from Elliott
I had been looking for some time for a pair of new blue jeans - nothing fancy just basic Levi's. After a couple of months on the lookout wherever I went that had apparel and not finding anything I decided to just wait until I got home over Christmas break. Well that time came and we went to Smith and Davis, the old fashioned small town apparel store near our US home.
There I found exactly what I wanted - right where I thought they would be. I tried a couple of pair on to make sure they would fit my South Africa physique. While doing so, I was surprised to find that the tag inside said "Made in Lesotho"!
After all my searching in retail stores in South Africa the pair I found in the US had traveled 8500 miles from Lesotho to Atlanta for me to just travel the same distance in the opposite direction to South Africa. You see Lesotho is a principality within South Africa and is only about 100 miles from where we live. I wonder if they have a factory store?
Only in our new world order does that make sense!
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Stripes and Plaids
from Elliott
OK I admit I am certainly no fashion plate but I do have a few rules that I follow that minimize significant embarrassment! Like, 'Don't mix stripes, plaids or large patterns' , 'Not much goes with lime green' and 'The less physically fit you are the more loose your clothing should be - the 'Klingons' were not just Star Trek characters!'
As with many things my 'rules' have not necessarily translated well in my new culture. Frequently we see the mixing of stripes and plaids/ patterns and middle aged and older men wearing clothes that might have fit them 20-30 years previous. At first I thought it was limited income that limits clothing choices that individuals have here but I have seen the same fashion infractions across the economic spectrum. Then I thought that perhaps it was maybe the stores have limited merchandise but I have seen similar offerings here in the stores that I am used to elsewhere.
Perhaps it is because, when the culture has so many more pressing issues like hunger, HIV/AIDS, ongoing social strife, poor education, etc. there are simple more important things to concern oneself with than does your top coordinate well with the bottom. I guess the Gospel message would be to concern ourselves with those things that concern God most and with all the brokenness in our world, our fashion sense pales in comparison.
So next time you see me and you are shocked by my appearance, remember that I am simply trying to focus first on Kingdom living!
OK I admit I am certainly no fashion plate but I do have a few rules that I follow that minimize significant embarrassment! Like, 'Don't mix stripes, plaids or large patterns' , 'Not much goes with lime green' and 'The less physically fit you are the more loose your clothing should be - the 'Klingons' were not just Star Trek characters!'
As with many things my 'rules' have not necessarily translated well in my new culture. Frequently we see the mixing of stripes and plaids/ patterns and middle aged and older men wearing clothes that might have fit them 20-30 years previous. At first I thought it was limited income that limits clothing choices that individuals have here but I have seen the same fashion infractions across the economic spectrum. Then I thought that perhaps it was maybe the stores have limited merchandise but I have seen similar offerings here in the stores that I am used to elsewhere.
Perhaps it is because, when the culture has so many more pressing issues like hunger, HIV/AIDS, ongoing social strife, poor education, etc. there are simple more important things to concern oneself with than does your top coordinate well with the bottom. I guess the Gospel message would be to concern ourselves with those things that concern God most and with all the brokenness in our world, our fashion sense pales in comparison.
So next time you see me and you are shocked by my appearance, remember that I am simply trying to focus first on Kingdom living!
Thursday, February 9, 2012
What a Deal!
from Elliott
Had a cavity filled today and when I got the invoice I noticed two things...
1. What a deal - the total was R470 or about $60. Since we don't have dental insurance that is an amazing price.
2. The bill was itemized which was unusual I thought. I liked to see it broken down though. The first line was "Local Anaesthetic R90 (about $13)". That is a no brainer...even made drilling a pleasure. And then, "Infection Control R55 (about $7)" In South Africa, that is essential and a small price to pay for peace of mind for a place that has some different thoughts on communicable disease than back home!
All in all not too bad of a morning but I guess if I had been a better 'brusher' 45 years ago and flossed like I was told I guess I might have been sleeping in that morning instead.
Had a cavity filled today and when I got the invoice I noticed two things...
