16.12.12

Books - be generous with them

Books play an important part in our family's life.  You will find books in almost every room in our house. Our books not only have stories and conversations within them but also wrapped around them. I look at certain books and remember the places I have taken them, people who have borrowed them and those who have received some as gifts.

Recently God has given us several ministry opportunities through the books we own. I hope this little post encourages others to see their books not just as learning tools but also as ministry opportunities.

Book #1 - Mere Christianity by C. S. Lewis

Brandon has had the opportunity to hand a couple of these out to workmates recently. He decided that he and the group at work who get together for lunchtime religious/Christian discussions should read the book.

For Christmas this year, Brandon decided to give everyone in his group the book.

Pray that those receiving this gift would read it and be challenged by its content. Pray also that if they don't read it that the book wanders into the hands of someone who will.









Book #2 - The Meaning of Marriage by Timothy Keller

As you can see from the dust jacket this book has been handled well. Brandon and I have both read this and would have to say it is one of the best books on marriage that we have ever read. One tip...read the footnotes! Timothy Keller's footnotes help to dig deeper and give you even more to chew on.

We recently lent this book to a Christian friend who is still single. He was encouraged by the book and found it useful. Lord willing in the next year we might start a Bible study around this book and the study guide that the Head, heart and Hands blog offers.









Book #3 - The Secret Thoughts of an Unlikely Convert by Rosaria Champagne Butterfield

I always carry a book in my purse/bag. One valuable lesson my dad taught me early on in life was that you should never leave home without a book. It doesn't matter how long you think you will be gone or what you might be doing. Always come prepared, bring a book.

A few Saturdays ago I had the privilege of hearing another sister-in-Christ's life journey. During her testimony this book came to mind and how it might be encouraging for her to read. Providentially the book was in my bag - thanks Dad. I was a bit hesitant to hand it over as I was only half-way through. The prompting from the Holy Spirit won out and I passed it on to the new owner.  I figured I could buy another one in a few weeks.

Little did I know, that the book our church would purchase for every family this Christmas was this very book! I read the last half of the book today for my Sunday reading.

Book #4 - Handmade books by our girls for two deaf Sri Lankan girls

Through a workmate of Brandon's God has provided us with a ministry of mercy. This workmate is Sri Lankan and while back home met two families who have deaf daughters. The girls need hearing aids but these devices cost the amount of a year's salary for both families.  Dan, the workmate, asked Brandon if our church helped with this sort of need. Through our church family, other workmates and family we have been able to raise enough money to buy both girls hearing aids as well as a little extra.

As a family we decided to send these homemade books along to tell the story of Jesus and Jarius' daughter. See Luke chapter 8. Brandon's workmate has graciously said that he will translate the stories found within these humble books into Sinhala, their native language. We also included notes sharing with the families how Jesus' ultimate mission was to come and clean/fix our dirty/broken hearts. Below is the entire message we added to the back of the books. Please pray for these families. Pray that the Holy Spirit would work in their hearts. Pray that God would bring Christian Sri Lankans into their lives.


We are so glad that Dan told us of your need for hearing aids. People from America and Australia all wanted to help and gave generously. All of us gave a little and it added up to a lot. Some people who gave are Christians, who worship Jesus. Christians are happy to give because Jesus gave so much to us. Christians believe that God came to earth as a man and lived with the very poor and helped those who were sick. But that wasn’t his ultimate mission. His mission was to fix broken hearts. 
All of our hearts are broken from birth and don’t work right. We sometimes lie, cheat, steal, hurt others and much more. These actions make our hearts dirty before God. Dirty hearts make it impossible to have God as our Father, as he wants to be. The only way for this to happen was for Jesus to die for us, punished in our place. Then we could have God as our Father forever. Jesus didn’t stay dead, because he was God, death had no power and he came to life after three days. If we believe this and worship Jesus, who is now with God in heaven, we can have God as our Father forever, our dirty hearts are taken and he gives us a new heart, and we can have hope that we live forever with him after we die 
This is what Christians believe. This is why we like to give and help others; because our God loves and gives to us. He even gave himself.

Pray and look forward to the opportunities that God may give you through your books. And be generous with them!



Future ministry opportunities? First on the left for sure.


3.12.12

Our Neighbourhood Thanksgiving

Every year we enjoy gathering with fellow Americans and their families for a Thanksgiving lunch down in Geelong. We always have a great time together and are thankful that the Nelson family opens their home to all of us.

This year we decided to extend our Thanksgiving holiday by having a second feast the following Saturday for our neighbours. We wanted to provide an opportunity to get to know some of the families we didn't already know as well as provide a house/meal where neighbours could get together.

Two weeks prior we printed out invitations and walked up and down our street handing them out. This act in of itself was valuable. We were able to meet four residents that we hadn't previously known. The reactions of people were interesting. Some were genuinely surprised that we were doing something like this. We tend to live in a society now days that guards our homes and we do not often invite each other in. Sadly, the high fences in the Australian suburbs lend to this fortress mentality.

