The Feet of Jesus

19 July 2014,  Rio de Janiero

Yesterday I was at the feet of Jesus.
I didn't really notice for the crowds pushing and shoving.
Though that's no excuse.

But then I think: everyday I am at the feet of Christ the Redeemer.
At His feet, at His mercy. Within His sight, within His reach.
Were I not, I would cease to be.
Yet for the crowds, I often fail to notice.

Though that's no excuse

http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=iaCqOX5OIbs

Confessions of a control freak

1 July 2014 Americana, Brazil

And so I've arrived in this country which speaks Portuguese, and I don't. English here is practically useless, and Spanish only slightly less so. which means a lot of the time, I don't know exactly what going on.

Sometimes its quite important to know what going on. (Like, why isn't anyone at the check-in counter? Oh because our 4.30 am flight has been cancelled..)

Other times, its not. Like,  I'm sitting in a car, and all I know is that we're going somewhere to eat something and will return at an unspecified hour (and we'll do it slowly, even). All I'm called upon to do is sit back and enjoy the ride.

Though my hosts are good and trustworthy, I have to admit, for a control freak like me, its a little unsettling.

Is this not a lot like life? Oh how we wish we knew what was going on, all the time. Us human beings were created to question. We're just not very accepting when there are no answers. Or no answers in the language we understand.

But does it always matter?

Depends. If we know Who we're with  - if He is good, if He knows exactly whats going on, now, and every day hereafter -
Then maybe it doesn't.

Sometimes I just need to sit back and enjoy the ride.

The problem.

Its not that there are no fish
But that we have no patience

                                                                                                                Fishing for piranas 

The Promised Land

19 June, Uruguay.

Everyone here raves about NZ. Well, ok, most of my friends here and the irish guy at the hostel. But still, even with this subset of 'Everyone', I'm suprised.

They rave about the place - its beauty, the work, the quality of life, lack of corruption, the people. Speak of it like its the Promised Land. Those not fortunate enough to have been listen to the sighs and praise and are converted on the spot.

For us Kiwis, this is Sweet! Good as! for our tourism, our seasonal worker demand and shortage of professionals. Its also a little humbling. I mean, by what stroke of luck have we been born/brought up in such paradise? And which aspect of your life were your complaining about the other day?

Now, NZ is undoubtedly beautiful, peaceful and safe. Yes, it flows with milk (and therefore South Americans) and we have a reasonable amount of honey. Yet, its far from perfect. You and I have seen its ugly side - the poverty ( relative, nevertheless poverty), the destructive PC ness, the terrible social stats that shouldn't be in a 1st world country as ours. And you and I don't live fairytale lives either. 

Makes me think: there is quality of life, and there is quality of life. You can be in the best country in the world, but if your heart isn't in the right place, you'll still be lacking. You can be in the most peaceful of places, but if you're not at peace with your Maker, you'll never have peace within. You can find yourself in the most beautiful of surroundings, but if you dont know the Creator of beauty, you'll never fully appreciate it all. 

Tell me if this isnt true. Yet how often do we favour the pursuit of a passport over the citizenship of our souls?

What good will it be for a man if he gains the whole world (NZ, even!), yet loses his soul?1

And for those of us who have addressed the later - I wonder what it'd be like if we raved about heaven the way my friends rave about NZ. Sure, no-one has ever been there and back on a working holiday visa. But if we know our God well enough, if we are familiar with his Lonely Planet Guide, then we have idea enough of our Promised Land.

What if heaven were the hot topic of our conversations; always in the back (or front) of our minds; our obsession, our passion, our destination; our one cause we would willingly leave everything we know as 'home' behind for? 

'...for we have an eternal house in heaven, not built by human hands... our citizenship is in heaven...so we fix our eyes not on what is seen but what is unseen...for what is seen is temporary but what is unseen is eternal....' 2

Disturb Us, Lord

Disturb us, Lord, when we are too well pleased with ourselves,
When our dreams have come true
Because we have dreamed too little,
When we arrived safely
Because we sailed too close to the shore.

Disturb us, Lord, when
With the abundance of things we possess
We have lost our thirst
For the waters of life;
Having fallen in love with life,
We have ceased to dream of eternity
And in our efforts to build a new earth,
We have allowed our vision
Of the new Heaven to dim.

Disturb us, Lord, to dare more boldly,
To venture on wider seas
Where storms will show Your mastery;
Where losing sight of land,
We shall find the stars.
We ask You to push back
The horizons of our hopes;
And to push into the future
In strength, courage, hope, and love.

