Today’s song is comic relief. Does it bring back memories? (Good or bad? Hopefully no E.R. visits!)
It’s another one by Sara Groves – click here to sing along with the catchy tune
Today’s song is comic relief. Does it bring back memories? (Good or bad? Hopefully no E.R. visits!)
It’s another one by Sara Groves – click here to sing along with the catchy tune
Today’s song is Il Est Ne Le Divin Enfant sung by Annie Lennox. This link is to her whole album on Youtube. Enjoy!
I listen to this song because the boys and I are learning French, and music is one of the greatest ways to absorb other languages. At their international school, they are required to learn Bahasa Malaysia. But they only learn a word or two each week, and our boys seem dead-set against remembering any of it. As far as I can tell, they feel like learning BM will mean that A.) they will have to speak it here and they aren’t confident in it, and B.) they might be a little less connected to America if they know the language of a developing nation. Strangely enough, though they refuse to speak it here, when we visit America, they love to speak the Bahasa that they do know. Go figure.
Their school also requires learning either Mandarin Chinese or French. Because Cade had enough trouble writing in English, we didn’t want to ask him to ask him to learn to write Chinese characters. And DuoLingo is a free app that they enjoy using. I am technically 24% fluent in French, but in reality, I can’t speak it at all. I can, however, write such useful sentences as “My cat is eating butter” and “The elephant drinks tea.”
Little differences between America and Malaysia… here the song “O Holy Night” is not reserved for soloists. It’s a regular hymn in Churches and everybody can hit whichever notes they choose. I love it.
Here’s today’s hymn … Sara Groves singing O Holy Night A version that is just different enough to speak to my heart.
Holidays in America tend to have gotten bigger over the years. From Elf on the Shelf requirements to green footprints expected from kids on St. Patrick’s day, to toddler birthday parties that include – I kid you not – renting out a farm with petting zoo and a ride on a real Monster Truck for each kid (I didn’t let Dante go to that one. His backyard tie-dye party three weeks later wouldn’t have been up to snuff).
It doesn’t help that my birthday is December 22. (My poor Mom – I was due around the 10th.) So when we were first married I actually banned anything more than a Christmas banister, and when we had kids I suggested that we alternate – even number years, Christmas, and odd-number years, birthday. Many moms liked the idea but advertisers didn’t.
But I’ve come around to it – I even allow glitter cards inside the apartment now. In the end, this has become my Christmas season anthem. Click to enjoy the cartoon for:
Merry start to the season, my friends (unless your season started in October, in which case you are probably ready for the video to distract you).
(In case you’re wondering, Christmas has gotten big here, mainly because businesses really like it. The Christian side of things is pretty welcome, and most stores are playing a variety of secular and spiritual music. My favorite so far was the grocery market playing the full album of Garth Brooks singing Christmas songs. Thanks, Lintas Market!)
I just got this in my email inbox… a song by our family’s newest favorite singer-songwriter. It starts with this line: “As the shepherds watched their flocks by night, completely unprepared…” My heart already jumps, because that is exactly how I feel when considering the Christmas in-breaking of God into our world, “the glory of Christ the Lord, born to us, that holy night.”
Matt is currently recording an album and we even commissioned a song from him – which we are excitedly awaiting. For $12 you can download his earlier albums and get the new album when it’s ready – it’s a great music collection, mellow but catchy and inspiring.
Here’s how to listen to the Christmas song he just released TODAY! Click here on the blue text, then scroll down to where it says King of Light (to the right of the cheerful gingerbread man). It says download but it will play on your screen – very easy even for techno-phobes. As the angel said, “Do not be afraid.”
For today’s reflection – a confession. I’m great with American names, but terrible with Asian ones. Part of it is that Chinese names are organized differently – the family name comes first, and the usually 2-syllable name comes second. Plus, wives don’t necessarily take their husband’s name, so there’s no easy “and this is Mrs…” Add in that names have varying levels of formality, so when I ask the name of someone of Chinese descent, I may get a name that should only be used personally, not as an introduction. Then there are a wonderful array of local names that are creative takes on English names – Jollify, Joefrerick, Cornetius. Then there are names of people from tribal areas, which are intriguing to learn because they are so unique.
I remember when I was first pastoring, and the congregation told me, “oh, we’re small, everyone knows each other’s names” (“so we don’t need name tags.”) But when I would take someone aside and say, “I am embarrassed, I don’t remember her name” and point to a regular member, often the long-time member would say, “I don’t know either…” And then we would be embarrassed together. It’s amazing how often people *say* and even *believe* they know the names of the people around them, but when put on the spot realize they don’t know. Here, I usually ask by saying, “Remind me how to spell your name?” but last week, my plan failed when the young man answered, “A.J.” Ah, well… here’s to at least making an effort to get to know the folks around us!
It’s December 1st! Or 1st Disember, as they say here. One of our family traditions is to collect Christmas music. Our computer has almost 24 hours of holiday music. Over the next few weeks I will share with you a song each day, and maybe a random reflection of what our Advent is looking like.
Today’s song is by Peter Mayer. There are 2 Christian Peter Mayer singer-songwriters – this is the one from Minnesota. (They’re both great!) It’s from his album called Midwinter, filled with gorgeous song gems. You can find the album by clicking here.