A week before the event our oven broke. We called the realestate agent our landlord uses and they promised to get someone out there soon.

As the day drew near we had a few neighbours RSVP. Due to a small number of neighbours who said they would come we decided to invite one of Brandon's workmates and wife who were really eager to celebrate a Thanksgiving, "like the ones in the movies", they said. We also decided to invite an Indian fellow we met Target and another lady who I have become friends with through the local grocery store.  This was a bit difficult in that I really had no idea how many people would show up. I have learned since moving here that Australians are not  big fans of the RSVP, so who knew how many would really show up.  Was the turkey big enough? Should we set up three tables instead of three? Should we invite others outside the neighbourhood?

Brandon met the Indian while shopping in Target a few weeks ago. He saw Brandon's moustache and started telling him about a village in Indiana where all the men grow similar moustaches. He asked Brandon to send him a few updates about the 'stache which then eventuated into an invitation to Thanksgiving.

My friend from the grocery store works as a cashier there. I try to go through her line whenever I'm there so that we can talk. She and her husband are from India. We talk from time to time about missing home, being away from family and life in general. She asked me about Thanksgiving last year and so I invited her to this year's meal.

Two days before the event our oven was still not in working order. I planned our menu so that everything but the Turkey, stuffing and pies could be eaten cold. So for instance instead of mashed potatoes we might have potato salad. Instead of green bean casserole we might have a cold green bean salad. I was planning on driving all the food over to the church for cooking until our neighbour, volunteered her oven. This was very kind of her and took her up on the offer. A bit humbling for me. Invite the neighbours over for Thanksgiving but then use their oven to cook everything!

The day of, still no oven. Brandon and I started running food over to the neighbours for cooking.

The girls decorated the tables for me with paper leaves in autumn colours.

Brandon set up a curtain outside for our play.

In the end we had three neighbour houses come, one family and two widows. We also had the workmate and wife and the man from Target along with his friend. Sadly the lady from the grocery store was called in to work late at the last minute and she and her daughter could not come. The countries represented were Greece, England, Indian, Australia and American.

Before having dessert our kids and the neighbour boys put on a play explaining why we celebrate Thanksgiving.  I think the Thanksgiving story should fit under the category of a drama but it turned out to be more of a comedy. Gideon was slipping down the Mayflower gangplank, the pilgrims' guns were plastic machine guns, Gideon forgot his one line of "land ho!" and other confusions. It was enjoyed by all and perhaps even educational.

During dessert Brandon read part of Abraham Lincoln's Thanksgiving day proclamation to our guests. You can read the excerpts below.


The year that is drawing towards its close, has been filled with the blessings of fruitful fields and healthful skies. To these bounties, which are so constantly enjoyed that we are prone to forget the source from which they come, others have been added, which are of so extraordinary a nature, that they cannot fail to penetrate and soften even the heart which is habitually insensible to the ever watchful providence of Almighty God...
...No human counsel hath devised nor hath any mortal hand worked out these great things. They are the gracious gifts of the Most High God, who, while dealing with us in anger for our sins, hath nevertheless remembered mercy. It has seemed to me fit and proper that they should be solemnly, reverently and gratefully acknowledged as with one heart and one voice by the whole American People. I do therefore invite my fellow citizens in every part of the United States, and also those who are at sea and those who are sojourning in foreign lands, to set apart and observe the last Thursday of November next, as a day of Thanksgiving and Praise to our beneficent Father who dwelleth in the Heavens. 
Done at the City of Washington, this Third day of October, in the year of our Lord one thousand eight hundred and sixty-three, and of the Independence of the Unites States the Eighty-eighth. 
By the President: Abraham Lincoln

We really enjoyed our neighbourhood Thanksgiving meal. I don't know if you could say it was like the ones in the movies...maybe in 'A Christmas Story' sort of way? When you open your home to people you never know what will happen. An oven may break, guest numbers may be uncertain making the food difficult to plan, the entertainment may not go as smoothly as some would hope and your grocery budget may be blown to bits.  Hospitality is not easy or cheap but as Christians we are called to open our homes to others.

When we open our homes we make ourselves vulnerable to others. Through this we learn to rely on Him for our needs (even how the food will get cooked), we learn to care for those who society forgets (widows, orphans and migrants) and we are reminded that Jesus made himself completely vulnerable on the cross, giving up his rights and ultimately his life, so that we might have forgiveness and eternal life through his sacrifice on the cross.

We also are provided with the opportunity to show Christ's love to others. Something we desire to do on a daily basis.


12.11.12

When God uses our dislikes for witnessing

There are many things that I do not like and would rather not have to put up with. We all have a list of these. There are times that we make a conscious decision to put ourselves in a position where we have to deal with a dislike.

For example renting. We have been renting for ten years now and it can become tiring. As most of you may know we rent in Melbourne and it was a conscious choice on our part. We could own a home elsewhere but not anywhere near the McKinnon church. Thus, we have willingly put ourselves in the position to deal with this dislike. I should state that I really do not like renting and it is at times a great battle of contentment.

