Saying "yes" will at times bring a person to the crossroads of fitting in or standing out. A few hours ago, I passed through one such crossroad. Being asked to sing at a university 'open mic night', I questioned within my heart what song to sing. I would love to be able to write that I boldly chose the song days ahead of time and proclaimed to all what I would be singing. The truth is quite different. I tried to think of any and every other song to sing.
On Sunday nigh while C&I met with a small group of couples, one of the men encouraged me to share my heart. I knew the message was not from him. It emboldened me and made me realize I was about to put myself on the line. There would be no question in the minds of students and staff as to where I stand and for whom I stand. The song I knew to sing is one I've sung on many occasions and within many places, including a small village wedding in Syria.
The 'Open Mic Night' began with a 77 year old professor reciting a poem in French and English. His first poem led to a second poem he penned after meeting with Palestinian friends. The Palestinian students cheered as he spoke in Arabic and English. The student erupted in applause for their beloved professor. He was followed by an Egyptian student performing a traditional belly dance. Not kidding. I was terrified that I would have to follow her. A sigh of relief came when a group of boys, led by a Bangladeshi, went up to the mic with guitars to play an original song. Songs by Fairuz, Oasis, The Beetles, and other regional favorites were played throughout the night.
After an hour, I was called up to the mic. Students were cautiously gazing up at me-the new girl. Covered girls were seated next to western girls and young men in thobes stood next to western students in shorts and t-shirts. Now this was a different crowd! After introducing myself, I plunged into the song that has carried me through many moments in life. It starts with the phrase "there is a name I love to hear..." By the chorus, students and staff were quieting down to listen; yet with the name being sung, some turned their heads. Others smiled and encouraged me along. At the close, I bowed to the applause and walked to the back of the room to stand with my colleagues.
My drive home was spent in thankfulness. It was also full of questions as to why I was hesitant in sharing the song of my heart in the first place. It's an easy declaration to make in an atmosphere filled with like-minded friends, but another story in a room packed with those whose minds are at times against my heart beliefs. And yet, He loves us all and spent that which was most precious to Him in order to have a relationship with us. Why would I be afraid to sing for Him? At least no one pulled out a revolver to shoot off a celebratory round--that's what happened after singing this very song at a village wedding in Syria.
Moments for E:
--thankfulness in allowing me to sing
--memory in learning the names and faces of students and staff
--focus and insight as I story to our youth group this Thursday night
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Mid-Term for C
As the temperatures begin to slip into the mid-70's, C is signing off on his mid-terms for students. His scholastic plate remains full as they are scouting out another teacher to join his area of studies. In spite of the extra classes and exams, he continues to connect with his students and fellow teachers. In fact, he is joining the teachers this Saturday for all-day outing. Last week he and another teacher escorted the seniors to one of the local sports television stations. They almost made it for the noon show. Too bad! C was almost on TV!
We are still waiting to hear from his graduate school as to when the first session will officially begin. It looks as if he will have a 10-day evening class in early January.
Thinking of C:
--thankful for the mid-terms being finished and the boys doing well
--endurance mentally and physically as he is teaching a full load
--deepening of friendships with men at work and within the community
We are still waiting to hear from his graduate school as to when the first session will officially begin. It looks as if he will have a 10-day evening class in early January.
Thinking of C:
--thankful for the mid-terms being finished and the boys doing well
--endurance mentally and physically as he is teaching a full load
--deepening of friendships with men at work and within the community
The Fire Warden
The term Fire Warden was unfamiliar to me until today. Being a newbie on the staff, I was nominated as one of our five Fire Wardens. Whenever the university has a fire drill, I'm the one who gets to slip into the ever-so-stylish bright neon orange vest with FIRE WARDEN plastered on the back. My brother-in-law, the safety man, should be so proud. I think this might be my punishment for skipping out on the first fire drill. Come on! The drill began just as I was closing down computers and leaving for the day. As students, faculty and staff filed out the door, I slipped down to my car and out of the car park. Well...no more leaving for me. I'll be at every drill from now and forevermore.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Working 9-5...what a way to make a livin'
The tune from the 80's movie 'Nine to Five' has played in my mind as I have risen early in the morning to prepare for the 8 hour work day. Thankfully, my work environment is a bit more ethical and sane that what D. Parton and L. Tomlin experienced in their hit movie.
Creating a new position and forging my own paths connecting to the main university road creates an environment that can stimulate some and paralyze others. Thankfully, this is not my first position to establish within university life. This particular department has not had administrative assistance in three years and with a growing student, faculty, and staff population, it is greatly needed. My first three days have been filled with the 'get to know you' conversation between myself and dozens of people, of whom I'm desperately trying to remember their names. The confusing, and at times comical, situation I am encountering concerns my first and last name. Unbeknownst to either of us, one of my office-mates began on the same day as me and we share a very similar first name and the exact same last name. At least the other E uses a hyphenated last name to ease some of the confusion--on paper. We are about the same age and wear extremely similar glasses, which brings people to immediately ask if we are sisters or cousins.
C has given more than half of his mid-term tests within the last 3 days. Having 13 sections of class to teach, test, and document takes much more of his time in the evenings and weekends than his previous semesters. The principal has urged him to find another teacher to help in the load and promising prospects have interviewed within the past few weeks. Continue lifting up C as he works the extra hours in and out of the classroom.
Remembering us:
-praising Him for the start of new position at university; ask... remember names/faces of students and staff
-seeking discernment and guidance concerning additional teacher in C's department
-E: preparing to lead music at weekend conference in mid-November held at fellowship
-remembering C's Aunt Juanita; Uncle Chris passed away Sunday, October 26th, we hurt when we cannot be with family during crucial life moments
Creating a new position and forging my own paths connecting to the main university road creates an environment that can stimulate some and paralyze others. Thankfully, this is not my first position to establish within university life. This particular department has not had administrative assistance in three years and with a growing student, faculty, and staff population, it is greatly needed. My first three days have been filled with the 'get to know you' conversation between myself and dozens of people, of whom I'm desperately trying to remember their names. The confusing, and at times comical, situation I am encountering concerns my first and last name. Unbeknownst to either of us, one of my office-mates began on the same day as me and we share a very similar first name and the exact same last name. At least the other E uses a hyphenated last name to ease some of the confusion--on paper. We are about the same age and wear extremely similar glasses, which brings people to immediately ask if we are sisters or cousins.
C has given more than half of his mid-term tests within the last 3 days. Having 13 sections of class to teach, test, and document takes much more of his time in the evenings and weekends than his previous semesters. The principal has urged him to find another teacher to help in the load and promising prospects have interviewed within the past few weeks. Continue lifting up C as he works the extra hours in and out of the classroom.
Remembering us:
-praising Him for the start of new position at university; ask... remember names/faces of students and staff
-seeking discernment and guidance concerning additional teacher in C's department
-E: preparing to lead music at weekend conference in mid-November held at fellowship
-remembering C's Aunt Juanita; Uncle Chris passed away Sunday, October 26th, we hurt when we cannot be with family during crucial life moments
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Home Sweet Home
Summing up my travels through India can be done by giving you two verbal pictures.
The first weekend:
Vibrant expatriate society which moves in and around the culture surrounding it without being completely immersed within it. Like many expat communities, this one is a revolving door with families moving in and out every 2-3 years. The women came from varying backgrounds and nations, yet came together with same focus of enrichment. We loved hearing their stories and sharing with them what we believed Father had sent us to share. We learned much about the international community and their needs. Many ladies "put their spoon down" and moved forward in their personal relationships. We left exhausted, but expectant for what we would encounter in our second weekend.
