Archive for the ‘Transition’ Category

  • Signs of what’s to come

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    This is definitely a change in tone from my last few entries, but I couldn’t pass this up.

    I was on the city of Pomona website this evening, looking for pictures I might be able to use in my presentation tomorrow, to illustrate the place that will soon be my home.  I visited the “New Resident Information” page, which is mainly some helpful essential info like how to set up a phone line and locate your local public school.  Then down at the bottom is a list of “frequently called numbers”.  Here it is.  I’m not making this up.

    Abandoned shopping cart reporting
    Grafitti removal
    Illegal dumping reporting
    Landlord/tenant disputes
    Weed abatement – vacant lots
    Fire prevention and complaints
    Roaches, rats and vermin
    Sewer main back-up
    Sanitation special pick-up
    Street/alley potholes

    Not exactly the best advertisement for your city, Pomona.  But I guess it’s a tactful way of showing me what I’m getting myself into.  Well, I’ve had “roaches, rats and vermin” in my house and sometimes my bed, slum children writing on my walls with whatever they could get their hands on, mounds of garbage floating on the swamp under my house, for five years.  So here I come.  You don’t scare me.

  • Individualism and submission

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    Okay, here’s one more reverse culture adjustment I’m making.  There’s a sense of entitlement here to do whatever feels right, whatever one wants to do, at any given moment, with no need to weigh the effects of that action on others.  Go with the gut, not with what others might think or feel or suffer as a result.

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    Creative Commons License photo credit: prakhar

    “Don’t listen to him, this is your decision.  Do what YOU want to do.  If he really loved you he’d love you enough to let you follow your own heart.”

    “(enter name of product here)- for whenever the urge strikes.”

    “It’s up to you, you have to choose your own path in life.  I will support whatever decision you make.”

    “Go ahead, pamper yourself– you deserve it.”

    These aren’t direct quotes from anything, but doesn’t it sound familiar?  I keep hearing things like this on TV dramas, commercials, daily conversation, and they seem to go unquestioned.  The values of being true to yourself and independent have some positive elements.  But there seems to be a widely-held ideal that we are only responsible to ourselves, we should listen to and obey every urge or desire we feel, and we should not pay too much attention to requests or desires of others or we may lose ourselves, not be “true to our hearts.”

    Obviously, I’m exaggerating and generalizing some.  But not a whole lot.

    On the other end of the spectrum is Thailand.  (No, literally– I saw a spectrum recently that put America and Thailand on opposite ends of the individualism/collectivism spectrum).  I think that if Thais were to make a list and rank who they believed they are responsible for and to, they would put themselves quite a ways down the list.  Family would be number one, followed by the king (though those two might be switched).  Friends, neighbors, patrons would make the list.  They would likely mention their ancestors, their country and culture, Buddha and the idols they worship.

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    In making decisions, it is rare to hear a Thai talk about what they want to do or their “gut instinct”.  Instead they try to balance the effect of the decision on important people in their lives.  There is a word in Thai that we don’t have in English except as a phrase: “grengjai”, or “to be afraid of imposing on someone.”  I think it’s one of the most commonly-used words in their language:

    “I wanted to, but I was grengjai”

    “No, please, you don’t have to be grengjai.”

    “How rude– he wasn’t grengjai at all.”

    At first glance this can seem much more gracious, much less selfish than the extreme our culture often goes.  But in the extreme, this aspect of collectivism can be pretty ugly, too.  People really can lose themselves and their boundaries.  Relationships stay surface-level because people don’t want to do the uncomfortable work of conflict and reconciliation.  Bitterness grows as people constantly stuff down what they want for what they feel they “should” do.  Unhealthy compromises are made and abuses suffered.  One person is treated unfairly in favor of another of higher status or closer connection.

    Having now lived and adapted to both cultures, I find myself trying to reconcile these extremes.  What in each of these worldviews needs to be redeemed?  What is from God?

    So what I’ve come up with is that the most important thing is that we are responsible to God, first and foremost.  Otherwise I become my own god, or people around me become gods.