I go up and down with my contentment levels on this subject. There are times that I am very content and then there are days where I am ready to leave this stinking expensive city for the plains of Indiana just so that I can own a massive 12 bedroom, 5 bathroom, 4 living area house on 2 acres of land.

Thankfully God can and often does use our dislikes/short falls for his glory.

We just put in a veggie garden in the front yard of our house. I decided to put it there so when working in the garden we would be visible to any neighbours walking by. This decision has already helped in getting to the the lady across the street more closely. She is Greek and the Greeks around here love gardening. So as soon as she noticed that we were putting in a garden she was over offering veggies of all kinds and herbs that only have Greek names.

While she was showing the kids and I her garden she mentioned how we rent but still take care of the house. She was impressed that we did this as she said "it is not our house".

I was able to explain to her that as Christians we try to love our neighbours as Jesus says we should.  Our landlord in a round-a-bout way is our neighbour and taking care of their house is a way to love them. I also said that God provided this house for us and so even if we don't own it we should still be thankful for his provision. A way we can show this thankfulness is by taking care of what he has given us. I think she was able to understand most of it and Lord willing he might use it in her life.

I suppose people on our streets and yours expect you to take care of your house if you own it. That's what you do. However it can say a bit more when you are renting and you take just as good care, or even better care of the house your living in compared to those around you. This shouldn't result in a pride war where we compare our lawns and gardens to see whose is the best. We should see it as an unexpected way to witness to others.

So renters take heart, God can use even your housing situation to help you be a light to your community. Something I had not really thought about before. Thanks Lord for another learning experience.

p.s. Don't forget to weed!


3.8.12

Reflections on traveling and the RPIC 2012

Monday we arrived home from a 6 week holiday in the States. I think it is safe to say we are over the jet lag. We had a great time with family and friends and are thankful that we could do and see so many things. It is always enjoyable to watch the kids forming deeper relationships with their grandparents, aunts and uncles.

I will have to record at another time what the highlights were for each of our children.

One of the highlights for Brandon and I was going to the RP International Conference. Coming from a very small church it was almost overwhelming (in a good way) to be surrounded by so many Christian friends/family for a week. Singing the Psalms with 2000+ people always reminds me of heaven and makes me look forward to the day when all the saints are gathered together singing praises to God.

The preaching/teaching section was led by Dr. Joel Beeke, all focusing on how to live the Christian life. Following the preaching each day all the adults had the option to sit in on various seminars. Brandon and I both appreciated the diversity of topics and the encouragement that we received from them.

Brandon and I tended to take the 'divide and conquer approach to the seminars'. Meaning we split up and went to separate ones and then shared notes afterwards. We like to do this so that we can cover more ground. We don't often get exposed to so much concentrated Biblical teaching on such a vast array of topics and so we wanted to take in as much as possible for the trip home.

The following are the seminars that we attended;
- The Vaccine Wars: A Christian Response
- Science and Faith: Battles, Insights, and Blessings
- Homosexuality: Accepting the Challenge
- Precenting techniques
- How the Lord is at Work Building His Kingdom in Japan
- Restoring Streets to Dwell In: The Gospel and Neighborhood Restoration

There is much to share from these seminars. If you are interested in hearing about them let us know. We would love to pass on what we learned.

I might in future posts review each one. It would help cement everything in my brain by doing such an exercise.

Apart from the great teaching and seminars spending time with people was a great blessing. We were encouraged by many and came away with a mountain to pray for! It is encouraging to see God moving in great ways around the world. We were challenged to continue asking for something similar in this country.  Above all we are thankful that God has blessed the RP denomination with so many godly and theologically sound men that are willing to serve the church body and preach the gospel.

p.s. If you haven't gone to a RP international conference, well the only thing I can say is that you should. There are so many benefits to being with such a group for almost a week. The next one is in 2016...start planning now, we are :-)

22.5.12

Poor us

I just read this article on the Age and found it refreshing. Finally someone in the country is telling the average consumer to stop their whinging.

Article

I particularly thought these paragraphs were insightful into of the attitudes currently here in Oz.
"Retailers whine about lower retail spending, rather than diverting their energy into making stores that people want to shop in with sales assistants that are friendly and knowledgeable about their product. Manufacturers bemoan a higher dollar without thinking how they can move up the value chain to high-end goods that foreigners actually want to buy. 

Government is acting like the weak-willed parent who, in its thirst for affection, has failed to draw any boundaries and stick to them.
Consumers have become rentseekers too, complaining about the cost of living and wailing about any attempts to wind back a bloated welfare system. Meanwhile we refuse to acknowledge all the things government has done for us, like stopping us from going into recession. 
Government is left desperately trying to figure out what it is that we want to keep us quiet. But any attempts to assuage our complaints - such as petrol price inquiries, grocery price inquiries - only lead us to wail even louder."
It seems to me that people here have forgotten about the rule that says "whoever pays the bills makes the rules".

