Saturday, September 10, 2011

the nations

One of my favorite songs that our home church in Kansas City introduced us to was "You Said" by Hillsong. If you've never heard it, go find it, and give it a listen.

I had missed singing it when we came here, though, so I was surprised when we sang it in chapel last week. There I stood with my sisters and brothers, these who have become great friends, from places like Myanmar, China, Korea, Philippines, India, Russia, and Columbia, asking God for the nations. I don't know about the whole earth yet, but God's glory filled that place.

And there I stood with them--a privilege--declaring that the distant shores and islands would see God's light, which, from where we stood then, included North America as well. Praise God for His goodness, wisdom, and forever faithful love that is speaking to the nations.

Thursday, August 11, 2011

Pictures from our trip to Baguio


This past weekend we went on a trip with some friends to a city in the Philippines called Baguio City. It is located, here:


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We took a lot of pictures which will mostly likely appear on fb, but here are just a few to whet your appetite :)

A Beautifully Foggy Day

Glen and His First Cup of Coffee

"Traditional" Pose
The Market

Dancing the Night Away with the Wii







Monday, July 25, 2011

From an Avacado

Just last week we found an avocado tree and we picked some avocados! For some reason I was very excited about all this. My wife thought I was way too excited--Avocados! (She knows that I'm really allergic to them.) Katie looked at me and smiled, wondering why I was this happy about avocados I could not eat.

For some reason, I think trees have property lines. People own property, and if the tree is in your property, then that tree is yours. If the tree has fruit, then the fruit is yours, but since the tree is not mine, the fruit cannot be mine either, unless I pay for it.

On campus, however, there are so many fruits--coconuts, mangos, avocados... And they are for anyone! Now, you cannot just pick all the fruit for yourself. That would just be selfish. But it is so exciting to pick fruit straight from a tree when walking down the path. Or sometime on a break from class, workers climb the coconut trees and pick the buko to share with anyone who is nearby.

I was so excited about this small avocado that we had in our apartment. In Eden you could just pick a fruit off the tree. We got to thinking--maybe this is what it must have been like there.

I told Katie that if I could paint (which I can't, really), but if I could, one of the paintings I would put together would be like that. In the foreground there is a grove or an orchard with two kids playing in them. One climbing the closest. All their leaves a verdant green, waving like an ocean of life in the wind. And in the background is a warm glow. Maybe it's the sun. Maybe it's not.

The girl is in the tree sitting with the boy. Quite content. Ya' know, a little bit Rockwell. And the girl is looking back over her shoulder with a smile, waving someone up. "Come on up here!" You know how little children are. And you can tell its a person by the way they cast a shadow, but maybe its not a shadow. Maybe its that warm glow from before, and its in the shape of a person. And maybe its God climbing a tree with them.

What a special time that must have been for God. The two kids, Adam and Eve, they had no Daddy but God (or mother for that matter). God was their only teacher. Can you see it? God teaching boy Adam how to name the animals, or how to name math? Teaching girl Eve how to name the sky blue or how to run through fields.

And it got ruined somehow. I asked Katie if she thought God remembered those times--those times with His children Adam and Eve. She thought he did. Maybe God reminisces, catches Himself thinking about them when He's not supposed to be--you know when He's supposed to be busy with work, busy running the Cosmos or something. Catches Himself looking out onto the land out there, at the oceans of trees and feels something small twitch, break.

And then I thought, maybe that's why He's been struggling all these years. He's been pushing, working, chasing to get back there--and not really back there as if all He does is dream after the past. But forging ahead a bright new world where He is once again their creator and they His children. And maybe that's why He struggled for me and for you. He wants to be there, in that place with us. Not really making us children again, but making us His children again.

I think it made sense at that point. Why Jesus marched Himself up a high hill bleeding all over Himself.

That's why He's making His way again, working around the clock. To get His family back. His second firstborn Son has started bringing them all back. And its not over yet :) But now, God has to make room for His grandchildren, and He has to make room for His great grandchildren, and their grandchildren, and their...