    Jesus does teach us to lay down our lives for others, which is something we Americans could learn a bit about from Thais.  But if this is not as a submitted act of worship to him, it becomes idolatry or moralistic duty.

    God also tells us that if we are believers we have the Spirit inside us to guide us, and that sometimes, in obedience to him, we have to do things that are offensive to others.  This comes more naturally to us in the West than those in the East.  But without submission to that Spirit within us, we follow our own broken, diseased, selfish hearts and become our own gods, justifying the destruction we leave in our wake.

    It seems to me that from Scripture, the correct hierarchy of responsibility should be first to God, then to others, and finally to ourselves.  After all, we are supposed to think of others as greater than ourselves.  But sometimes we must be like Mary, sitting at Jesus’ feet rather than helping her sister with the meal preparation, or like Paul, confronting those in authority.  How we relate to others and to our own desires must be submitted to God.

    This challenges me to be more in prayer.  Because the Thai side of me pulls me in one direction (defer to others, don’t assert yourself too much, figure out what will keep the peace) and the American side pulls me the other (listen to yourself, ignore what others think, go your own way).  But when I’m most connected to God I sense that he is guiding me, and I can be counter-cultural, responsible to him, governed by love.  And he is a much better guide than myself or my perception of those around me.

  • Re-entry this time around

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    market friends

    friends from the market I frequent, the day before I left for the States

    I have at least a couple blog posts backlogged in my mind about things that happened in my last few months in Bangkok.  But first I thought I’d jot down some of the random things swirling around in the front of my mind as I transition back to life in America.

    This time, unlike my visit half way through my term, the change feels less shocking.  I think memories of that first reverse culture shock have helped me to be less surprised.  But still, this is a big change.

    I was often over-stimulated in Bangkok, being the crazy, noisy, city full of contradictions that never sleeps or slows down that it is.  But somehow I often feel over-stimulated here in small-town Oregon, too.  In stores, I can’t just scan over items anymore– every product and label is unfamiliar or at least something I haven’t looked at in years.  I forget what items are common and what aren’t (where are the long rows of soy sauce?  single-serving soy milk?  pepsi max?  nescafe packets?)  I don’t know what things are supposed to cost.  And there’s just things for sale now I’ve never heard of (enhanced water??).

    Other times, I’m struck by the vacuum of sound.  The only time I was ever in a silent environment in Bangkok was on a relatively quiet night with my earplugs in.  This is something I longed for there, and don’t get me wrong– it’s nice.  But sometimes it can seem a little, I don’t know, creepy.

    It’s also weird to live in such an isolated bubble from my neighbors.  The people I see or even who come to our house are connected to us in some way other than geographical, for the most part.  It’s strange to leave the neighborhood and come back without greeting people, having a couple little kids grab my hands and walk me home, buying some fried snack being sold by a neighbor along the way.  I miss that.  The independent side of me (and it is a well-developed side) likes the privacy and freedom of this lifestyle, but also feels the loss of that kind of community I’d lived in for five years.

    I’m always cold.  Except when I’m in my bedroom with the space heater on high and many layers of clothes on.

    I never have a sense of what time of day it is because it’s so dark all day long.  Ah, Oregon, I love your beautiful hillsides and colorful leaves, but you sure can be gloomy most of the time.

    Everything is easier about life here.  Hard to believe I got so used to 20 minute walks to the bus stop every morning, breathing in black traffic fumes, sweating all but a couple hours of the day, dodging downpours, switching between languages, struggling to keep food fresh, setting out glue traps for rats, cooking (and eating) on the floor, doing laundry by hand and trying to get it dry in muggy weather…  I kind of like how that has made little things feel like luxuries now.  I feel so spoiled by our washer and dryer, for instance.

    I love the abundance of cheese and good bread here.  I miss newly-harvested Thai jasmine rice.

    The whole “going green” movement started while I was gone, so that’s new– but I like it.  I’m having to get introduced to pretty much all of the TV shows on.  The news on TV is so full of graphic effects that it’s kind of distracting and feels even more like entertainment than it used to.