You know the government is giving you money because of an
upcoming election....right? It is because they have all this extra lying
and decided to hand it out. 
People here feel that they are entitled to so many days to the hospital for free after having a baby. They seem to forget that all the other bills were completely free* and that many people elsewhere in the world do not even have access to healthcare like this, let alone for free.

Some say they are going to be hard up financially if/when the government reduces family tax benefits or carers leave or the myriad of other social handouts we get. These people seem to have forgotten that they get so many hand outs that they can live comfortably only working part time. Not many other people in the world could say such a thing. Gasp and horror if they should actually have to look for full-time work! In Greece right now there are people who have worked for an entire year without getting paid because their country is flat broke. At least here you would get paid. And don't forget minimum wage is at a lovely $15.51/hr for anyone older than 20. And I wonder why it costs so much to go see a movie or eat at Mc Donalds?

Sadly this lazy attitude is within the Christian circles as it is in the secular ones. Half the people I have heard whinging over the past several weeks have been Christians. They expect the handouts just as much as anyone else. They don't think work is a good. They don't think about taking responsibility for their family. They don't consider that they may have to tighten their belts a little, tell their kids no more Fox Tel and take out every week. 

And here lies a few dangers when living in a welfare-socialist country. The church (or I should say its individuals) forgets its responsibility to care for the poor and down-trodden, individuals forget how to work hard and people forget that everything comes for a price. 

Even those 'free' nights at the hospital.

When the government is in the red those luxuries are thrown in the rubbish bin.  We can carry on as we are and pass on the pain to our children or we could shoulder the burden ourselves and teach our children some valuable lessons so that they don't make the same mistakes.

I'd rather teach than hope that the next generation figures it out for themselves.







*People seem to have also forgotten that nothing is for free and that when the hard times come those nice little 'freebies' tend to disappear.

22.4.12

China Part 4: Foreign Teachers, Wàijí jiàoshī, 外籍教师

So I did go to China to visit my sister and brother-in-law. I have written a lot about adventures thus far.

My sister and brother-in-law are both teaching English at Chinese schools in Changchun. Eleni is teaching at a primary school and Allen is at a university.

I had the privilege of following Eleni around for the day. Actually she put me to work and made me talk and field questions for all 8 (or was it nine?) classes. By the way Eleni, are you going to split your pay with me for that day????  :-)

Some of Eleni's students
I had a great time with Eleni and the kids. It was fun drawing pictures of my family and Australia. I played a game with some of the classes where they had to try and guess our ages. They had fun with that. They also thought it was hilarious when they found out my husband's name was Brandon. You see, some of the boys in the classes had adopted Brandon as their English name. One turned red, lowered his head in shame and kept shaking it. The rest of us thought it was great fun. They laughed even harder when I told them Brandon was 32. The poor  Brandons were probably teased the rest of the week for that :-)  Some context behind the English names.  In each English class every child picks an English name. Some are quite normal like Brandon or Helen. Others can be very strange. Such as, Car, Lucifer, Tiger and other inanimate objects.

The kids also had the opportunity to ask me questions. A few were about Australia, the normal animal and weather questions. A few were about my kids, what they liked to do. I had two questions were really good.

More students
One girl asked why we can have three kids in Australia. I told her that our government allows us to have as many kids as we want. Where as her government says you can't. Do you now see the evils of Communism? Too much power in the hands of a few can lead to disastrous consequences. No, I didn't really say that last bit but I wanted to. The Chinese teacher (there is always one in there with Eleni to help with translating or problems that arise) then proceeded to talk for a very long time in Chinese. I suppose to clarify on how the Chinese govt. is looking after the people and doing what is best.
Insight #6 into daily China life - Communism is real. The children see it as normal and when they hear of differences in other countries they are curious. Unfortunately the English teachers are limited in what they can say as of now. Lord willing, this system of government in China, North Korea and Cuba will one day fall. We should be ready for the day when it does. And, if even in small ways, support those who are slowly, peacefully trying to chip away at the foundation. 
The second question was "What are you going to have your kids do when they grow up?"
I told the kids that my husband and I were not going to decide what their job was and that it was up to them. I told them the only thing I cared about was that they learn how to be good mommies and daddies if there comes a time when they have their own children. Again, I could have said a lot more. I wanted to say that it doesn't matter what they do. What matters most is that they are following Jesus.  But for the sake of Eleni's job I refrained.

And more students. The face the boy in the middle
is making cracks me up.
The first difference I noticed were the class sizes. Eleni's classes on averaged had about 40 students, some close to 45. Big classes. You can imagine how hard it would be to remember the names of everyone. Eleni often had to write notes next to people's names so that she could keep track of who was who. I suppose the hard thing is that some genetic differences we see in the West are not as prominent in Asia. For instance hair color, the type of hair (not much in the way of curly over there) and eye color cannot be relied upon. You can't use those differences as ways to recall names. You have to be a bit more creative. Especially on the day you have 7-8 classes that are each filled with around 40 students. I have to say that Eleni's school, Perfect English, is also very large. I believe there are about 15,000 students. I suppose that has to be when you have a population of 1.3 billion.

