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...

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Balot/Balut

Yes, we ate it. If you do not know what it is, just wikipedia "balut (egg)".


Our Filipino friends say it is a night-time food. I think that's so you don't have to see it when you eat it. We had the 13 day old eggs. These are the younger eggs. The chick isn't as developed. Some of the pictures of balut on google show the more mature eggs that you can get. Ours did not have feathers and beaks so it was not too bad.

As for the taste, it was really a lot like a hard boiled egg. This makes sense, because they boil the egg. We ate them with salt and vinegar. Katie thought the inside tasted like chicken soup.

After my first try, I remain unsure. I will have to give it another go to make a decision one way or another.

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Why are we here?

So now it's my turn to contribute a blog entry. There are at least a hundred things we've experienced in the last few weeks that could serve as material, but I think I'd like to start with trying to answer the question, "Why are we here?"

It's funny, because all through the stress of getting here, Jeff and I kept prepping ourselves for that question. We knew we'd face it in the moments Manila didn't feel like home. We had a variety of different answers stored up:

...to learn and experience another culture together for a whole year (in case you never received the memo, we want to do missions).
...to take classes in a non-western context.
...to have our first experience abroad be one in which we listen and learn rather than lead or direct (I personally like that one a lot. Oliver, don't you think that raises our Cultural Intelligence?).

But I've got to tell you... ever since we got here, my mission has been of one driving, single-minded purpose: ...to get acclimated.

Adjustment is the name of the game. I keep telling Jeff it will be better when we start to feel comfortable in our own room, for starters. and so we've been to the nearby shopping mall almost everyday buying cleaning supplies, a mirror, hangers, linens, kitchen stuff, you name it... And we've scrubbed and swept, arranged furniture, unpacked. I set my darling Richard on the end table to welcome visitors. Sure enough, in spite of heat and the critters and the one million unknowns, it is starting to look and feel somewhat like home.


So I was a little flustered the other day as I was preparing for a Bible placement exam I probably didn't really have to take. The study guide recommended re-familiarizing myself with the Hebrews 11 Super-Bible-Star FAITH CHAPTER (I hope you read those last two words with reverb because that's how I wrote them). Don't get me wrong, this is an undoubtedly wonderful chapter, but please, if you will, re-live the gut-punch with me.

"By faith Abraham... made his home in the promised land like a stranger in a a foreign country; he lived in tents... For he was looking forward to the city with foundations, whose architect and builder is God... [Abraham and others] admitted that they were aliens and strangers on earth. People who say such things show that they are looking for a country of their own. If they had been thinking of the country they had left, they would have had opportunity to return. Instead they were longing for a better country -a heavenly one. Therefore God is not ashamed to be called their God, for he has prepared a city for them."

Did you feel the collapsing of my all-consuming goal to "feel at home"? I wasn't so surprised after thinking about it a little more. Since when has getting comfortable ever been on the same plane with seeking the Kingdom of God? Well, it may be Christianity 101, but it is not easy. Here's to a new goal that requires a lifetime of "living by faith." Lord help me.

Katie