    I finally caved and bought a pair of those huge sunglasses that somehow became popular while I was gone.  I kind of didn’t believe people were really wearing them until I got here and yep, that’s all they’re selling now.

    It’s weird to eat so many things out of cans or bags or boxes rather than bringing home fresh produce and meat from the nearby street market.

    My parents got a new dog, my house has a whole new kitchen, the church I grew up in has a new fellowship hall, my hometown gained several thousand residents and several new stores and restaurants.  People I remember as kids are now teenagers or adults.  Coming home felt a little like time travel, or waking up after a really long sleep.

    But ahhhhh…. it’s good to be back.  I feel like I can breathe again (literally and figuratively).  There’s space to rest and reflect, I can blend in if I want to, I don’t have to translate or wonder about my grammar, I get to enjoy people and simple pleasures I’ve been away from for so long.  At some point I will start longing for the home I left behind, but for now I’m just enjoying the return to this one.

  • Reflections from Bangkok, September 09

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    Click on the image to read my last newsletter from Bangkok!  Some highlights:

    • Six new believers and a church planted in my slum!
    • The challenges of discipling the urban poor
    • Signs of fruit that will outlast my time here
    • Details about my return to the US
    • Prayer requests and pictures!

  • God’s mysterious timing

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    I won’t lie—though these past couple of weeks have been dominated by joy, I’ve also been somewhat… perplexed.  Frustrated, even.  I mean, could the timing of all this be any less convenient?  What is God thinking?  I don’t at all mean that I could do things better.  There have been too many miracles, too many beautiful orchestrations lately that even in my best-case scenarios I wouldn’t have dared (or been creative enough) to dream up.  So I have to believe that God has SOME reason for this.  It’s just eluding my inferior mind completely.

    I’m leaving in October.  In THREE months.  The last few weeks of that I’ll be completely useless, trying to say goodbyes, tie up loose ends, deciding how and what to pack up or leave behind from my life for the last five years.  And in the midst of this preparing for the end, God brings new life.  Two new believers in one week (maybe five, depending on how you define it) in this place I’ve labored in for so long.  And so little time to nurture them, to lead this house church, to enjoy this new season of harvest I’ve prayed for over the years.

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  • Reflections from Bangkok, May 09

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    Click below to read my most recent newsletter. Some highlights:

    • Women in my slum put together a drug-awareness event for the kids as a result of house meetings
    • New opportunities opening to develop youth in Phothong to be leaders
    • My Buddhist neighbor Yut and I will begin studying Scripture together soon
    • My new role and budget for when I move back to the States in October

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  • Things that will stick with me

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    dsc00465I recently had a visitor ask me the question, “when you leave later this year, what about Thailand will stick with you?  How will you act differently in the States?”

    This is an interesting question, because I know this place has gotten under my skin and into my blood, but while I’m still here it’s sometimes hard to see how I’ve changed.  The Thai in me will stand out most clearly when I’m back in America.  But with a little reflection, here are some of the things about me or habits that I anticipate will seem a bit odd in the States, or will have to work at changing.

    1. My first impulse will be to wai (greet by placing the hands together and bowing the head) whoever picks me up at the airport.
    2. I’ll probably feel slightly offended if someone sits with their feet pointing at me.
    3. I don’t think I’ll be able to wear shoes in the house anymore.
    4. I’ll prefer eating with spoon in the right hand and fork in the left.
    5. I’ll need at least a few meals per week of something spicy over rice.
    6. It will take awhile to get used to paying for things with debit or credit cards rather than cash all the time.
    7. Speaking of money, I’m much more familiar with green 20s, pink 100s, and tan 1,000s than army green 1s, 5s, 10s and 20s.  (In fact, are they still green?  In these same denominations?  It’s seriously been a long time.)
    8. I’ll have to refrain from voicing shock and disgust at how huge serving sizes are, and how long the list of unrecognizable ingredients is on food packages.
    9. I’ll be wearing a sweater when the temperatures are in the 60s, long sleeves in the 70s, and short sleeves only when it’s above 80.  I haven’t worn shorts above my knees in almost 5 years and I think I’d feel naked in them now.
    10. People will probably tell me I smile all the time.
    11. I’ll feel really uncomfortable talking above a whisper on public transportation.
    12. I’ll be thrilled by little things like thick carpet, baked goods, quiet, free press, Pandora (blocked here), American TV shows, clean air, driving a car, English worship services, beef.
    13. It will take me a while before I feel like it’s safe to wear yellow or red again (colors worn by the clashing demonstrators here).
    14. I’ll want to get in on the wrong side of the car and drive in the wrong lane.  I’ll need people to remind me about seat belts for awhile.
    15. As dusk falls I’ll start thinking about lighting a mosquito coil.
    16. The days will feel super short in the winter and super long in the summer.
    17. I’ll have to remind myself that it is NOT okay to ask just anyone their age, salary, or how much they just spent on the groceries they’re carrying.

