EVERYONE IS INVITED

 

Amanda, Jes, Bobbi, Heather, and John in South Pacific photo by Chris

Flyaway in Mexico photo by fellow cruiser

Chris wearing safety harness in South Pacific photo by Rex

It was in 1974 that Chris decided we needed a boating safety class. We were in a small boat that he thought was about to sink.  It was overloaded and about to be swamped.  We immediately went back to shore.  We quickly joined the Spokane Power Squadron.  We had learned about the organization when we attended several boat shows. Chris took all of the classes and received his Senior Navigator certification.  I made it through Seamanship by the dangling knot!  Many years later, after owning several small boats, Chris bought our heavy weather sailing Hallberg Rassy.  He outfitted it for any contingency we could experience on the high seas. We sailed to Mexico and then he sailed to Tahiti.  The only mishap was a broken throttle cable.  Chris was able to gerry-rig it until we could replace it with a new cable.  For our protection as we sailed off shore I credit God, all the prayers that went up for us, and Chris's diligence. 

My inspiration for writing the above was the following true story of 6 teenage boys, who did not listen, and were returned safely to their families only by God's grace.  This is from Our Daily Bread, "In June 1965, six Tongan teenagers sailed from their island home in search of adventure. But when a storm broke their mast and rudder the first night, they drifted for days without food or water before reaching the uninhabited island of ‘Ata. It would be fifteen months before they were found.

The boys worked together on ‘Ata to survive, setting up a small food garden, hollowing out tree trunks to store rainwater, even building a makeshift gym. When one boy broke his leg from a cliff fall, the others set it using sticks and leaves. Arguments were managed with mandatory reconciliation, and each day began and ended with singing and prayer. When the boys emerged from their ordeal healthy, their families were amazed—their funerals had already been held."  They knew that life is better if we obey God's laws.

God's people may not have the approval or love by many in society today. There are some who are cruel, and judgmental, but there are many who do good while not being noticed.  Today I listened to this podcast from Upstream about 32 world changing Christians you have never heard of.  God invites each one of us to His wedding feast.  If we love Him we will obey His laws. I pray we are all there on That Day.

Matthew 22:9 Go therefore to the main roads and invite to the wedding feast as many as you find.’ 10 And those servants went out into the roads and gathered all whom they found, both bad and good. So the wedding hall was filled with guests.

DO THE IMPOSSIBLE

 

Japan 2005

Sometimes the language barrier turns out to be a good thing.  Son Jes wrote this in 2005 when he was teaching in Japan. I thought you would enjoy it. 

 Do the impossible young lad!

Thursday September 01st 2005, 5:40 pm
Filed under: Thoughts

Mt. Hongu or Hongusan as we call it (no -san in this case isn’t like Mr. or Ms. it actually means mountain)

In my last few days of freedom - don’t worry ladies, I meant freedom from work - I decided to take a short ride on my bike. Now, if you asked me a few months ago how long a “short” ride was, I would probably have a dramatically different answer. In this ride, I start from my house dodging semi’s and senior citizen drivers and ride to the top of Mt Hongu and then I ride back. I’ve got the ride calculated at just under 80km (50 miles).

I realized today if you take out all the lousy diesel snorting trucks (I’m now a big fan of biodiesel and/or large rickshaws to move goods  ) and nincompoop drivers who apparently can’t see a 6 foot tall white guy with a brightly colored jersey riding 40km/hr, Japan can be quite a nice place to ride. Imagine yourself riding in rural Japan.

Away from the from the hustle AND bustle and on into a more rural area you find that dragonflies amuse themselves by performing aerial maneuvers around your head, followed by more senior citizen dodging - but this time they smile as you nearly careen into them. You continue riding down the narrow 2-lane road and see road workers hunkered down in the shade on lunch break eating their convenience store lunches consisting of no-crust white bread egg and ham sandwiches or rice balls. Other workers make sure traffic flow is safe. With a cigarette in one hand and a white flag in the young road worker waves you through, but there really isn’t much need since there isn’t much traffic.

You keep riding and are quite ready to find a shady place to sit and eat your own “crummy” convenience store sandwich and suck down a refreshing can of Coke. Then finally, you reach the base of Mt. Hongu. You used to be really tired at this point, but not really anymore. It’s time to sit down before you climb the mountain, it’s not a big mountain but it’s a little steep. After a few minutes of down time you start the climb up Mt. Hongu. It always seems to take quite awhile to climb up Mt. Hongu, but then at 3 miles per hour everything takes a long time. A car passes by and a women yells “Gambatte” which means “You can do it!” or “Good luck!” and you take that advice and continue up the mountain. Once you finish climbing the mountain you’re pretty happy that you can still move and you remember the first time you climbed that same mountain.

At the top of the mountain, you ride (rather quickly) to the nearest coffee shop/hangout for cyclists or motorcyclists and again take a little break. And then you ride back. You descend the mountain and marvel at the beauty of gravity, but unfortunately with all the hairpin turns you can’t ride very fast. You ride back on the same road and salute the road workers, dodge senior citizens and watch dragonflies. You reach some train tracks and wait for a train to pass and suddenly an old women with bottom teeth only taps you on the shoulder and starts talking to you. “It’s hot isn’t it?” she says, and you agree. She asks how far you have ridden and you reply and then she says something like “Do the impossible” or maybe “You have done the impossible” but with your Japanese you don’t quite know. You think that’s kind of cool if not eerie and also wonder about Japan’s overall dental health. Then, before you know it, you’re “sharing” the road with semi’s again.