(attributed to Sir Francis Drake -1577)

1  Matthew 16v26
2  2 Corínthians 5v1, 4v18, Philippians 3v20

Traveller´s note to self

1. Each day is a gift

2. Every day is not going to be super exhilirating. If it were you'd run out of money, energy, and neurotransmitters. Its OK. Refer to point 1

3. You can't do everything.But thats Ok. You can do some things. Something is always better than nothing. Remember point 1

4. You can't plan everything. But you can plan some things. Then you can sit back and see if they work out (its like a game) (this is South America) Don't stress. See point 1

5. You can't trust everyone. But you can trust some. (eg. the pilot) (sometimes you have no choice) 

6. Every day there is something to learn. NB point 1

7. Travelling is not all that different to being at home. 
Its just taken me 10,000km to realise. 

Slow

I am learning
   to be
       slow

its weird.

I am learning to

    eat slow
          (can't chow through all this carne)

    speak slow
          in Spanish (can't conjugate my verbs fast enough)
           in English (uthawys ppl cnt indirstend my kiwi eksent)

    move slow
           (lest I leave my hosts behind)

Its not a bad thing
its just different

All I've known is fast and faster
But here I see an alternative pace to life
            in which things are still accomplished
            and the world doesn't grind to a halt

How odd
How healthy

S l o w

                Carne

Favourites

28 May 2014

When we were young, we spoke of favourites.

Favourite colour. Favourite food. Favourite teacher.

I´m not sure what happened to favourites as we grew up, but they dont seem to feature much in conversation now.

Ive been in South America two weeks now, and oh the multitude of things I've seen and done!
Crossing the Andes. Asados. Mustering heifers on horseback. The Teatro Colon. Caminito St, its colour and tango. Folklore. Iguazu falls.

But if I had to pick a favourite, it'd be this: español.
I can't explain how or why its so fun - it just is.

And my favourite word: vaquillona*  Get a native to speak it for you. How pretty!

It's not that Spanish is the most beautiful language in the world (though some may argue so) - its just that it's a language - and languages stir me - I can't describe how or why - they just do.

Almost makes me wonder if, in another life, I might have been a linguist.
Almost makes me thank God for the tower of Babel.

Like the world of biology, the world of language fascinates me. Who created Spanish? Who designed its verb conjugations? Who determined it's gendered nouns and accents? I marvel.

And its not that  Spanish-as-a-second-language is without its frustrations. But in moments of mis(non!)communication, there is often warmth, laughter, creativity (..charades and sounds..), grace and an understanding of a different kind.

I guess its kind of odd to take such delight in a language - it a word - but the fact that one can - and does - is... well... nice, isn´t  it?

*heifer

                 
Favoritos 

Cuando estabamos jovenes, hablabamos sobre las cosas favoritas. Mi color favorito. Mi comida favorita. Mis maestro favorito. Pero ahora, no hablamos asi. 

Estoy en sudamerica hace dos semanas ahora y ya vi y hice mucho. Pero mi cosa favorita esta español. Y mi palabra favorita esta vaquillona. No se porque lo me gusta tanto. Me encanta los idiomas. Pienso que, en una otra vida, me gustaria ser una linguista. Siempre pienso asi: ¿quien crea español? ¿Quien hacia las reglas de gramatica? 

No es facile siempre. Pero cuando no se puede comunicar con palabras...se usa los manos, o los sonidos, las sonrisas - se comunica con otras formas. 

Mi español no esta bueno. Pero me gusta, si lo me gusta. 

Vaquillonas

To be a tourist

Tourists. We hate them and we love them. We scorn them yet we need them. And what of the Christian tourist?

A tourist is a consumer. I like being a consumer. Or at least I can’t help being one – and neither can you. As a tourist, I am primarily a consumer. And…that’s OK!

Isn’t it?

Markets are driven by consumers. Whole economies are based on tourism. And just like ‘global trade lifts millions of people out of poverty’¹, so too can tourism stimulate a healthy wealth spiral.

And sure, it’s not all sunshine and rainbows. If the terms ‘responsible tourism’ and ‘ecotourism’, have been coined, then the converse must exist also. Dodgy tour guides, horrible hotels and governments that will misspend money - yes, they’re around. But that shouldn't stop you travelling – just like bad farming should not make you vegetarian. As I tour, and spend, I’d hope that some of my taxi fare and airport taxes would go into feeding some honest, hardworking father and his family (God bless them). And then, not only would I have consumed, but contributed.

Sometimes we are so caught up in being a hero, doing something daring, something great – for the sports team/school/community/God  -  and please, go ahead! we need more who will do so. But then I think there is an equal need for ordinary people – ordinary Christians – to do ordinary things, with the big picture in mind. Aware of how the world – our world – works: what makes it spin (money does make the world go round), and how we contribute – for better or for worse. 