The second weekend:
52 Indian women came together for a unique time of fellowship, teaching, and exuberant music. WOW! The women came from several of the 26 Indian states, which allowed us to learn about the different states and the issues the women face. We found a vibrance within them that is seen within the lives of those who live with persecution of varying levels. Each has made a costly choice to follow Truth, even though many in their families have not. After learning of their walks and challenges, our 'prepared words' were tossed to the side as we slid to our knees for insight and discernment. It was a beautiful weekend! Stones were cast aside and ladies were willfully being released from heavy burdens.
Our last night in India, we were given an elaborate gift from a family. Fabric was brought into our hotel rooms and choices were made in the afternoon. By evening, we were being dressed by women in the fellowship in the traditional Indian sari. Did you know they wrap 18 feet of material around their bodies? This does not include the little shirt or long skirt worn under the folds of fabric. We were honored to wear our gifts to their evening gathering. Even though I was a bit uncomfortable in the new attire, it was washed away as we all walked into the main hall. Cheers and gasps of delight were heard around the room from the women. They grasped our hands and faces while saying, "Now you are Indian! Now you are one of us!" We took numerous photos at the close of the evening, but oops!...my camera was up in my room.
Thank you for taking time out to read as well as intercede for all of us on our trip. Even though we were only four, our love could not have extended as far as it did without you and many others joining together on our behalf. It is an honor to serve those among the nations and an extreme joy to know I do not walk alone in this pilgrimage. Many blessings to you all!
The first weekend:
Vibrant expatriate society which moves in and around the culture surrounding it without being completely immersed within it. Like many expat communities, this one is a revolving door with families moving in and out every 2-3 years. The women came from varying backgrounds and nations, yet came together with same focus of enrichment. We loved hearing their stories and sharing with them what we believed Father had sent us to share. We learned much about the international community and their needs. Many ladies "put their spoon down" and moved forward in their personal relationships. We left exhausted, but expectant for what we would encounter in our second weekend.
The second weekend:
52 Indian women came together for a unique time of fellowship, teaching, and exuberant music. WOW! The women came from several of the 26 Indian states, which allowed us to learn about the different states and the issues the women face. We found a vibrance within them that is seen within the lives of those who live with persecution of varying levels. Each has made a costly choice to follow Truth, even though many in their families have not. After learning of their walks and challenges, our 'prepared words' were tossed to the side as we slid to our knees for insight and discernment. It was a beautiful weekend! Stones were cast aside and ladies were willfully being released from heavy burdens.
Our last night in India, we were given an elaborate gift from a family. Fabric was brought into our hotel rooms and choices were made in the afternoon. By evening, we were being dressed by women in the fellowship in the traditional Indian sari. Did you know they wrap 18 feet of material around their bodies? This does not include the little shirt or long skirt worn under the folds of fabric. We were honored to wear our gifts to their evening gathering. Even though I was a bit uncomfortable in the new attire, it was washed away as we all walked into the main hall. Cheers and gasps of delight were heard around the room from the women. They grasped our hands and faces while saying, "Now you are Indian! Now you are one of us!" We took numerous photos at the close of the evening, but oops!...my camera was up in my room.
Thank you for taking time out to read as well as intercede for all of us on our trip. Even though we were only four, our love could not have extended as far as it did without you and many others joining together on our behalf. It is an honor to serve those among the nations and an extreme joy to know I do not walk alone in this pilgrimage. Many blessings to you all!
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Let it be a sweet, sweet sound...
It has been difficult to find the time to give you a verbal visual concerning what we experienced last weekend as we met at the 'farm house'. Forty ladies from countries spreading from Brazil, South Korea, Malaysia, Singapore, Australia, Germany, Norway, Great Britain, Egypt, and North America, gathered together in order to seek truth at a deeper level. In our time together, we were challenged through word and song in many different areas. I suppose that each woman attending received something different.
For me, I experienced a song in a way I had never imagined. As I played through a set of music after my time of speaking, I sensed from Father that I was to ask the ladies to sing the last song in their own language. Take a look again at a the nations from which these women came. As we sang through the words sung so many times before, I thought, "this must be what it WILL be like one day for all eternity. All nations gathering unto Him and singing praises in their own tongues." As the 'leader', I typically try to sing along/lead the women. I couldn't. My hands refused to play as my heart lept and my eyes dripped tears of awe. I believe that what He heard that balmy Saturday afternoon was truly a sweet, sweet sound, in His ears.
For me, I experienced a song in a way I had never imagined. As I played through a set of music after my time of speaking, I sensed from Father that I was to ask the ladies to sing the last song in their own language. Take a look again at a the nations from which these women came. As we sang through the words sung so many times before, I thought, "this must be what it WILL be like one day for all eternity. All nations gathering unto Him and singing praises in their own tongues." As the 'leader', I typically try to sing along/lead the women. I couldn't. My hands refused to play as my heart lept and my eyes dripped tears of awe. I believe that what He heard that balmy Saturday afternoon was truly a sweet, sweet sound, in His ears.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
The Camera Tells it All
Our small group of women have made it safely to our final destination. The fellowship has warmly welcomed us into their city and have settled us into our hotel. Our afternoon is free, which means I can download mentally, physically, and otherwise. Even in the midst of an extrememly harried life at times,the Son took time to withdraw to a solitary place.
If you know me very well, then you know that McD's is not what I consider the most healthy and tasty of foods. In fact, I honestly cannot remember the last time I had a lunch or dinner within the land of Ronald MacDonald. Think for a moment of what you know about the Hindu belief system. Meat, that of a cow, is forbidden. Chicken and fish are okay, but most people living here are vegetarians. YIKES! A bit different to this BBQ loving gal from the South!
On our first day of the conference, I had not had much protein, if any, all day. By the time I had finished leading out in song (two times) and helping out in other areas through the day, I was zapped of energy. Plus, our lunch was a vegetarian meal. I was craving meat. Our host needed to do some market shopping before we headed home and dinner was a few hours off. My ONLY recourse was to run into MacDonald's for a chicken sandwich. Sound easy? Not so much.
After standing in line, if you can call it that, I ordered their version of the grilled chicken sandwich MINUS THE GREEN SAUCE. Not sure what the green sauce was at the time, but the picture was not too appetizing. When the cashier told me it would be 5 minutes for the sandwich, I asked why. His reply? "To take off the sauce, mam, is an extra order." Okay, so what IS the green sauce? "Mint chutney." With people pressing against my back to order, I went ahead and took the grilled chicken with mint chutney sandwich. Admittedly, it's not something I will seek out in the future, but if you are ever in need of a quick protein boost while in India, this will do the trick.
Monday, October 20, 2008
Through the windsheild
Driving to and from the conference as well as other events, my camera has done it's best to capture what we have been seeing on the road. Anything from modern SUV's to camel, horse, or donkey carts can been seen on the road at any one time. At times, the mode of transportation is not the shocking scene, it is the fact that we have seen them coming the WRONG WAY in on-coming traffic. Thankfully, we have an amazing driver who has kept his cool, because it is a normal occurance here, and kept us out of harms way.
We are flying down to Mumbai tomorrow. Be thinking of us in our travels. I will write and send more when I can.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
The Beggar and the Cow
It's hard to put into words all of the emotions that have coursed through me since my arrival to India. One of the more difficult issues to grapple with is that of the beggars--especially when it's children. What am I supposed to do when chilren the ages of my youngest neices and nephews press their faces to my windshield at stoplights? How do I keep from breaking down when a little girl is grasping the hem of my shirt and the shirts of the other ladies in our group? The little girl could have been 4 or 5 years old. Yet, to give them money means nothing. Begging is a big time business and any money given to the child would have been taken by the adult, often time a parent, with the child receiving a small pentance of what had been collected throughout a day on the streets.