Lunch time! Rice, a fish and some greens
Another difference was how they ran the schools. The kids have one room that they are in the entire day. At lunch time the food is brought to the hallway on carts. Kids line up get their food and then go back to their rooms to eat. Kids are also responsible for keeping their class rooms clean. I think they take shifts on cleaning them up.

One last difference, school productions. They are crazy. The New Year production Eleni was involved in was bigger than what most half-time shows at sporting events. Also this production wasn't for the entire school, it was only for the teachers, upper management and government officials. Also, the teachers were in the production. Eleni even had a part. Below you will find some video clips from last year's production. The entire show lasted five hours, yes five hours. I won't show you that much, I will be nice. I do believe a new category under 'persecution of the saints' has been discovered.
Insight #7 into daily life in China - Celebrations, shows, etc. Are big and not to be taken lightly. 
A mention now of the foreign teachers who go to China to teach English. Many, but not all, come under the umbrella of Christian groups with the hope of reaching out to the people in whatever way they can. Many of the teachers I met in Changchun and Dalian were Christians and had been there for several years.  This is where I began to see a need.

The fish. Bones and all.
There are pockets of Christian teachers all over the country. They usually do not attend the state churches.  Those services tend to be all in Chinese and well, run by the State. Not so great theologically. The foreign teachers cannot get involved with the underground church because it would be too dangerous for the locals. A group of white people going to a building/house every Sunday stands out way too much to the local authorities. So then what do these teachers do? Most gather in each other's homes for Sunday worship. They sing, pray and listen to a sermon downloaded off the internet via some VPN software. These groups can be made up of people from all different denominations, backgrounds etc. Some are not even believers. They come for Western contact. Something very much needed when you have had a bad China day*. Most of these people are in their early to mid twenties with a few being around 30. On the whole, fairly young.

I really saw a need for older, wiser Christians to be traveling around to these cells of teachers. Leading, discipling and encouraging them. I asked the two groups I worshipped with how they chose their sermons. They both said they just go around the group and take turns choosing. I suppose for a while this could be fine but some of these teachers have been there for years. The most was 6-7.  There are benefits to studying an entire book of the Bible, theme, or subject. Popcorn style just doesn't lend itself to that. Also, some of these teachers have not had the opportunity to take communion for a year, two, maybe even five years. That is a long time.

Three of the Dalian group. We ate at Dairy Queen. A treat
for me too seeing as though Oz doesn't have them.
I talked to one of the older teachers in Dalian about this. He realized this was a problem as well. He said that there had been an older couple who was living in Dalian and leading/mentoring the group. However, they had recently moved back to the States. Their leaving had certainly left a gaping need in the group. The man I talked to spoke of how it was hard now that the older couple had left, they didn't have anyone to lead them. Sure they could take turns but that isn't the same as having a more spiritually mature person take on the role. There is a need.

I also meet a few people who were struggling with their faith. They needed older, spiritually mature people there to help answer their questions and be alongside them as they wrestled with some difficult issues.

The Changchun groups. Two groups that
worship in different places.
You could pray for these little groups in China. They are a mixed bunch, as is often seen when you go to the remote places of the world. They need (they do miss it) to be able to have communion from time to time, encouragement (China is not an easy place to work as a tent maker) and spiritual leadership. Pray for their unity. Pray for their witness to the non-Christian foreign teachers who come to worship purely for the Western/English contact. Pray that God would call some older Christians to meet the needs of these groups sprinkled around the vastness of China.

*A phrase some of the foreign teachers used when the day had not gone well do to cultural differences. Sometimes the brain just has enough and needs to be with what is comfortable.


The New Year's Perfect English (the name of the school) Production. I apologize for the bad filming. I was using my phone to record from a dvd that was playing on Elen's laptop. The entire show took up two dvds and came in a nicely designed plastic dvd case. My kids are not going to school unless their school does something like this.


This video shows all the important people arriving on the red carpet.


 

One of the dances. Remember these are the teachers and other management at the schools doing all of this. Or at least that is what Eleni was told. When you have a school with 15,000 students you don't get to meet everyone. So who knows?

                                       

Another dance.  Notice the fancy camera booms around second 33-37.


15.4.12

China Part 3: Seeking the Peasant Painter

Sorry this is a bit long, but I suppose interesting stories often are. I am presupposing you will find this interesting.

As I said in the last post, one of the reason for coming to Dailan was to find a peasant painter whom I had discovered on one of my internet wanderings. I had been searching for folk art and ended up researching Chinese folk art, specifically paper cutting and painting.

Women of the Sea by Yu Tongle

Article #1 - peasant painters
Article #2 - folk art festival in Changchun
Article #3 - paper cutting

As soon as I saw the paintings in Article #1 I knew I was going to have to try and find the artist. The paintings were of a style I had not seen before. The first painting in particular, the one to the left here, really caught my eye.