Watch him perform the song by clicking here!
Today’s big event was that I couldn’t get home from the boys’ school because of an accident. Accidents here are remarkably rare, even though few people understand merging. When there are accidents, they are usually bizarre. Today I was going up a hill to the boys’ school, and there was what looked like one car giving another a jump – then I realized, no, that’s a head-on collision. The cars were rumpled but it didn’t look too bad. But how one car ended up perfectly lined up with another (and no police or tow truck in sight) … I have no idea. Twice I’ve seen cars on their side, again with no ready explanation for how they got there. Each time I’ve seen people standing by unhurt. Which is good, because there is no phone number here to reach the nearest ambulance – you need to have memorized the 10-digit phone number for the company in that neighborhood (if you drive 6 kilometres to school, that’s 4 different ambulance phone numbers you should know). Makes me appreciate the simplicity of 9-1-1!
As it turned out, I needed to stay at school for an hour to work on gathering donations for a garage sale (a rare event) at a local school for young adults with autism and other diseases. By the time I went home, there was only a pile of glass and a puddle of… I think… petrol. Making me glad to get past that mess!
I’m new at this re-blogging thing. Etiquitte dictates that I gife immense credit to the original blog so here it is — http://www.chicagotribune.com/lifestyles/stevens/ct-turn-kids-complaints-into-questions-balancing-0912-20160912-column.html .
Having just come from a weekend getaway, my kids complained a lot before they decided to *try* the amazing things — like floating in a mud volcano, or wave-hopping for hours on end, or enjoying very mildly spicy foods. Once they started they couldn’t stop, but I had to be the enthusiastic cruise director, constantly correcting them with “just try it!” I’ve been reading “How to talk so your kids will listen, and how to listen so your kids will talk” and the main thing I’ve learned is how often I swat away their complaints, not knowing how to deal with them. What follows is a quote from the blog above… and some beautiful wisdom. Pardon me misusing the quotes sign… bad grammar ahead!
” “What if I put a “What if …” in front of my kids’ complaints? What if I trained myself to see their complaining not as evidence of their utter lack of gratitude, but as an opportunity to offer them the reassurance they’re seeking? … My son has entered a phase that I’ll generously characterize as not my favorite, and it consists of a lot of statements that portend certain doom.
“I’ll never make a touchdown.” “I’ll never be tall.” “I’ll never lose a tooth.”
Even in my most exhausted, least charitable moments, I know those are statements of fear, not obstinateness. But when I throw a “What if …” in front of them, it reminds me to answer them like questions, rather than correct them like mistakes. It’s a subtle shift, but it’s one that moves me away from pointless frustration and toward patience, which is always useful.” ”
As a pastor, I always coached people and committees that our anxiety or worry is like one side of a coin – and the other side of that coin is excitement. For instance, a Church Council might worry about finances (ha, might?) – which produces immense anxiety over something they can’t really control. But the other side of the coin is that what you are anxious about is something that REALLY MATTERS to you, and it’s calling on you to recognize what it is about the thing (your Church spending plan) that can really excite you (fellowship? VBS? worship? helping others?). So we see in our anxiety that something really has our heart. It helps us focus on what we do want, rather than only what frightens us.
Another way of looking at it is the phrase, “can we be curious instead of furious?” With kids, their constant complaints can drive a parent mad. (“Wait, I brought you to a mud volano and you are complaining?!?”) But adding in the “what if” lets us be curious, and actually address the issue. If the kids are bringing it up, it matters to them, and me swatting it away will just create more anxiety, so more complaints, so more furor. But curiosity is one of the great gifts of humanity. It opens eyes, hearts, and doors. It makes us merciful instead of haughty. In the face of fear, it brings love. That is incredibly powerful!
So, two words: “what if.” 6 letters that just made my day.
By the way… the mud volcano was even more fun than we had imagined! The kids took this picture while safely on solid ground… but the next picture showed their bravery!
I set my alarm to wake me up to catchy music, so what better than Hamilton, the musical? This morning I heard the scene where Angelica, the elder sister, has to decide in an instant whether she will follow her love, Alexander, or make way for her younger sister, Eliza, to be courted by Alexander Hamilton. In the song, she sings, “I realize three fundamental truths at the exact same time.”
That rings a bell, right? (The liberty bell!) Thomas Jefferson’s famous writing that man has three fundamental rights: life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
But for Angelica, she is not a man. So her fundamental truths are different than those that Jefferson spoke of. For her, the three fundamental truths of being a woman in 1780, were: 1. Her goal in life was to marry well; 2.) Her love for her sister meant they could not both marry for love; and 3.) Alexander is penniless and that may be why he is willing to marry one of the wealthy sisters. So instead of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness, we see that women’s fundamental truths were pursuit of a husband, submission, and a life with very few real choices. Even in this picture, you can see that the man is central, and that is how life worked then (and often, now).