This picture of the little girl was the first one I took. What a one to remember. She ran straight up to our minivan at a red light and tapped on our window the entire time saying, "Hello! Money! Hello! Money!"
The cows are quite hysterical around here. I liked this one because it looks like he is waiting in line at the corner market. Many more pictures have been taken, but I'll have to wait to post.
Time is running against me and I need to turn in for the night. After two full days of reaching out to others and being completely spent of the spirit, a full-nights rest would be most welcome. Thank you for remembering us. The Father has moved in a mighty and powerful way within many of the women. Thank you for thinking of my knee. It has not hurt one iota since Friday morning. He hears. He answers!
Thursday, October 16, 2008
New Dehli News
Arriving late into the night at the New Dehli international airport, my friends and I were swept away in a minivan to the suburbs surrounding this sprawling city of millions. The sights in the airport made me wish cameras were allowed in secured areas. The man standing in front of us at passport control was something I would imagine from a children's story book. The elderly gentleman had a trimmed beard, baggy pants and shirt (typical of this region), a navy plaid turban wrapped haphazardly around his head, and the most amazing shoes I've ever seen a man wear in public. His feet were made to look enormously long in silvery, sparkly, narrow shoes that extended past the toes and CURLED UP! I couldn't believe it! If I find someone on the streets with those shoes, I WILL take a picture. Maybe I'll buy C a pair to wear around the house!
Even though it was 4:30am when our luggage had 'arrived' and had been loaded into our minivan, the traffic was not sparse. It wasn't crowded, but still more people were traveling about than I had anticipated. Whizzing past us on our left and right on the pot-holed highways were mopeds fixed up like 3-wheeler taxis. It's the gas powered rikshaw (sp?). Our host, Sandie, expressed the dangers of riding in such a 'taxi' because they are known for tipping over. Not to worry, I think my curiousity will be quenched by having my picture taken while standing NEXT to the contraption.
Squeezing into the backseat of our minivan with Shelly, and Diane, I immediately noticed something was very different about this vehicle--the steering wheel was on the RIGHT side of the car. Ahhh...memories of living in Cyprus and my little red Volvo Golf flooded my mind. Didn't think about India having British driving systems, even though they did colonize the land in decades gone by.
We are resting comfortably in a beautiful 2.5 story, split level home with our host family while preparing for our 2-day conference, which begins tomorrow. Sandie's home is surrounded by tall, lush, green trees and a quaint patio/garden is the main attraction in the front of the home. Think I'll spend some time out there as I continue to prepare for the weekend. About 40 ladies from the international community will be joining us on a farm outside the city for 2-days of soaking in the Word, music, and fellowship. I'll be joining them on Sunday as well to lead out in music for their 2 Sunday morning services. Lot's of singing for me!
I'll send stories as I can and try to attach pictures. I admit--I have yet to take one, but will before too long.
By the way, C is home alone during the time I'm away. This is not easy for us, but we believe this is where I am supposed to be. Yes, I did get emotional and teary before leaving last night. I've set him up with meals in the freezer and fridge, but I believe he'll be whipping up his own master pieces. Or, he'll be going deeper with many of his male friends while dining local restaurants while I'm away.
Points to Ponder:
-Thankful for the 4 of us ladies arriving safely for conferences
-Thankful for opportunity/challenge to speak and lead in song
-Ask: C&I will grow stronger even while we are apart
-Ask: healing over my right knee, left side; been in pain since arrival
-Ask: cohesiveness as the 4 of us lead out over the next 2 weekends
Even though it was 4:30am when our luggage had 'arrived' and had been loaded into our minivan, the traffic was not sparse. It wasn't crowded, but still more people were traveling about than I had anticipated. Whizzing past us on our left and right on the pot-holed highways were mopeds fixed up like 3-wheeler taxis. It's the gas powered rikshaw (sp?). Our host, Sandie, expressed the dangers of riding in such a 'taxi' because they are known for tipping over. Not to worry, I think my curiousity will be quenched by having my picture taken while standing NEXT to the contraption.
Squeezing into the backseat of our minivan with Shelly, and Diane, I immediately noticed something was very different about this vehicle--the steering wheel was on the RIGHT side of the car. Ahhh...memories of living in Cyprus and my little red Volvo Golf flooded my mind. Didn't think about India having British driving systems, even though they did colonize the land in decades gone by.
We are resting comfortably in a beautiful 2.5 story, split level home with our host family while preparing for our 2-day conference, which begins tomorrow. Sandie's home is surrounded by tall, lush, green trees and a quaint patio/garden is the main attraction in the front of the home. Think I'll spend some time out there as I continue to prepare for the weekend. About 40 ladies from the international community will be joining us on a farm outside the city for 2-days of soaking in the Word, music, and fellowship. I'll be joining them on Sunday as well to lead out in music for their 2 Sunday morning services. Lot's of singing for me!
I'll send stories as I can and try to attach pictures. I admit--I have yet to take one, but will before too long.
By the way, C is home alone during the time I'm away. This is not easy for us, but we believe this is where I am supposed to be. Yes, I did get emotional and teary before leaving last night. I've set him up with meals in the freezer and fridge, but I believe he'll be whipping up his own master pieces. Or, he'll be going deeper with many of his male friends while dining local restaurants while I'm away.
Points to Ponder:
-Thankful for the 4 of us ladies arriving safely for conferences
-Thankful for opportunity/challenge to speak and lead in song
-Ask: C&I will grow stronger even while we are apart
-Ask: healing over my right knee, left side; been in pain since arrival
-Ask: cohesiveness as the 4 of us lead out over the next 2 weekends
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Pictorial Month in Review
We have had our hearts and minds full this past month. Watching friends pack and move on in their journey causes such heartache, yet we were blessed to have a visitor from the US. During our farewells, hellos, Ramadan events, and Eid holiday, we have not forgotten any of you and cherish all phone calls and email conversations. Attached are pictures from our last month. more coming!
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Land of Night Owls
For those who thrive on late nights and even later mornings, consider moving to our part of the world. Due to the month of fasting...Ramadan, many people have switched their days with nights. It's true. While enjoying chocolate cakes and fruit drinks, I asked my friend Holly if it was difficult to get up just before imsak in order to eat a hearty meal (that's sunrise). During the fasting season, no one is to eat or drink from sun-up to sun-down. Holly's solution? She sleeps through the day and keeps herself awake at night by visiting with friends and family. It would shock me if she were the only one in this region flipping days for nights.
Even if you are a child, bedtimes are pushed back further for you. A major event happens on the 15th evening of Ramadan. Children go to their family homes for a huge celebration where they receive candy and nuts. Arrival time for kids...around 9pm. And this is a school night! From listening to my friend, it's similar to our Halloween in respect to all of the candy and sugar highs children experience. She, like many parents has her children choose their favorite ones captured in the night and then she passes out the 'left-over' candy to the house helpers. (Most locals employ any number of maids, nanny's, cooks, and drivers.)
It doesn't stop there-- C and I were invited to an evening dinner that begins after the last call to prayer. In case you are wondering, the invitation asks us to arrive around 10:30pm--FOR DINNER. We are encouraged to be there before 11pm to have our name in for random prizes. Hello espresso!
And for my final late night example: The Cleaners. I've been searching for a efficient dry cleaners close to our home after a mishap at our former dry cleaners. They returned the clothes to me ironed, but not washed. Hmmm. In defense of the Asian guy working there, it is actually an option on the ticket for you to bring your clean clothes to the 'cleaners' for ironing only. Can you do that in the States? A new dry cleaning business opened up extremely close to our home, so I brought in a basket of clothes. After going through the ticket options, being certain to check dry clean and iron, I asked the Asian man when I should return for the clothes. He said to come back in two days after 10pm. What? I asked if he was open earlier, and they were indeed open at 8pm. But unfortunately, our order will not be ready until after 10pm. I suppose I should be thankful for that pick-up time seeing as they are open until 1am.