From the articles I learned that Zhuanghe (pronounced "jong-hu") was a folk artist hot spot and that I was specifically looking for a man named Yu Tongle. And that was it, those were all the clues I had to finding those paintings. Thankfully we met Bing. She worked the desk at the hostel we stayed at in Dalian. She was very eager to help. I asked her if she knew how to get to Zhuanghe and if she knew anything about the peasant paintings. Bing knew how to get there, 2 hours by bus, but she knew nothing about the paintings. She did offer to search on the Chinese internet and see what she could find. An hour later Bing said she had found Yu Tongle's phone number. "What! Seriously? You are awesome Bing." She even offered to call him.

Bing: "He can pick you up at the bus station in Zhuanghe. You will need to call him 15 minutes before you get there."
Bing: "Do you speak Chinese?"
Me: "Ummm, no. Sorry"
Bing: "He doesn't speak English."
Me: "OK"
Bing: "Do you have a phone?"
Me:"Yes"
Bing:" You can call me on this number if you need me to translate for you."
Me:"Great! Thanks so much."

On the way to Zhuanghe
And there it was, all planned out. We would hop on a bus to Zhuanghe and somehow figure out when we were 15 minutes away.  In order that we could meet Mr. Yu Tongle who doesn't speak English and let him know in English, because we don't speak Chinese, that we will be there soon. We told Bing to tell him to look for three Wàiguó rén (foreigners), a guy and two girls. Once we were in his car, who knows what. I presumed we would go to his studio, but we wouldn't know until a few hours later.

Mr. Yu Tongle
So we bought our tickets, waded through the ripoff taxi drivers and boarded the bus. Two hours later we arrived and there was Yu Tongle, the painter from Article #1 waiting outside the bus.

At this point everything was very surreal. I had searched long and hard to find the person who painted these "peasant paintings" and now at this moment we had done it, thanks in large part to our awesome hostel worker Bing. Cool. Now what do I do?

The taking of many pictures. Sorry blurry photo : -/
Yu Tongle's work space. I'm glad to see other artists are messy.
We drove for awhile and ended up out side a very boring, beige building called the Zhuanghe Cultural Center. Mr. Tongle, smiled and motioned for us to come inside. He pointed to a plaque on the wall that indicated that something was inside. I was hoping his studio. We walked up several flights of steps interrupted by the frequent introductions to others in the building. It seemed to be a big deal.  Finally we reached a door and Mr. Tongle motioned for us to go in. It was a nice office but no art. He did introduce us to two women, which after a while we figured out where his daughter and wife. They had made a special trip to meet us. Many bows and taking of pictures ensued. I gave him a paper cutting I had brought with me all the way from Oz as a way to say "thank you". He then ran out the door. A few seconds later he came back in with  one very, very large paper cutting and four smaller ones. They were for us as a trade...I guess. His big one put mine to shame. It was 4 times larger. No, no I tried to say. I wanted to say "xie xie". Didn't matter I must take them.

In Mr. Tongle's Studio
Mr. Tongle then led us across the hall to another door. He unlocked it and behold...the mother load! There were paintings everywhere. Mr. Tongle ran over to the table, grabbed a stack of paintings and began to furiously lay them all over the ground. I had finally found them and they were lovely. Color everywhere. Scenes from village life. It was all very exciting.

Through Bing we were able to negotiate a price, actually he decided. Because we had come such a long way he gave us a nice discount. We bought a couple of paintings and that was that.  At some point Mr. Tongle began to put his hands to his mouth. A few seconds of staring and we figured out that he was asking us if we wanted to eat. Yes, we were starving. So we said goodbye to wife and daughter, hopped in his car and drove to a nearby restaurant.

Lunch
During the meal Mr. Tongle received a phone call. After the call ended he jumped up, motioned for us to stay and drove off.  Now, there is something I didn't mention earlier. Right before we left we slipped some extra money, all the cash we had on us, into the amount (there was a pile of yuan on his desk) we had paid for the two paintings. We were feeling bad about getting the paintings so cheap and wanted to pay a bit more. Well somehow he found out. He then drove back to the studio, grabbed another painting and brought it to the restaurant. Through Bing we were told that we had paid a certain price and the amount we had given was for three paintings not two. So Mr. Tongle had gone back and grabbed another.
Insight #4 into daily life in China - When they decide on a gift, or perhaps a low price as a gift, you can't change their minds. We had tried and failed.
I felt very guilty because now Mr. Tongle was out another painting at a very cheap price. I know how hard it is to get a fair price for any art you make. So yeah, I felt bad. But there wasn't anything we could do. He had decided and to push anymore would be ungrateful on our part.

We tried to help pay for lunch but he wouldn't hear of it. We would have had to physically wrestle with him if we had wanted to pay for the bill.
Insight #5 into daily life in China - The Chinese are a generous people.
So there we were with three paintings and some paper cuttings. We said our goodbyes and deepest "thank you's",  a "xie xie" with a slight bow and the right hand over balled up left hand. Then got on the bus back to Dalian.

And you know what? I ended up buying the one I first saw in Article #1.