This week I have been reading a book called Body Respect, which is currently blowing my mind. It is about the Health At Every Size movement, which believes that science and culture are severely biased against people who are fat. The book, which is available from Kindle and other sources, talks about the ways that privilege is given to thin people. So for a fat person, three fundamental truths become: life – shame for body; liberty – shame for choices; and the pursuit of happiness – which in our culture centers around thinness (check out any magazine cover and advertisements!). The example is given of two people who both go to the doctor for knee pain; the thin person is given anti-inflammatories and physical therapy, while the fat person is told, “your knee hurts because of your weight; just lose some weight and then we can talk.” But how to lose weight when injured and in chronic pain? That’s impossible! So the fat person gets shame and NO medical care, while the thin person’s needs are met. That is just one example of privilege, of how three fundamental truths are different based on how a person looks.
(Let me also say, I have fat friends who have run half-marathons and thin friends who eat poorly and never exercise – but the fit fat people are still shamed and the thin person glorified. Shame is so powerful, and creates so many more problems… I highly recommend that everyone read Body Respect, as it blows up a lot of myths about fitness and fatness. To back it up, there are also studies done of people after being on The Biggest Loser, and how even with diet and exercise, their weight over time returns to a set point. The science is staggering – but mainline media ignores it, in the same way we ignored the dangers of nicotine. I have old Life magazines with articles by doctors saying that cigarettes are absolutely not dangerous and are good for you. This stuff is real.)
This led me to reflecting on how my white privilege is real, both here in Asia, where every single moisturizing cream claims to “whiten skin” (because pale is better … why?), and of course in the USA as moms of black sons speak about the fundamental truths that they live with, such as having to teach little boys what to do when stopped by a police officer, so that their kid doesn’t end up dead. What are the fundamental lessons we teach our kids, and how are they based on privilege?
And personally, we are waiting on visas that may or may not come. We are immigrants here, and immigrants in any country these days are unwanted. The fundamental truth of “follow the rules and it will work out” is simply NOT true for immigrants. Systems are complicated and rules constantly change, and the thought that at any point we could be told that we have 7 days to pack and move out is a reality. We are doing our very best to follow the rules that we have been given; but faithfulness is not always rewarded – this is a fundamental truth of the immigrant experience, which those who hold citizenship (privilege) can often ignore.
The musical Hamilton focuses on a fundamental truth that “you have no control who lives, who dies, who tells your story.” As all nations struggle with their narrative, it does us well to examine the assumptions that divide us, and how we can listen to others to hear what truths liberate or oppress them. Here’s to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness for all people, including women, the disabled, people of color, people excluded because of their sexuality, fat people, immigrants, and so many Others – as the United States Pledge of Allegiance says, “with liberty and justice for all.”
(For lyrics, see http://genius.com/Lin-manuel-miranda-satisfied-lyrics)
I have to admit: 4 years into living in another country, and I think I stopped learning new bits of the language about 9 months in. There are a lot of reasons for that – a main one being that the only way to be immersed in the language here is to find a village that is willing to take you in, but the only way to find said village is to be able to speak the language. Catch-22. Plus, people mainly want to talk to me in English. They want to learn, too!
Then there were the discouragers. “When you speak the local language, it takes people so much energy to understand what you mean,” one hotelier told me. “It is selfish of you to act like that.” Then there was the ESL teacher who said, “Do not speak to children. You will stunt their language growth with your incorrect Bahasa.” Yet children are often the ones who are willing to try to teach me!
There is also the oddity that there are no language schools here for foreigners to learn Bahasa. Isn’t that bizarre? But if you want to learn, you go to schools either in west Malaysia (I’ve done that for 2 weeks, but can’t get away for the 3 months I’d need) or Indonesia
A few weeks ago, I decided that I would try to learn a new sentence every day. I saw the cleaning lady emptying office dustbins and I was holding some trash, so I asked her, “Bagaimana kata…” (how does one say…) and I motioned throwing trash in the bag. She translated for me, and I repeated it, and in went my trash. The next day I asked a student who is primarily Chinese/English speaking, but who knows Bahasa, the same question – “How do I say, can I throw this garbage in your bin?” I told him what I’d learned, but he said I was actually asking, “can I enter your trash bin?” He tried to translate my question for me but he clearly didn’t like his own translation either.
Eric and I were talking about this yesterday, and he pointed out that my question was, itself, a foreign one. Here, if you have trash, honestly? You throw it on the ground. You don’t search for a place to put it, and you certainly don’t involve someone else in your trash issue. It’s a developing nation, and littering is still pretty standard. So when I went to teach myself the language, I had started with something that culturally didn’t translate. So of course the words weren’t there.
I have to ask myself: how much do I want this? If I want it, I have to find a way. And first, I have to find courage. Courage, motivation, and then assistance, in that order. I love languages, and I love people. But I have to let go of “it shouldn’t be that hard.” It IS that hard. I don’t fit any of the patterns (like, the 2 times I took beginner classes, I ended up helping teach! I know just enough to be dangerous…)
I write this article to lay out both the challenges of the past, so I can look at them, and to find courage for the future. There is good work to be done here, and here is my hope and prayer that God can use me to build community and care for it. The first word I learned in Bahasa was “Boleh” which means “Can!!!” So here goes… I just have to choose my sentence for today. Any recommendations?