And there it will be again, learning from Him, and loving Him. There in groves of green avocado trees with an unfading light.

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Anniversary, Year #3

Today Jeff and I have been married three years. I can honestly say that each time we come around to an anniversary it feels like we have been given a giant blessing. Thank God for each year we have together!

We celebrated by watching a movie on Friday and bringing home a tiramisu cake from a glorious franchise bakery called Red Ribbon. Our friends helped us "appreciate" the cake on Saturday evening. Hooray for year #3!


Tiramisu is an anniversary tradition for Jeff and myself since we brought it home with us the night we got engaged. There's a great story in there about eating on the patio of Buca di Beppo, raindrops just starting as they delivered our dessert. Completely stuffed with pasta, we wrapped it up just in time to run through a DOWNPOUR to our car several blocks away. It was one of those scenes like from a movie where we just couldn't stop laughing as we slipped and splashed around. I was actually sad to see the car in view and said, dripping with sweetness, "You know you have to kiss me before we get in the car, right?" Anyone who knows Jeff can understand why I expected him to just laugh and say, "I don't HAVE to do anything," but he shocked me when he smiled and said, "Yup." Ha! So, completely soaked, we reached the car and made good on that kiss (though seriously, it was like buckets of water being thrown on our heads. kinda hard to even make contact) as he reached in his pocket and pulled out the ring and popped the question. Hehe, I'm just glad that ring didn't wash away.

So the cake isn't the traditional tiramisu we get every year, but it was pretty wonderful all on its own.


And I made Jeff an anniversary card. If you can't tell, Captain America is holding up 3 fingers in honor of our big day. Thanks, Cap!

Thursday, May 26, 2011

It's summer here in the Philippines. That means a couple things: 1) IT'S HOT!! and 2) we finished our first semester here. And just to punctuate our halfway point we were blessed to have the most amazing visit from Jeff's parents and sister Jami during the first week of this month. I'm pretty sure it would be impossible to exaggerate how much we enjoyed spending time with them. We got to show off this place that has been home to us. They slept in our apartment building, explored our campus, went to our church, met a lot of our amazing friends (and ate their amazing cooking), experienced public transportation in all its glorious variety and saw a bit of the city as we fumbled our way through it. But on top of that we got the chance to travel outside the city with them. We hadn't had a chance to do that since we got here. We'd just stuck to the metro, the extent of our travel usually having something to do with immigration. So we set out on a mini vacation to Mindoro. That's where I fell in love. I'd never seen a beach like that. I'd never seen a mountain covered with a palm tree forest. I'd never seen a coral reef. I would love to indulge in a lengthy poeticism about the natural beauty exploding from the place, but instead I will share some pictures. You can find more on my (Katie's) facebook.

ferry ride

Caribou cart ride

skipping rocks on a gorgeous wave

so clear you can see all the rocks

... and even Jami's feet

I've never thought about a dense wood of palm trees.

I have seen sunsets, but they never get old.

That's a really wonderful family (but missed you Belchers!)

Of course the saddest part was not leaving island, not by a long shot. It was so hard to say goodbye to the Anglins! The parting was all muffled up with Jeff having a revisit of his digestion troubles which kept him stuck at home (and me back and forth at the hospital) instead of taking full advantage of our last day together. I was really grief-stricken, but a lot of prayers went up on our behalf that day and Jeff was able to spend some good moments with them afterall. And I got some unexpected quality time with my mother-in-law who volunteered to brave the rain with me and wait around an hour getting test results. (Since then, Jeff has been getting better and better, by the way. We really thank God and believe He heard all the prayers!!)