1. What a deal - the total was R470 or about $60. Since we don't have dental insurance that is an amazing price.
2. The bill was itemized which was unusual I thought. I liked to see it broken down though. The first line was "Local Anaesthetic R90 (about $13)". That is a no brainer...even made drilling a pleasure. And then, "Infection Control R55 (about $7)" In South Africa, that is essential and a small price to pay for peace of mind for a place that has some different thoughts on communicable disease than back home!
All in all not too bad of a morning but I guess if I had been a better 'brusher' 45 years ago and flossed like I was told I guess I might have been sleeping in that morning instead.
Saturday, January 28, 2012
Holding Hands
from Katherine
When we were in America I told many of my friends about my 2 1/2 year old friend Azola. When Azola first came to the Pre School we were the very first white people he had ever seen. He was terrified of us!
One day last month his granny came early to school and I was the only teacher there. I promised her that Azola and I would be fine, took him in my arms and she left. We were not fine! Azola was screaming at the top of his lungs and thrashing about. I needed to start breakfast and help was not on the way. I finally put Azola down and promised he could stay on his side of the room and I would stay on my side. He watched me closely to make sure I stayed where I was supposed to!
This week as we began a new school year, Azola came up and held my hand. My heart sang!
When we were in America I told many of my friends about my 2 1/2 year old friend Azola. When Azola first came to the Pre School we were the very first white people he had ever seen. He was terrified of us!
One day last month his granny came early to school and I was the only teacher there. I promised her that Azola and I would be fine, took him in my arms and she left. We were not fine! Azola was screaming at the top of his lungs and thrashing about. I needed to start breakfast and help was not on the way. I finally put Azola down and promised he could stay on his side of the room and I would stay on my side. He watched me closely to make sure I stayed where I was supposed to!
This week as we began a new school year, Azola came up and held my hand. My heart sang!
Saturday, January 21, 2012
A Mosquito in the Bedroom
from Elliott
I saw a sign in a local shop recently that captured a sense of empowerment that is crucial for those in ministry confronted with what may seem to be insurmountable problems in their area of ministry. It read:
"Do not think that you are too small to make a difference, imagine the power of one mosquito who finds its way into your bedroom at night"
That really spoke to me since we have to open the windows in our flat, especially at night, due to our lack of air conditioning. There is a real trade off in the hot, rainy season with its significant mosquito population - a cooling breeze or minimize the presence of mosquitoes?
But if we think beyond our personal comfort it does suggest that we do not have to be the size of an elephant to create attention or to impact someone else. In fact, that minute mosquito can get our full attention simply by buzzing about our head for a short period of time. Of course, that is negative attention which does not help much in ministry.
It was Helen Keller who said: "I long to accomplish a great and noble task, but it is my chief duty to accomplish humble tasks as though they were great and noble. The world is moved along, not only by the mighty shoves of its heroes, but also by the aggregate of the tiny pushes of each worker."
It seems like in our western culture that we are prone to idolize our heroes and praise them for doing great things. Unfortunately, it ends up being an excuse for the regular folk to accomplish very little or not even make an attempt. After all we are not that powerful...
One thing we have found here is the impact seemingly minor gestures can have. Things like acknowledging the presence of a typically marginalized person while walking down the road, smiling at a child, inquiring genuinely as to the well-being of a widow in your midst and then being willing to hear the answer, offering a person with a heavy load a ride in your vehicle, etc. The list goes on...but it is not just in South Africa it is everywhere and each of us has the power to make a difference. When done with the love of Christ, the impact is immeasurable.
I saw a sign in a local shop recently that captured a sense of empowerment that is crucial for those in ministry confronted with what may seem to be insurmountable problems in their area of ministry. It read:
"Do not think that you are too small to make a difference, imagine the power of one mosquito who finds its way into your bedroom at night"
That really spoke to me since we have to open the windows in our flat, especially at night, due to our lack of air conditioning. There is a real trade off in the hot, rainy season with its significant mosquito population - a cooling breeze or minimize the presence of mosquitoes?