Update: Well just when I thought I almost knew what people were talking about here I found out I was wrong. The old woman actually said something more like “don’t work too hard!” which makes more sense, but sounds a lot less cool and Yoda-ish/Sportsdrink marketing campaign-like I thought she said with “Do the impossible”. Ahh well.

WON'T YOU BE MY NEIGHBOR?

 

Unlike "Mr. Rogers" I'm not good at being a neighbor.  When Chris and I bought our first house we moved in next door to a widow named Mrs. Canon.  She befriended us and welcomed us to the neighborhood.  I felt I didn't have time for her but did accept a tea invitation to her house.  She would give us stews and other hearty meals as she would cook too much and wanted to share.  It never occurred to me that I should return the favor.

Janet and Jeanne 1947

My Aunt Jeanne also set the example for me as to how to be a good neighbor. Even though we lived 3000 miles away Aunt Jeanne would remember my birthday and send a gift.  When we would travel cross country in the summer for a visit she would arrange a birthday picnic.  Then after we moved to live in the same city where my Aunt Jeanne lived I began to have my eyes opened as to how she was a good neighbor.  She invited us college kids to join her family for holidays and for back yard bbq's. I noticed that she checked on her neighbors and invited them over as well.  Of course she took good care of our grandparents.  

One time she bailed me out when I had a boyfriend give me a Christmas gift.  I had nothing to give him.  She happened to have in her "store" a pair of cufflinks she had gotten on sale for 50 cents.  A wonderful seamstress, when shopping for a dress to wear to the college Military Ball I called her and asked her if she would take in a dress for me.  She would.  It turned out beautifully.  I knew I was always welcomed to her home whenever I needed a place to go.  

For our wedding she made the bridesmaid dresses.  At Christmas she would give us wonderful gifts such as a lace tablecloth. When I was invited back to our college for the Military Ball she made me a dress.  One Christmas she made matching aprons for us. At her memorial service her son-in-law read a wonderful tribute to her about all her kindnesses over the years.  If I find it I will add it later. 

Nevertheless I still had my problem of being a good neighbor. As an introvert I had never tried to meet our neighbors.  Chris would enjoy chatting when our neighbors were out working on their lawns and gardens. So I made a habit of asking him to go meet the neighbors and report the news. It was when I came down with terrible chronic pain and had dedicated my life to pray for my relatives, friends, classmates, and neighbors that I decided that I needed to reach out to our neighbors in person. 

When I saw the deterioration of our nation it became clear to me that the decline was spiritual.   God put it on my heart that I should offer to do Bible studies with our neighbors.  The first Bible study I started was a disaster.  Everybody quit after the first week.  Then when I was dealing with too much stress a speaker at a Christian conference told me a good thing to do is to study the attributes of God.  She recommended a book called Behold Your God.  Now I was prepared.

Next step was when I learned of how Rosaria Butterfield was treated after she wrote an editorial for the newspaper defending "Queer studies" (The Secret Thoughts of an Unlikely Convert: An English Professor's Journey into Christian Faith) I determined that kindness is the way to win people. So each place we have moved I have listened to our neighbor's needs and asked if I could pray for them.  At a large mega-church we attended in one town I signed up to mentor a young woman.  We studied "Behold Your God."  It went well. 

Next move was to a community of active seniors.  Many had complaints.  I felt moved to start a Bible study.  We studied "Behold Your God."  The group grew to about 10 to 15 attending even after I moved away.

Now we have a way to meet our neighbors at the yearly bbq our apartment complex provides.  Last year I met a young couple and invited them to church.  This year I invited the young mother to a Bible study.  So far she hasn't accepted.  I met another woman and attended her church with her.  I offered to do a Bible study with her.  I will wait on the Holy Spirit to move people to seek a Bible study with me or with someone else.  Life is a long distance marathon and God is a forbearing God.  He waits patiently for each one to turn to Him.

II Peter 3:9 The Lord is not slow to fulfill his promise as some count slowness, but is patient toward you, not wishing that any should perish, but that all should reach repentance.

THE ABLE COOKBOOK: COOKING WITHOUT CANE

 

Close up of dill bread.

In about 1975 when the book "Sugar Blues" was released, we came to realize the evils of too much sugar in the American diet.  Maybe that is why we had headaches, body aches, and no energy.  So we began cooking without sugar.  Chris's mother actually did several years of reworking recipes made with sugar and discovered how to prepare them with honey, fructose, applesauce, etc.  She substituted any type of sweetening that was not white sugarcane.  Thus the name for our cookbook "The Able Cookbook Cooking without Cain." Referring of course to the Bible story of Cain and Able.

The following is one of her recipes.  

HAPPY 4TH OF JULY

 

STILL the HOME of the BRAVE