What's to come: Besides later evenings and waiting for job information, C&I have been spending time with friends. In less than 2 weeks, our friend 'AK' is flying over for a quick souq shopping tour, multi-cultural dinning experiences, and duning adventure. We are saddened to watch two families moving on to new journeys in life. Yet, we rejoice with them in their obedience and faithfulness to love all peoples. You can be lifting up C as he will be taking on additional classes in October. Soon after his work load increases, I'll be heading off to India with a few ladies in order to spend time with like-minded sisters. I'm hoping my taste buds don't burn off with all of the spicy food.
That's about all going on in the "Land of the Night Owls". And now...a nap before my 10:30pm dinner.
Even if you are a child, bedtimes are pushed back further for you. A major event happens on the 15th evening of Ramadan. Children go to their family homes for a huge celebration where they receive candy and nuts. Arrival time for kids...around 9pm. And this is a school night! From listening to my friend, it's similar to our Halloween in respect to all of the candy and sugar highs children experience. She, like many parents has her children choose their favorite ones captured in the night and then she passes out the 'left-over' candy to the house helpers. (Most locals employ any number of maids, nanny's, cooks, and drivers.)
It doesn't stop there-- C and I were invited to an evening dinner that begins after the last call to prayer. In case you are wondering, the invitation asks us to arrive around 10:30pm--FOR DINNER. We are encouraged to be there before 11pm to have our name in for random prizes. Hello espresso!
And for my final late night example: The Cleaners. I've been searching for a efficient dry cleaners close to our home after a mishap at our former dry cleaners. They returned the clothes to me ironed, but not washed. Hmmm. In defense of the Asian guy working there, it is actually an option on the ticket for you to bring your clean clothes to the 'cleaners' for ironing only. Can you do that in the States? A new dry cleaning business opened up extremely close to our home, so I brought in a basket of clothes. After going through the ticket options, being certain to check dry clean and iron, I asked the Asian man when I should return for the clothes. He said to come back in two days after 10pm. What? I asked if he was open earlier, and they were indeed open at 8pm. But unfortunately, our order will not be ready until after 10pm. I suppose I should be thankful for that pick-up time seeing as they are open until 1am.
What's to come: Besides later evenings and waiting for job information, C&I have been spending time with friends. In less than 2 weeks, our friend 'AK' is flying over for a quick souq shopping tour, multi-cultural dinning experiences, and duning adventure. We are saddened to watch two families moving on to new journeys in life. Yet, we rejoice with them in their obedience and faithfulness to love all peoples. You can be lifting up C as he will be taking on additional classes in October. Soon after his work load increases, I'll be heading off to India with a few ladies in order to spend time with like-minded sisters. I'm hoping my taste buds don't burn off with all of the spicy food.
That's about all going on in the "Land of the Night Owls". And now...a nap before my 10:30pm dinner.
Friday, September 5, 2008
Following the Paper Trail
Have you ever applied for a job that had not yet been created? That's basically what I did last week. But, from what I've been told, paperwork is being processed and I can officially 're-apply' for the new position before the end of this month. After talking with HR on the phone, I am very interested in this newly developed position. So, IF I am offered the position, I anticipate going to work sometime in October. In the meantime, I will continue meeting with girlfriends and planning adventures for our friend AK when she arrives for a quick visit later this month.
Teacher workshops have come to a close and students arrive on Sunday. C has enjoyed reconnecting the old teachers and meeting the new ones. He will be going out for dinner with all male teachers this next week for an Iftar dinner. Iftar is the meal/time which traditionally breaks the daily Ramadan fast. Please be thinking of him as he works to engage the students through interactive learning.
Thank you for your thoughts and messages. We are greatly encouraged by your words directly to us and even more so, for the words spoken on our behalf. Many blessing to you all! ~ C&E
Teacher workshops have come to a close and students arrive on Sunday. C has enjoyed reconnecting the old teachers and meeting the new ones. He will be going out for dinner with all male teachers this next week for an Iftar dinner. Iftar is the meal/time which traditionally breaks the daily Ramadan fast. Please be thinking of him as he works to engage the students through interactive learning.
Thank you for your thoughts and messages. We are greatly encouraged by your words directly to us and even more so, for the words spoken on our behalf. Many blessing to you all! ~ C&E
Thankful for Dates
During the lunar month of Ramadan, millions of muslims around the world will fast from sunrise to sundown. To break their daily fast, they will enjoy fresh dates before going to prayer time within their community. C and I had decided to go to a local grocery store in order to buy dates for our apartment's security/maintenance man after C's work day was done. This wouldn't seem like a big deal to most people, except that C has decided to fast along with his fellow teachers while at work. So by the time I pick him up, he is a bit thirsty to say the least. After picking up the dates and a few other items at the grocery store, we headed outside to our car. Sweat was pouring for every inch of our bodies before we even reached the car. To our dismay, our ears were greeted with only a quick clicking sound when the ignition key was turned. NO! Not the battery!
That very moment, a Land Cruiser pulled next to our vehicle. A local man stepped out and began talking with C. After tinkering under the hood, the man left with a promise to return soon with help. As we sat in the dripping heat, we remarked how nice this man was to help in the heat of the day while he was obviously fasting. He returned, as promised, with jumper cables and successfully brought our car back to life. It was then that C took out our fresh bag of dates and gave them to his new friend as a thank you gift. The man? He is an influential man at a regional broadcasting company. We are blessed to have met him.
That very moment, a Land Cruiser pulled next to our vehicle. A local man stepped out and began talking with C. After tinkering under the hood, the man left with a promise to return soon with help. As we sat in the dripping heat, we remarked how nice this man was to help in the heat of the day while he was obviously fasting. He returned, as promised, with jumper cables and successfully brought our car back to life. It was then that C took out our fresh bag of dates and gave them to his new friend as a thank you gift. The man? He is an influential man at a regional broadcasting company. We are blessed to have met him.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Taking a New Path
It has been just under one year since C&I arrived and began our life together in this country. We love it! Sure, there are days we want to pull our hair out and catch the next plane headed to the US. But, the bottom line is... this is it. This is where we are committing our lives to the rocky soil. Until we sense a different direction for our lives, we will be sweating it out in the 'feels like' 123 heat. Praises for air conditioners!
This summer, C&I began exploring part-time job options for me. Teaching private piano was the direction we were heading when an opening at a local university caught my attention. This would give me an incredible opportunity to be around people from this region on a regular basis and allow me to develop wonderful friendships (or at least this is the hope). My interview is this coming week. If I am offered the job, it may hinder my plans to journey to India with a small group of women this Fall. Obviously, my desire is to be able to do both--work and go to India. Please ask that I would still be able to go to India if I am offered this position.
News on C:
He is soaking up his last weekday off by watching all of the Olympic coverage he can. We just watched a former coach from his academy compete in an event! None of his students were competing in 2008, but there are several hopefuls in a few events for 2012. Watching the Olympics here is not near as entertaining as watching it in the US. Finding a channel that has English commentary has been rare--I caught the Equestrian competition in English--and the sports highlighted in this part of the world are not necessarily ones we follow in the US. And, do you think they are going to highlight US teams as opposed to their own country or region? Not so much. This has got to be the first Olympics since 1984 that I have not watched the Women's Gymnastic competition. How sad!
