the branches,
strength in numbers.
working, yes, but not
worrying. all they need
has been provided for.
why be anxious when He
who cares for the weavers,
thinks even more for you.


New Journey[ers]


 Soooo it’s about time for an update from Cote d’Ivoire. September blew in with hurry and keeps passing through…with small pauses here and there, but not enough time for blogging. Oh, priorities. All the little spaces in a day have filled up with chatter, story-telling, and laughing with the twelve new Journeyers who arrived September 4th. To keep it brief: I love these people. What a crazy, eager, caring bunch of Jesus-followers they are. God has been pouring out grace upon me through each and every one of them. Here’s their picture, (missing Richard):


Basically since the day after their arrival they’ve been learning French, eating Ivorian food, riding motorcycle taxis, attaching pagnes, and adjusting to the climate, noises, tastes, and smells of Cote d’Ivoire. While it hasn’t been a piece of cake to go through all of this initial integration and orientation, they have courageous spirits and honest hearts as they learn to do life together -- blending their own cultures and learning a new one. Here's evidence of what's called an end-of-a-long-day-mutual-encouragement-back-rub-train.