And then they were gone. It happened right at our 6-month mark. People have told us this is the time it gets really difficult. Maybe less so for us because we know we only plan to stay a year, but we are feeling it. But let me tell you a secret: God didn't leave us without a fall-back for the homesickness. Even that first night our friends were at our apartment, lifting our spirits with the usual Filipino flair. We continue to rely on them a lot! Another unexpected spirit-lifter was a set of videos Robin gave us from a prayer conference. Seems we don't get to wallow too much because we are being challenged to pray (and prayer is not for the lazy). More on that soon!
Love, Katie.

Sunday, April 24, 2011

Believe it or not, those costumed soldiers are about to nail a man up on a cross. Here in the Philippines there is a city called San Fernando; and every year since the 1950's there has been a group here that reenacts the crucifixion of Christ on Good Friday. I got to go and see it two days ago--it was super hot, and I have the sunburn to prove it.

It was a very interesting experience. I went with a professor, Dr. Fletcher Tink, and some of his students. We all noticed how different this crucifixion was to Christ's, but Dr. Tink also noted how similar it must have been. The day was a total spectical. There were vendors constantly walking up to me to ask if I wanted to buy a hat or a drink. After I bought a hat, some came up to ask if I wanted to buy another one. There were police in camo with M-16's standing guard--real ones this time, and I'm not sure why. It seemed rather extreme for scaring away pick-pockets. There were indeed pick pockets there, too. Many people, mostly those who were obviously tourists, came to the registration tent to report that their wallet or camera had gone missing. The news was present, and there was a special area for out of town guests. And after the two Jesus's were nailed to the cross, the people cleared out. Dr. Tink noted that for Jesus' crucifixion, there were soldiers, officials, and probably out-of-towners and messengers as well. He suspected there might have even been vendors.

We talked to a local about the events, and we asked if the actors and those who whipped themselves would still do it if tourists didn't come. He said they probably would. Even still, the event seemed to be a spectacle to me. I know for those who engaged in these forms of penitence, it was very real, and it was an important statement of faith and devotion to them. It still seemed unreal that there could be a salesperson selling Sponge-Bob and Dora the Explora balloons while two men are being nailed to a cross.

I realized that Jesus death was a spectacle when it happened. Only a handful of people present believed in who He really was. Everyone else present treated His death with little regard. His life was without value to them. He was just another nameless face, who would die just another nameless death. All the while, people were probably selling stuff in the background. He was just another nobody who was only worthwhile, because he provided a profitable venue.

One of the musicians that I have discovered later in my young life is Rich Mullins. He wrote one song called, "Man of No Reputation," and the lyrics of the chorus are:

He was a man of no reputation
And by the wise considered a fool
When He spoke about faith and forgiveness
In a time when the strongest arms ruled "

Jesus, you lived and died, and rose again without seeing fame or worldly power. But your kingdom is not of this world, and your fame does not come the praise of humanity. On that day, with only a handful of people knowing what was going on, you were plunged into death, without being consumed, like five men in the fire, who did not even smell like smoke. You went to the land of the dead, and busted down its doors. Your death may have seemed meaningless spectacle at the time, but you have found it pleasing

to proclaim good news to the poor
to proclaim freedom for the prisoners
and recovery of sight for the blind,
to set the oppressed free,
to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor. (Luke 4:18-19)

And you have risen again. In suffering an ignoble death, by lowering yourself to the pitiable level of humans, you have raised us up to the grace of God.

Lord, we thank you for your immeasurable gift, and we pray, teach us to live the love you have given us.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Apartment photos

I know that this has been way too long in coming. These are pictures of our Apt.


The Wardrobe (the item of furniture that single-handedly turns our "single bedroom with stove and sink" into a "single bedroom with KITCHEN")



You see here our counter-top, water jugs, refrigerator and dish shelf. At one point, and I am not making this up, ants were living IN the countertop. We have since had it sprayed and no ants.


Our table, chairs, shelf, and couch. And yes, that wooden panel is where an air conditioner could be, but we are going to persevere through the heat.


This window looks out on the Donald Owens building which used to house the library. Now the library is in the NCEE building.

Tomorrow, more pictures...