C will go back to work on Sunday, but will have 2 weeks before the students arrive for classes. He is ready to be back in the classroom and with his friends. As far as we know, he will be teaching 8th, 9th and possibly 10th grade again this year. Be thinking of him as he reunites with faculty and students.
Pondering Points:
-E; Job interview will go well AND that the employer will allow 7 days off for India.
-C; Concentration as he enters the classroom again; fresh ideas for lesson plans.
-E; have not been able to connect with Holly
This summer, C&I began exploring part-time job options for me. Teaching private piano was the direction we were heading when an opening at a local university caught my attention. This would give me an incredible opportunity to be around people from this region on a regular basis and allow me to develop wonderful friendships (or at least this is the hope). My interview is this coming week. If I am offered the job, it may hinder my plans to journey to India with a small group of women this Fall. Obviously, my desire is to be able to do both--work and go to India. Please ask that I would still be able to go to India if I am offered this position.
News on C:
He is soaking up his last weekday off by watching all of the Olympic coverage he can. We just watched a former coach from his academy compete in an event! None of his students were competing in 2008, but there are several hopefuls in a few events for 2012. Watching the Olympics here is not near as entertaining as watching it in the US. Finding a channel that has English commentary has been rare--I caught the Equestrian competition in English--and the sports highlighted in this part of the world are not necessarily ones we follow in the US. And, do you think they are going to highlight US teams as opposed to their own country or region? Not so much. This has got to be the first Olympics since 1984 that I have not watched the Women's Gymnastic competition. How sad!
C will go back to work on Sunday, but will have 2 weeks before the students arrive for classes. He is ready to be back in the classroom and with his friends. As far as we know, he will be teaching 8th, 9th and possibly 10th grade again this year. Be thinking of him as he reunites with faculty and students.
Pondering Points:
-E; Job interview will go well AND that the employer will allow 7 days off for India.
-C; Concentration as he enters the classroom again; fresh ideas for lesson plans.
-E; have not been able to connect with Holly
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Home At Last!
30 days of reuniting with friends and family has left C & I completely worn out. We met with people in homes, restaurants, lake cabins, pools, one CUBE, coffee shops, malls, and in Sam's Wholesale. Thank you to everyone who hosted us, surprised, and took time out to be with us.
Since we arrived earlier this week, our internal time clocks have been playing against the actual time here. I'm not sure when we will get back on track, but I hope it is soon!
Here a few pictures of our time in the States.
Monday, July 28, 2008
Mountain Views
Sitting in a cafe called, "The Chuckwagon", C & I are enjoying Chai shakes while viewing the mountain range outside the huge glass windows. The sky is crystal blue with scattered white 'poofy clouds' providing a magnificent backdrop to the mountain range filled with Aspen, Pine, and other mountainous trees. I would try to name them, but let's be honest. The only reason I know they are Pine and Aspen trees is due to the signs in front of them! We were both surprised in the local Starbuck's to reunite with former friends while trying to order our afternoon treats. This world really is too small!
The weather is amazing and last night's sunset over the mountains was just what the doctor ordered. The perfect viewpoint? Sitting on a porch swing overlooking a lake. C took off early this morning for a bike ride around our R&R spot before we went for a morning walk. The morning was topped off with our favorite BIG breakfast--mega omelette with biscuits and gravy. Guess I'll need to do some extra walking after that morning feast.
My friends and family have joked about my 'schedule' and how planned our summer holiday has been thus far. After visiting 2 states and family and friends on both sides of our families, we are taking 4 days off to do absolutely NOTHING! And I'm in need of nothing right now, due to the constant travel, change of homes and faces. The downfall of wanting to spend vast amounts of time with so many people, is that I oftentimes choose to catch up with their lives rather than hunker down with my Book and journal. I told C that I was craving time in the 50+ year old manicured garden with waterfalls. It's time to reflect, regroup, and be thankful for all He has been teaching me the past few months.
We've taking fun snaps during our travels and will post as soon as they are downloaded.
Points to Praise:
--turned in our rental car in order to borrow my Aunt's truck for the remainder of our time!
--NO flat tires, accidents, thefts, or major wrong turns ( a few diversions here and there)
--the gift of reuniting and strengthening friendships even after being away for 11 months
--the blessing of family that understands our desire and calling to live overseas
--time to relax and prepare for another year of cultivating desert terrain
The weather is amazing and last night's sunset over the mountains was just what the doctor ordered. The perfect viewpoint? Sitting on a porch swing overlooking a lake. C took off early this morning for a bike ride around our R&R spot before we went for a morning walk. The morning was topped off with our favorite BIG breakfast--mega omelette with biscuits and gravy. Guess I'll need to do some extra walking after that morning feast.
My friends and family have joked about my 'schedule' and how planned our summer holiday has been thus far. After visiting 2 states and family and friends on both sides of our families, we are taking 4 days off to do absolutely NOTHING! And I'm in need of nothing right now, due to the constant travel, change of homes and faces. The downfall of wanting to spend vast amounts of time with so many people, is that I oftentimes choose to catch up with their lives rather than hunker down with my Book and journal. I told C that I was craving time in the 50+ year old manicured garden with waterfalls. It's time to reflect, regroup, and be thankful for all He has been teaching me the past few months.
We've taking fun snaps during our travels and will post as soon as they are downloaded.
Points to Praise:
--turned in our rental car in order to borrow my Aunt's truck for the remainder of our time!
--NO flat tires, accidents, thefts, or major wrong turns ( a few diversions here and there)
--the gift of reuniting and strengthening friendships even after being away for 11 months
--the blessing of family that understands our desire and calling to live overseas
--time to relax and prepare for another year of cultivating desert terrain
Monday, July 14, 2008
31 Hours Later
Last night at 11pm, we were met by family and friends at the airport after traveling for 31 hours. They must have truly missed us to have hugged us looking the way we did. C's sister had a full tray of home-baked goodies while my girlfriends were waving a baggie of cooked bacon. Hugs, tears, and laughter were shared as we waited for luggage and headed to vehicles. Our trip took a few more hours than anticipated as our flight to the US was delayed, causing us to miss our connection to our final destination. I'll admit, the tears were silently slipping over my eyes as we waited on Stand-by for two flights. The first was overbooked, but we made the 2nd one. By that point, I had been up for over 24 hours and was simply exhausted.
Thanks for thinking of us as we traveled. Continue asking for our safety as we drive several thousand miles within the next 30 days. We hope that throughout the miles we travel, we will be able to share a cup of coffee and catch up on life with many of you.
Thanks for thinking of us as we traveled. Continue asking for our safety as we drive several thousand miles within the next 30 days. We hope that throughout the miles we travel, we will be able to share a cup of coffee and catch up on life with many of you.
Friday, June 6, 2008
C's Seaside Update
It's been a week since C flew off to Europe for a 2-week intensive sports camp and all the news from the seaside camp is extremely positive. He has been teaching in the mornings and helping out the teams at matches by filming. They are staying at a nice older hotel situated ON the beach. I have to admit that I'm extremely jealous when he calls to tell me about his jogs down the beach and the sunset views over the waves with light breezes and cool 65 degree weather. I'm hearing that with my ears while staring out the window at dust storms and experiencing temps of 110+ degrees. For instance, it's 12:30am and I just checked the internet and our temp is 91...it's 12:30AM!
C has 36 students he is getting to know through class, soccer matches, meal times, a few rounds of bowling, and leisure time. Each time we talk, he tells me about another student or a coach that he has spent time with during the day. I would have to say by listening to him that he is doing what he loves to do--investing. They have had 3 matches against local teams so far with their 4th one this evening. When he is not digging deeper with students or coaches, he is fine tuning his curriculum for the upcoming year. He and his coordinating teacher are working hard to have all of their material updated and work books printed by the end of June.