But if we think beyond our personal comfort it does suggest that we do not have to be the size of an elephant to create attention or to impact someone else. In fact, that minute mosquito can get our full attention simply by buzzing about our head for a short period of time. Of course, that is negative attention which does not help much in ministry.
It was Helen Keller who said: "I long to accomplish a great and noble task, but it is my chief duty to accomplish humble tasks as though they were great and noble. The world is moved along, not only by the mighty shoves of its heroes, but also by the aggregate of the tiny pushes of each worker."
It seems like in our western culture that we are prone to idolize our heroes and praise them for doing great things. Unfortunately, it ends up being an excuse for the regular folk to accomplish very little or not even make an attempt. After all we are not that powerful...
One thing we have found here is the impact seemingly minor gestures can have. Things like acknowledging the presence of a typically marginalized person while walking down the road, smiling at a child, inquiring genuinely as to the well-being of a widow in your midst and then being willing to hear the answer, offering a person with a heavy load a ride in your vehicle, etc. The list goes on...but it is not just in South Africa it is everywhere and each of us has the power to make a difference. When done with the love of Christ, the impact is immeasurable.
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Home
from Katherine
We arrived ‘home’ in South Africa after spending five weeks
at ‘home’ in America. We stayed with dear friends and family who promised that
we did not smell like fish after staying with them longer than 4 or 5 days!
I have heard the expression that “home is where you hang
your hat.” Well we have hats in South
Africa to protect us from the sun and we hang them on hooks in our flat when
the sun goes down. Does that make Africa home?
No, I think it is more than hats, its hearts. You see, when
the plane touched down in America; we were excited to see friends and family,
to tell of our ministry experiences over the past year, to show our photographs
of the people and places where we are in ministry and beautiful South Africa.
When we returned to our ‘new’ home in South Africa we were equally
excited to see friends and our ministry team.
Now I know that my heart can have two homes!
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Which Star are You Following?
from Elliott
It was a challenging question posed by our Pastor today. He noted that the Wise Men came from the East and they were astrologers not the good Jewish folk of the area. But somehow God used them to celebrate the birth in Bethlehem. Perhaps, the local folks were not willing to hear God's whisper.
They followed a star to find the manger - representing hope for us Christ followers. It seems today that we have a choice of many stars to follow as we seek our future. So many seem so bright when we first gaze upon them but as we follow them many times they fizzle out or when we get to the destination we find that we were following the wrong one and there is no 'there' there. We must discern the difference between the fleeting and the eternal.
As you gaze into the night sky here in South Africa you can well imagine how one could physically follow a star but at the same time find it difficult to know which one. The stars are brilliant here especially in the rural area where we are. On a clear night there are so many in the sky, they light up the land below as if there was a full moon. As you gaze upon them you can imagine the magnitude of God's universe and the completeness of God's creation. There are literally thousands of them visible - each one different in their location, brightness and their relationship with the others.
God calls us to follow a star. His Word tells us which one to follow, how to pursue it and how to know that you have found your way when you get there.
It was a challenging question posed by our Pastor today. He noted that the Wise Men came from the East and they were astrologers not the good Jewish folk of the area. But somehow God used them to celebrate the birth in Bethlehem. Perhaps, the local folks were not willing to hear God's whisper.
They followed a star to find the manger - representing hope for us Christ followers. It seems today that we have a choice of many stars to follow as we seek our future. So many seem so bright when we first gaze upon them but as we follow them many times they fizzle out or when we get to the destination we find that we were following the wrong one and there is no 'there' there. We must discern the difference between the fleeting and the eternal.
As you gaze into the night sky here in South Africa you can well imagine how one could physically follow a star but at the same time find it difficult to know which one. The stars are brilliant here especially in the rural area where we are. On a clear night there are so many in the sky, they light up the land below as if there was a full moon. As you gaze upon them you can imagine the magnitude of God's universe and the completeness of God's creation. There are literally thousands of them visible - each one different in their location, brightness and their relationship with the others.
God calls us to follow a star. His Word tells us which one to follow, how to pursue it and how to know that you have found your way when you get there.
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