I was very thankful to God that it all worked out. It was one of those little special blessings that God gives us every now and then and I am grateful. I will remember this little excursion for the rest of my life.

5.4.12

China Part 2: Dalian and the Night Train

On the bus
I arrived in Changchun on a Friday afternoon. Eleni, Allen and I took the bus back after shaking off the taxi drivers who are all smiles but more than willing to rip you off.
Insight #2 into daily life in China. Do not hop in the cars of taxi drivers who come find you. Either take the bus or stand in the taxi queue. If you do, expect to pay double or triple the price. 
Eleni and Allen's apartment is in a gated apartment area owned by the university Allen works for. They have a gate keeper and a curfew. During the week the curfew is 9:30-10pm (from what I remember) and on the weekends, 10:30pm. The gate keeper is an elderly man who at times, I have been told, will threaten to deny you entrance if you show up late. One night we took him the leftovers from our dinner out, he was all smiles that night and the next day. Perhaps the key to a gate keepers heart is food?

Changchun Station
Once inside I got cleaned up, packed a weekend bag and then headed to dinner. After dinner we played a few games with friends and then caught a taxi to the train station. We were at the station to catch an overnight train to a city called Dalian, about 9 hours southwest of Changchun. Dalian is a coastal city on a little peninsula by North Korea. We were heading to Dalian for various reasons. One, to see the coast of China. Two, to meet some other lǎoshī (teachers) who were of the foreign (wàiguó rén) variety. And three, to hopeful seek out a peasant painter who I had found on the internet. More on that to come later.

The train station at Changchun is like many stations around the world. There are people trying to get somewhere and trains rumbling in and out. There are also a few differences. Police with machine guns is the one that stands out the most. Oh, and the queues.

So yeah, the machine guns were a bit of a surprise but there would be more of them down the road.

We found our gate and waited with everyone else. About 30 minutes before departure people began to grow restless. Everyone began to congregate around the turn styles. The mass grew larger and larger. There was no order. And then the gates op e n  e  d.

Insight #3 into daily life in China. There are no queues, per say. Some queues are forced upon you by metal bars and poles but other than that...it is a free for all.
I  suddenly felt as if I was back at the Metro in Chicago pushing towards stage when MUSE was about to play their first set. Sadly, Muse was not there to play for us as we walked (OK, at times I had no choice in which direction I headed...it was up to the crowd behind me who were pushing on me.) with the crowd. As any concert going person would know, you always go into the throng with elbows out and shoulders down. Get your center of gravity low and use your backpack, bag, whatever to make yourself bigger.

Finally we broke free onto the platform.

Eleni and Allen on a hard sleeper
Now to find our beds.

I should say that when have a long journey you have four seating options. Hard seat, soft seat, hard sleeper, soft sleeper. We went for the hard sleeper. As you have intuitively guessed the hard seat is most expensive and the soft sleeper the dearest. The difference between hard sleeper and soft is the mattress thickness and whether or not you get a door. In the hard sleeper compartments you share a little cabin with five other people. Three beds hanging off each wall in bunk bed formation. The cabin is open to the aisle, which means that it is also open to all the smoke wafting in from the exhaling passengers.

I'll have to say that the hard sleeper wasn't bad and I would do it again with no worries. Sharing a cabin potluck is not one of those things that bothers me. Just make sure your valuables are under your head and you are good to go.

When traveling, I think it is good to carry a pillow sheet with you at all times. They have som many uses. You can use it as a sack. stuff a jumper or coat inside to make a pillow. Or, in the case we found ourselves, you can put it over the pillows provided if you are not sure of cleanliness. Pillow cases are very useful for sure. I forgot that I had packed mine and ended up wrapping my coat around the pillow, which also works.

The 10:30pm to Dalian
So we found our beds, found the toilet (no paper provided), got comfy and headed out into the night.

I have to say that sleeping in a train is awesome. The rocking motion and clickity clack sound put me to sleep in no time flat. It could have also been to the fact that my body thought it was 3am.

Sometime during the night I woke up and looked out the window into complete darkness. I realized at that point in time I was only a few hours away from North Korea. I felt a bit sad in that moment. Knowing that only a few hours away were millions of people also in darkness, but one much more oppressive than what was outside my window.

2.4.12

China Part 1: Getting There

A sign. Perhaps a welcome?
Saw this right after the cholera poster.
March 1st I set off for China. I headed specifically to Changchun长春, in the Jilin province. My sister, Eleni, and my brother-in-law, Allen, are currently teaching English there. I have never been to China and thought it would be great to visit Eleni and Allen and to also soak up some Chinese culture.
Changchun is pretty far north. The Jilin Province is bordered by Russia, Mongolia and North Korea. I decided to head over at the end of their winter. At times temperatures can reach -40 C in the winter thanks to the Siberian winds whipping about. It was cold while I was there but not painful.

I decided to fly China Southern due to the major price difference between it and other airlines. I had no idea what to expect on the way there. I had a 9 hour flight to Guangzhou and then another 4.5hr flight from Guangzhou to Changchun.