You can be thinking of him tomorrow morning he tries surfing for the first time. He and one of the coaches are on the lookout for some wet-suits and will borrow a board or two for their manly adventure. I hope someone will snap a few shots and send them my way!
As for me, I've been keeping busy with friends, work-outs, a new storying group, and odd jobs around the house. My favorite time would have to be the storying group. I haven't been apart of one since moving here, and loved our first study time together. Out of the seven us, two ladies do not have English as a first language. But you would never know it! They both speak English fluently and most of the time I forget that English is not their first language. At one point during the study I made the comment, "it was such a bad day that all I wanted was a double date with Ben& Jerry". The American ladies all chuckled while nodding their heads while my German and South African friends just stared at me. Then it hit me...I had referred to something that they were not familiar with. I hate it when I do that! It makes others feel so awkward and out of place, which was not my intention at all. I quickly explained who/what Ben&Jerry's and they laughed with the others.
Something to think about:
C--teaching will continue to go well at camp; learn ALL the names/faces of students; cultivate solid foundations for friendships with the coaches and team guides; bring him home safely to me on the 13th of June
E--sleep through the night; thankful for time with Holly; insight for storying group;
C has 36 students he is getting to know through class, soccer matches, meal times, a few rounds of bowling, and leisure time. Each time we talk, he tells me about another student or a coach that he has spent time with during the day. I would have to say by listening to him that he is doing what he loves to do--investing. They have had 3 matches against local teams so far with their 4th one this evening. When he is not digging deeper with students or coaches, he is fine tuning his curriculum for the upcoming year. He and his coordinating teacher are working hard to have all of their material updated and work books printed by the end of June.
You can be thinking of him tomorrow morning he tries surfing for the first time. He and one of the coaches are on the lookout for some wet-suits and will borrow a board or two for their manly adventure. I hope someone will snap a few shots and send them my way!
As for me, I've been keeping busy with friends, work-outs, a new storying group, and odd jobs around the house. My favorite time would have to be the storying group. I haven't been apart of one since moving here, and loved our first study time together. Out of the seven us, two ladies do not have English as a first language. But you would never know it! They both speak English fluently and most of the time I forget that English is not their first language. At one point during the study I made the comment, "it was such a bad day that all I wanted was a double date with Ben& Jerry". The American ladies all chuckled while nodding their heads while my German and South African friends just stared at me. Then it hit me...I had referred to something that they were not familiar with. I hate it when I do that! It makes others feel so awkward and out of place, which was not my intention at all. I quickly explained who/what Ben&Jerry's and they laughed with the others.
Something to think about:
C--teaching will continue to go well at camp; learn ALL the names/faces of students; cultivate solid foundations for friendships with the coaches and team guides; bring him home safely to me on the 13th of June
E--sleep through the night; thankful for time with Holly; insight for storying group;
The Friendship Dance
Last night was a turning point for my friendship with Holly. Although a friend and I have been meeting with her weekly for over three months, we were still treated with a bit of curious caution by her sisters and other female relatives. Several months ago, when we attended the engagement party of her cousin, my friend and I sat alone at a huge round table as if we had a neon sign pointing to our table blinking the word "OUTSIDERS!" Not last night. No, we were graced with Holly's cousin, Naomi, who welcomed us into their world. She has spent much time abroad and was looking forward to an evening fielding our questions and exercising her excellent English skills.
We were cordially welcomed by Holly's family with hello's and the kiss on the cheek. But we were still being held at arms length emotionally after the formalities were completed. Which was okay, because we realize that building friends with Arab women is just that--BUILDING. It takes much more time and patience than in the West because they are accustomed to only having female family members as friends. They typically don't move away from home, so the families are extremely large and very well connected. Whereas, in the West, frequent moving within families causes people to look outside of the family circle for friends.
One thing I noticed right off, was that many of women were choosing to wear their abayas even when others were showing off their new formal wear. Naomi told me that friends of the family or distant relatives do not take off their abayas. It was only those within the wedding party who had the option of not wearing the abaya. Ooops! Another cultural faux paux for me! Oh well--it's not like I had an abaya hanging in the car, and neither did my friend. So, we were the 2 western odd-ball women with no wedding gift and no abaya. Strike TWO for the evening in building a bridge with Holly's immediate family members.
But did I allow the ball to pass the plate a third time without swinging all the way through? No way! I looked at that cultural ball dead on and said, "Bring it!" I swung and hit a home run into the hearts of her family. How, you ask? Dancing. I know. Many of you are probably thinking you have seen me dance and it's nothing to brag about nor something you'd want to see again. At an Arab wedding parties (no matter what stage) only the immediate family members are invited to dance during the evening. All other ladies sit around the dance floor clapping to the beat and throwing money onto the dancers. I asked Holly when she was going to dance and she told me that it was not really her thing and would wait until late in the night to get onto the dance floor.
Now the dance floor is never overly crowded, even though there are nearly 100 women in attendance at this party. It seemed like an intricate social signal as to who was to dance when and with which group. There were even a few older Bedouin style songs played during the evening. The older ladies would cover their face with a veil and then sway back and forth to the music while the younger ones clapped for them. Not one Top 40 hit came on during the night. It was all Arab pop music and all VERY loud.
During the evening, my friend and I would smile and say our hello's again to Holly's sisters and mom. But there was never anything beyond the head nod or a polite smile. That all changed around midnight when Holly got us onto the dance floor. Now picture a large square dance floor with fancy wing-back chairs surrounding three of the sides. The bridal party, and the groom's family were all seated around the dance floor ready to see what we would do. I looked at my friend who was blushing beat red and mouthed to me, "this is my worst nightmare come true!" What else could we do, but dance? The music was unfamiliar and the moves even more awkward, but as soon as we got into it, they all started clapping for us and several girls joined us. I was so relieved! Even the bride was clapping and encouraged us to dance a second song. What was I thinking?! I was so not prepared for this! But, it was hysterically fun and we were 100% entertaining to these women who had probably never seen American women dancing except for on "Dancing with the Stars."
At the end of the second song, we bid our adieu to the ladies and began to leave the dance floor. Our ears were flooded with cheers and suddenly Holly's sister's were up hugging our necks and kissing our cheeks. From that moment on, we were accepted. We were no longer the 'outsiders' with whom they studied with cautious curiousity. Now we were the women who had abandoned our cultural comfort zone in order to reach into theirs and we grasped their hearts in the process. Her mother even smiled and gave us warm hugs as we left the party near 1am.
We've already been invited to another wedding scheduled for the end of this month. Maybe I should take some Arabic dancing lessons before venturing out onto the dance floor again. Naw...why ruin a good thing?
We were cordially welcomed by Holly's family with hello's and the kiss on the cheek. But we were still being held at arms length emotionally after the formalities were completed. Which was okay, because we realize that building friends with Arab women is just that--BUILDING. It takes much more time and patience than in the West because they are accustomed to only having female family members as friends. They typically don't move away from home, so the families are extremely large and very well connected. Whereas, in the West, frequent moving within families causes people to look outside of the family circle for friends.
One thing I noticed right off, was that many of women were choosing to wear their abayas even when others were showing off their new formal wear. Naomi told me that friends of the family or distant relatives do not take off their abayas. It was only those within the wedding party who had the option of not wearing the abaya. Ooops! Another cultural faux paux for me! Oh well--it's not like I had an abaya hanging in the car, and neither did my friend. So, we were the 2 western odd-ball women with no wedding gift and no abaya. Strike TWO for the evening in building a bridge with Holly's immediate family members.