    I’m sure there will be more to come.  :)

  • The skyline on the horizon

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    I have twice successfully completed the Seattle to Portland Bicycle Classic (STP).  That’s 200 miles in 2 days, folks.  Not for the faint of heart.

    One clear memory I have of the first one I tackled is of the last hill into Portland.  By that point I was over 190 miles down, with only a few to go.  My whole body hurt.  It must have been around 20 hours in the saddle over the past two days by then.  Not to mention I had a bad knee.  Not to mention I was riding with a couple guys who hadn’t trained so we were drafting with me in front, fighting the wind resistance.

    I could see the skyline.  It was torturous that the mostly-flat route would turn on us at this point.  I suddenly felt like my legs were made of lead.  I had to stop.  It was stupid, I knew.  Nobody stops in the middle of an incline, and especially not when you’re only 15 minutes from the finish line!  All the bikers around me were catching a second wind, their adrenaline propelling them up that hill.  But I had to stop and take big gulps of air.  The guys I was with groaned.
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  • My last ______ in Thailand

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    It’s now November.  I leave next October.  So I’m officially in my last year, and I’m now aware that everything that comes around annually is, this time, my “last” time.

    My last Thanksgiving in Thailand is around the corner.

    My last cold season is about to begin.

    We are about to start planning for my last church Christmas party and my last church camp.

    It’s a strange thing to invest deeply in a place, feel at home somewhere and as though you are adopted into a second family, and yet know that you will leave– not just to the neighboring town, but across the ocean.  I will return to visit– I’ll have to– but in a year I will move and make a new place my home.  This will be the family I will communicate with from afar.

    I’ve been here four years and I have one more to go.  Really, a year is a long time.  Particularly now that I’m in full stride, with a good handle on the language and at home in the culture.  But still people keep asking, “how are you feeling to be going home soon?”  “Didn’t it go by so fast?”  “What will you do next?”

    It’s hard to keep a good and healthy balance.  I don’t want to take on the attitude that I’m practically done so I can’t expect much fruit out of the time that’s left.  And yet sometime soon I will need to start planning my transition, handing off my roles, saying my good-byes.  I don’t want to get taken off guard by my departure date, nor do I want to spend a year anticipating it.

    I’m excited for what’s next.  I’ve been invited to help with field administration in Pomona, California, as the assistant to our executive director.  I love the area and the community there, and I’m glad to have a continued role with this organization and mission that I believe in so deeply.  I’m excited to be back in the States where my health is stronger, where my family and friends are closer, where I can begin to plan for further education and the next steps God has.

    And yet this last chapter here is bittersweet.  My teammates who left the field before me went with an expectation of return, and so I feel like the first from our team to be saying a long, final good-bye.  I don’t really know how to do this well.  This city that took so long to warm up to, these people that are at times like a dysfunctional family, have gotten under my skin.  I’ve fallen in love in spite of myself.  And soon I have to move on.

    I guess I wouldn’t have wanted it to be too easy.

  • May, 2007 newsletter

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    Here is my summary of my home assignment, news from the field, and prayer requests.

    3 days until I leave again for Thailand!

    Newsletter May 07 (pdf)

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