Heading to domestic. 
China Southern, for a budget airline, was fine and I would fly with them again. The food was the normal airplane food. For one breakfast I had the choice of eggs & sausage or rice. I decided to go with the non-Western choice. If you ever have a similar choice try the rice, it was yummy. It comes in two little square packages wrapped in steamed leaves. You are not supposed to eat the leaves. I don't want you to make the same mistake I did. The leaves didn't taste bad but I reckon to the Chinese sitting around me it was like watching someone eat their plate. Not the best of manners.

As soon as I landed in Guangzhou all Western amenities disappeared. I was immediately introduced to the squat toilet and the men's smoking rooms. Everything is in Chinese, obviously. They have graciously left English under most of the airport signs so that you could get yourself from point A to B without too much trouble.

New experience, normal Chinese toilets. Squat toilets. Every now and then you would find a western toilet in a restaurant. Perhaps out of sympathy? Two other things about the toilets. They usually don't provide paper. Make sure you always, always, carry your own. Oh and you don't flush it down, it goes in the rubbish bin. Like that one over there. Their pipes can't handle much paper, it causes problems.

Insight #1 into daily life in China. Carry toilet paper with you at all times and don't flush it down. 

Near the gate that would, after a three hour layover, take me to Changchun was the women's toilet. Next to our space was the men's smoking room. How nice. Smoking is allowed everywhere, you just have to get used to it. I was a bit surprised at all the smoking. I mean surely they have seen all the horror TV commercials and ads educating one on the dangers of the sin stick? Then again maybe not.

You see, I learned a certain phrase while visiting in China.

"One would think, but....."

After traveling for over a day I finally arrived at the Changchun airport. Customs was nothing. They really don't care much about what you bring into their country. Very different from the customs interrogation when arriving in Australia.
I emerge out of the security check with confidence. "Success! I have made it through and didn't get lost. I am ready to explore China!"

I look around and immediately feel very small and out of place. I am the lone blonde female in a airport arrival hall mostly filled with Chinese men.  Stares and more stares....something tells me I don't blend in very well. You see, Changchun is a frontier town (of 7 million that is), kind of wild west. Beijing, Shanghai, they see Westerners quit a bit. Up in the northeast, not so much.

What to do now?

Help!

I look around hoping for some glimpse of red or blonde hair. None. OK, well I guess I will just hang and try to look like I know what I'm doing. No chance. 15 minutes later I see Eleni and Allen. Relief. 

It is a bit unnerving to arrive in a non-English speaking country for the first time. Especially when the language is not even close to yours. I mean this  "hello" & this "bonjour" are similar. My brain goes "yeah, OK different but I am finding some similarities. Come gang we can work with thisHowever this "hello" & "你好", well the brain gets a bit of a shock. I imagined my brain saying "What is this! What in the world am I supposed to do with this? Do you hear me down there? Does not compute!"

2.1.12

Comings and Goings

During the next few months our house is going to be pretty busy with visitors. I had hoped to continue schooling through the summer holiday so that we could be ahead. It doesn't look too promising.

First on the guest list is my sister and brother-in-law coming from China. They are arriving today (hooray!) and will stay with us and the Blackwoods for three weeks.

Next week we have a friend from Ireland moving in with us. He just lost his job and his dwelling so we told him he could move into our guest room. We kind of forgot that we had others coming to stay at the same time. After a two day Ikea run I do believe we have room for everyone. We finally decided to upgrade to a larger table. One that can extend to almost double its size. We have people over all the time and our little 8 seater table was not cutting it. Brandon also retrofitted an old church pew to be used on one side of the table. We call it the 'frankinpew'.  The picture below shows the side of the pew that was attached to the wall. Without the wall and the fact that it is very old, the pew really couldn't hold anyone. So Brandon attached the side of a broken chair we had laying around in the garage to the end. He also adding some other bracing here and there making it nice and sturdy. I think it makes the pew look rather interesting, to say the least.

After Eleni and Allen leave we have a week before friends from the States and their two kids come. They will also be here for a week. We are really looking forward to their visit. It is always fun to show friends and family around the neighborhood and city that we live in.

After our US friends and Irish friend leave we have about a week before Brandon's parents, sister and her husband arrive. They will be staying with us for a little over three weeks. The kids are very excited about half the grandparents coming for a visit. We decided to delay Christmas until they arrive which has only added to the excitement.

About three days before B's dad, sister and husband leave to go back to the States, I will be hopping on a plane and flying to China. This is B's present to me for my 30th b-day. I will be visiting Eleni and Allen for about ten days in Changchun. Brandon's mom said that she could extend her visit and watch the kids for me while I travel around.  I am organizing my plane reading list already :-)

By the time I get back from China we will have about two and a half months before we pack and travel to the States for a five and a half week visit with family and friends. Hopefully during that time we will attend the RP International conference.

We are also planning on shipping the mustang back during this US visit. That will be a post for some other time.

So yeah, I am not sure how much school work we will accomplish over the next 5 months. I suppose we will concentrate on geography. Lots of geography.