But did I allow the ball to pass the plate a third time without swinging all the way through? No way! I looked at that cultural ball dead on and said, "Bring it!" I swung and hit a home run into the hearts of her family. How, you ask? Dancing. I know. Many of you are probably thinking you have seen me dance and it's nothing to brag about nor something you'd want to see again. At an Arab wedding parties (no matter what stage) only the immediate family members are invited to dance during the evening. All other ladies sit around the dance floor clapping to the beat and throwing money onto the dancers. I asked Holly when she was going to dance and she told me that it was not really her thing and would wait until late in the night to get onto the dance floor.
Now the dance floor is never overly crowded, even though there are nearly 100 women in attendance at this party. It seemed like an intricate social signal as to who was to dance when and with which group. There were even a few older Bedouin style songs played during the evening. The older ladies would cover their face with a veil and then sway back and forth to the music while the younger ones clapped for them. Not one Top 40 hit came on during the night. It was all Arab pop music and all VERY loud.
During the evening, my friend and I would smile and say our hello's again to Holly's sisters and mom. But there was never anything beyond the head nod or a polite smile. That all changed around midnight when Holly got us onto the dance floor. Now picture a large square dance floor with fancy wing-back chairs surrounding three of the sides. The bridal party, and the groom's family were all seated around the dance floor ready to see what we would do. I looked at my friend who was blushing beat red and mouthed to me, "this is my worst nightmare come true!" What else could we do, but dance? The music was unfamiliar and the moves even more awkward, but as soon as we got into it, they all started clapping for us and several girls joined us. I was so relieved! Even the bride was clapping and encouraged us to dance a second song. What was I thinking?! I was so not prepared for this! But, it was hysterically fun and we were 100% entertaining to these women who had probably never seen American women dancing except for on "Dancing with the Stars."
At the end of the second song, we bid our adieu to the ladies and began to leave the dance floor. Our ears were flooded with cheers and suddenly Holly's sister's were up hugging our necks and kissing our cheeks. From that moment on, we were accepted. We were no longer the 'outsiders' with whom they studied with cautious curiousity. Now we were the women who had abandoned our cultural comfort zone in order to reach into theirs and we grasped their hearts in the process. Her mother even smiled and gave us warm hugs as we left the party near 1am.
We've already been invited to another wedding scheduled for the end of this month. Maybe I should take some Arabic dancing lessons before venturing out onto the dance floor again. Naw...why ruin a good thing?
Lessons from the Match Maker
My friend and I were invited this week to our second formal event with Holly's family. We thought it was the wedding of one of her siblings, but it was actually the 'gift party' which happens several weeks after a wedding. Of course we didn't learn this until we had arrived at the 5-star hotel ballroom empty handed of any type of 'gift'. Our saving grace was Holly's cousin, Naomi*, who elected to sit with the only 2 western women in attendance (that would be me and my friend) and answer our plethora of cultural questions.
Naomi explained the four major parties within an Arab marriage arrangement. I must say she was the expert because she is known amongst her family and friends as the "Match Maker". Naomi explained that the first step is for a man to scout the friends and family (extremely common here) circles to select the bride of his choice. Once both families have agreed and the bride price has been paid of up to $55,000 USD, the four stages go into full swing. The first is the formal engagement party where the man arrives at an hour unknown to present his bride to be with precious jewels. This generally takes place in a large family home, but can be an elaborate affair in a hotel or marriage hall. The second is the henna party. This is only for the sisters, moms, cousins, aunts, and possibly a few extremely close friends of the bride. The confusing part of this one for me was that you don't have henna done at the party. You are supposed to arrive with intricate henna designs already tattooed on your body. After enjoying a nice meal together and wishing the bride well, the guests all receive a gift of henna.
The third event in this process is the wedding. The men will meet in one location enjoying lamb and all the trimmings, smoking shisha, and dancing to almost unbearably loud arabic music. And the women will meet in another location enjoying a full meal, dancing to arabic music, while anxiously awaiting for the groom to arrive at an unknown hour. Wedding celebrations typically begin around 9pm with the groom arriving sometime around midnight. Once he arrives and takes his bride away, the marriage ceremony is over. But don't be fooled. The dancing goes on into the wee hours of the morning.
Several weeks after the wedding, the groom's family will host the final stage in the marriage saga--the gift party. This is where you are to come to shower the bride with gifts for her to take into her marriage. Now this is not like an American wedding shower by any stretch of the imagination. Had I been told it was a 'gift party', I would have shown up with a skillet or a the token toaster only to embarrass myself and Holly. Naomi explained that you are to bring gifts of GOLD to the bride. Somehow a toaster would have seemed a bit out of place set next to precious jems and gold jewelry.
Naomi was a wealth of information as she shared about her own life experience of getting married at the age of 12. "Love had nothing to do with the decision," she told us. "Love only comes after you are married." She was chosen by her 1st cousin when he graduated from University and she had just completed the 5th grade. She was married before 6th grade began, but waited nearly 10 years before having children in order to finish high school and University. They have been married for over 30 years and have four teenage daughters. I asked her if she could imagine having one of her daughters married at the age of 12. Her reply? "Absolutely not! Their education is more important than marriage. The can be married only after finishing University."
*Naomi: name changed
Naomi explained the four major parties within an Arab marriage arrangement. I must say she was the expert because she is known amongst her family and friends as the "Match Maker". Naomi explained that the first step is for a man to scout the friends and family (extremely common here) circles to select the bride of his choice. Once both families have agreed and the bride price has been paid of up to $55,000 USD, the four stages go into full swing. The first is the formal engagement party where the man arrives at an hour unknown to present his bride to be with precious jewels. This generally takes place in a large family home, but can be an elaborate affair in a hotel or marriage hall. The second is the henna party. This is only for the sisters, moms, cousins, aunts, and possibly a few extremely close friends of the bride. The confusing part of this one for me was that you don't have henna done at the party. You are supposed to arrive with intricate henna designs already tattooed on your body. After enjoying a nice meal together and wishing the bride well, the guests all receive a gift of henna.
The third event in this process is the wedding. The men will meet in one location enjoying lamb and all the trimmings, smoking shisha, and dancing to almost unbearably loud arabic music. And the women will meet in another location enjoying a full meal, dancing to arabic music, while anxiously awaiting for the groom to arrive at an unknown hour. Wedding celebrations typically begin around 9pm with the groom arriving sometime around midnight. Once he arrives and takes his bride away, the marriage ceremony is over. But don't be fooled. The dancing goes on into the wee hours of the morning.
Several weeks after the wedding, the groom's family will host the final stage in the marriage saga--the gift party. This is where you are to come to shower the bride with gifts for her to take into her marriage. Now this is not like an American wedding shower by any stretch of the imagination. Had I been told it was a 'gift party', I would have shown up with a skillet or a the token toaster only to embarrass myself and Holly. Naomi explained that you are to bring gifts of GOLD to the bride. Somehow a toaster would have seemed a bit out of place set next to precious jems and gold jewelry.
Naomi was a wealth of information as she shared about her own life experience of getting married at the age of 12. "Love had nothing to do with the decision," she told us. "Love only comes after you are married." She was chosen by her 1st cousin when he graduated from University and she had just completed the 5th grade. She was married before 6th grade began, but waited nearly 10 years before having children in order to finish high school and University. They have been married for over 30 years and have four teenage daughters. I asked her if she could imagine having one of her daughters married at the age of 12. Her reply? "Absolutely not! Their education is more important than marriage. The can be married only after finishing University."
*Naomi: name changed
Friday, May 30, 2008
One Year...and counting!
On May 26th, C and I celebrated our ONE YEAR wedding anniversary. It was a wonderful day to reflect on the many life changes we have experienced in the past 12 months. We rejoice in all the Father has allowed us to experience in this past year and look forward to what He has for us in the many, many years to come. Thank you for your thoughts as we continue to learn what it means to truly serve, love, and respect one another as husband and wife.