The responsible, eco tourist is in a great position to live this out, and, with God’s grace, this is what I intend to do.

¹Mark Powell, CEO The Warehouse Group  

A divide?

6months in South America. Three months travel, then three months mission work. Though I (nor you) must not be tempted to think that the former is the ‘fun’ part and the latter the ‘helping’ ‘charity’ ‘good work’ part. No more than we should divide our lives into secular and spiritual, time for me and time for God, pocket money vs tithe – you get the idea.

I guess it’s easy to see how volunteer vet work helps people (and animals…). But being a tourist? Well, I spend money. The exchange of money is always welcomed (by the receiver, as least). I also join this group of people (aka needy backpackers) who request services, thus creating a demand for quality services, business opportunities, and inputting into the local – and global – economy.

Cool.

Just think – if nobody – travelled, there’d be no taxi drivers, tour buses, customs officials, travel insurance, suitcase sellers – not that their existence is a reason to travel (any more than the existence of vets is a reason to own a pet¹). But that those of us who can/choose to/delight in travel (aka needy backpackers)– well, good on us, we help the world go round, it needs folk like us too.

¹but if you are petless… and have the means… please do! 

Good posts that get me excited...

http://emilybutterfield.theworldrace.org/?filename=intimacy-is-my-theme-song

http://blogsbychristianwomen.blogspot.co.nz/2013/07/closer-to-god-through-travel.html

One month to go

25/3/14 – journal entry

One month to go. And so many things to be done in it (or… in life in general…if you are a Fan). As I run around (or..sit and journal right now…) organising flights, emailing across the oceans, buying insurance and earplugs, I think, ‘how do I do this in light of who God is? In light of what Christ has done? How do I travel as a Christian? How do I make travel prep as a Christian? (in fact, how should one do anything as a Christian  - work, play, eat, sleep…?)

Do I do it with much prayer? I pray for the mission work – but what about the rest? Do I plan with the disclaimer that in the end the Lord determines my steps? Do I drool over Google maps in awe of the vast Creator? Do I ask for wisdom in making credit card purchases? Do I thank Him every moment for the opportunity, the intellect, the heart to travel? Do I marvel that, through the cross, every corner of life is now brought under his love and lordship?

Yes so much to be done,  but also much to be thought through and thankful for  - let’s not forget this now. 

Travel time

8 May 2014

So, with four years of work under my belt, its time to travel again.

‘how does it feel to be unemployed?’ my sister asked. How crude, I thought. She’s just jealous

Its not that I’m sick of work – on the contrary! But even four years of exhilarating (no kidding – you should try it!) country vetting couldn’t prevent recrudescence of this travel bug.  And with it (I hope!) comes the resurrection of this blog.

Me being me, needs good reasons for doing anything in life –  and ‘just cos’ doesn’t quite make the cut. Four years ago I thought (and blogged) hard as to why I wanted to travel:

If ‘the world is the LORD’s and all who live in it’, can He be learnt of from other people (irrespective of their religion), observing their way of life? Can travel and everything it involves grow me as a disciple? I suspect yes; I go to find out.

Thus I travel to find God ‘over there’, to seek him in contexts I’ve never seen Him in before. I don’t want to be a Christian that forever sees God in only church, ministry, bible studies and Hillsong music.’ 1 

And to these, on a run out to Red Rocks today, I add more thoughts: 

God created to the world – nay, the universe – for us to explore and enjoy. But as to how, He didn’t specify. And so coffee in the city, going bush with beef jerky, scanning 500 cows at 5am, snapping selfies  with the Taj Mahal, or creating glorious diabetes-inducing desserts – can all be done to the praise of God. Each to his own, and all according to his means and genes.

I’m convinced this passion for travel, for cultures, for people, for life – in both its splendour and pain – is given from above. And from the blessings of country vetting (employment is a blessing, people!) I have the means. So I pack my pack and off I go, for the glory of God.

Yes, anything (travel included) that induces you (and even better – others!) to praise the Creator is a worthy endeavour. 

1 Posts Jan 2010 

Acts of God?

Feb '11

Acts of God - you know: Earthquakes, tsunamis, floods, avalanches...natural disasters out of our control. Funny how we call them 'Acts of God', as if God were out to destroy things.

Why don't we call them 'Acts of the Devil?'

And wonders such as

childbirth,

water-colour sunsets,

coral reefs,

blossoming roses

- what do we call these? 'Miracles', at best, attributable to any deity*.

Seems like we're forever after someone to blame - and if no one else, God fits the bill. Yet if we lived our lives on the lookout for someone to praise, we'd find He fits the bill a whole lot better....

*Papatuanuku, if you like