About 2 hours ago, I dropped C off at the airport for his 2-week European adventure. He will be traveling with 39 incoming 7th graders to Western Europe for an intense soccer camp. His teaching times will only occupy him for an hour each day, so he will have plenty of time to find me an awesome gift. Just kidding! We are asking the Father that he will be able to dive deep into conversation with the new students as well as coaches, team guides, and the other teacher participating in the camp. To be honest, I'm jealously excited for him. Traveling as a team is an incredible way to have immediate connection with people, no matter the cultural or language barriers.
While he is investing in the lives of students abroad, I'll continue digging deeper into my friendships here at home. My friend Holly and I continue to meet on a weekly basis. What a gift she has been! An open door to friendship as well as an inside look into Arab culture and customs. We have very open discussions about family, education, current events, and life goals. Unlike most women in her family and friend circles, she is working on her Master's Degree. Many males in her family disagree with her desire for further education, but her husband is 100% supportive of her decision. Holly only knows of one other lady within her immediate social circle that has a Master's Degree. I encouraged her by sharing about several of my girlfriends who have Master's Degrees and continue to have a healthy marriage. Holly has to travel once a month for classes and has made mention of inviting me along for the weekend getaway. Now that would be a trip! (pun intended)
Besides Holly, I've made several friends through our local fellowship. Now that our Spring study sessions have completed, I've invited several ladies to our home for a wee bit of Chronological storying. This should keep my mind focused during C's travels. I also just received a text (at 12:15AM) from a new South American friend. Meeting and developing friendships with ladies from South America is not something I had anticipated in moving to the Middle East. I knew I should have paid more attention in Spanish class! There are surprisingly many families from South America residing here--think it has something to do with the OIL?? Not only that, but several instructors at the ladies gym where I'm a member, moved here from Spain or South America. No wonder the Latin Combo Aerobics class is such a challenge. This week I'll be connecting 2 South American ladies from the same country together as well as helping a Mexican lady find an English tutor for her daughter.
Thoughtful thoughts:
--THANK Him providing so much for us this year
--for C: rest while away; strength and patience in being with 39 7th grade boys; immediate obedience in whatever Father asks of him within these 2 weeks; joy in serving
--for E: dedication and discipline in preparing 3 stories; open eyes and ears to what the Father will teach me in the next 2 weeks; immediate obedience in whatever the Father asks of me; focus time to write
--for us: use our time apart to strengthen our marriage and our resolve to love and serve within the Middle East
Special Note: We will be returning to the US for 30 days in late summer. We would love to connect with as many of you as possible while we are in your area. Our families know a sketchy schedule of our travel plans and can fill you in when/if we will travel through your city.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Flat Stanley's Visit
I admit that I hesitate in posting these pics for the one reason that I really, really, really, do not need another Flat Stanley arriving in our mailbox. Although it was amusing and at times adventurous to bring the little guy around with us for a few weeks, it's not something we are up to do again. Therefore, if you are a 3rd or 4th grade teacher and need a good Flat Stanley story, feel free to copy, and paste these pics from our city all you want. We are glad we could help out the elementary school in Oklahoma for this project. Hope you kids enjoy!
From Flat to family and friends:
"Hi ya'll! I made it from Oklahoma over to the Middle East without losing any luggage! C & E picked me up and took me to their nice home in the heart of the city where they live. It's awesome to see the blue, blue water here. I think all of the water I see in Oklahoma is kinda brown.
Here's some of the places I've traveled to while being here:
--the camel and sheep souq ('souq' is kinda like a big outside market)
--the main downtown souq
--a work camp
--a local fellowship
--the corniche (not sure what that word means--but it was a super cool water front in the downtown area)
--an Arabic restaurant
Here's some things I've learned that you all should know:
--It's already hot here--hotter than home. I think E told me it was going to be 105 on Sunday. It's only May! Even though it may sprinkle a few minutes in April and May, most rain falls from late December until the end of January.
--I don't have many pictures of women, because most women will not allow me to take a picture with them.
--Although people live in homes and apartments in the city, there are some people that create huge camp grounds in the deserts for weekend getaways.
--All of my favorite fast food places are here! Even Dairy Queen--great land to sell "Blizzard's" in! I guess E doesn't like McDonald's, KFC, Burger King, Krispy Kreme, or Hardee's. The only place she took me out to eat was a way cool Arabic restaurant. They have short tables with huge soft cushions around the tables. I got to run around on the cushion with Eli while we waited for our shish tawook (yummy chicken kebab) to arrive. A curtain separated us from the other people eating so we didn't bother other people. It was like having our own little play room. No chicken burgers here kids! They had some sort of chick pea dip (hummus); eggplant dip (m'tabbl); and a green salad with red stuff on it (fattoush with sumac). I wasn't sure I'd like it, but they brought out 2 baskets of hot fresh bread for dipping into the hummus and mtabbl. E and her friend didn't order me a soft drink. Nope. It was a treat to get one of the local fruit drinks. E likes the lemon with mint, while little Eli (my new friend from Arkansas!) likes the mixed fruit drink. They told me that more people order fruit drinks than soft drinks at some places. WOW! That's really different from where I live. What I really liked about eating out was that most people eat with their hands. Boy--won't Mom and Dad be surprised when I tell them that some people really don't use forks, knives, and spoons with their meals.
--In homes, many local people do not use traditional couches, like we do. They have these huge cushions set around the room and a nice rug in the middle of the floor. I had to take off my shoes before going into the rooms, because I didn't want to dirty up the nice carpet. The seating on the floor is called "majliss. Not quite sure how to spell that one. It wasn't on my 4th grade spelling list.
--Buying and selling livestock is done on the outskirts of town. E and Eli's mom took us out there for pictures. It smelled like the rodeos back home, but I've never seen a camel at any of our rodeos! This camel was not very happy about us coming into the cage with him. Check out the picture. Thankfully, E can run quickly because the camel jumped up super quick after our last picture and headed towards us. We were sure thankful to be out of there!
--E plays the piano about once a month for a large group of people while they sing songs. It was so much fun to see people from all over the world come into the same place to sing together. A met a new friend, Serena, from Europe. She likes to sit at the piano with E while she plays.
--I didn't get to go to a local school, but don't worry, we are not the only ones having homework in the world. Kids here go to school just like we do. They work on math, science, languages (Arabic, English, Hindi, Urdu, French, German, Spanish, Farsi, etc). Many schools start at 7am and finish at 1pm or 2pm. Mr. C works at special sports academy where all the boys are exceptional athletes. His students arrive before 7am 4 mornings a week to practice their sport. They even stay 2 hours after school 4 days a week to practice again. Some of his students hope to compete in the upcoming Olympics. They are really cool!
--My favorite night was going out to the camp to pass out cookies and treats to workers. These men were very thankful for our gifts and they even took a couple of photos with me. I hope I remember them for a long, long time.
--This city has an awesome waterfront. Eli and I got to go down there for a few pictures before nap time. Sometimes the city will hold boat races for FREE so that everyone can watch. We didn't get to see one this time.
--I tried a new snack here, only because, Mrs. Pam, my teacher back home told me to. Lots of people here eat dates. I thought it was going to be yucky at first, but they are really good. While we were at the souq, they had an entire row of shops just for dates! We bought dates that came from Saudi Arabia. Check out my picture with the man in the 'thobe'. That's the traditional white garment that men wear here. They didn't have one my size or else I would have bought one. Although, I did see many young boys wearing them while we drove around town. The dates? They were delicious! I hope I can get some back to you Mrs. Pam!
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