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Friday, 15 June 2007

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    Learning to Breathe
    By Switchfoot
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    breaktime

    Having my parents out of town is stressful for me. Having them out of town for my Gomp's (my dad's father's) funeral and having to be responsible for four siblings, upset in different ways, doesn't make it easier. Having to work eight hours on all except one of the days they are gone isn't really exactly helping things. And then with preparation for camp on the near horizon and Northwestern on a slightly more distant one, I am rather feeling overwhelmed.

    But this happened once before, almost this very same scenario, just replace "funeral" with "illness" and "camp and Northwestern" with "Thailand" and you get the idea. I remember how that went... departure was unecessarily difficult, mainly because I was freaking out. And trying to do it on my own strength. Which was like stepping out into God's work wearing Satan's shoes.

    There is reason why are feet are supposed to wear the "Gospel of peace." They wouldn't get too far in the rough terrain they have to cross in anything but that Gospel. They wouldn't support a body if they were always uncertain if the next rock might gash them open. They wouldn't even move much if they didn't know for certain that they would be assured of passage to their destination wherever in God's (or Satan's) green earth they go.

    No, of course Earth is not Satan's, but he does do all he can to make it seem that way, corrupting everything he can get his hands on. And no, of course, we are not assured "safe" passage, but our destination through Christ is Heaven, and God has guaranteed, by whatever route He will, that we will get there.

    So there are times when perfection and corruption both pull, pull and pull hard on me. They each have their destinations, opposite each other, and it seems to pull me to a breaking point. I really don't know know what to make of these breaking points. They seem good and evil at the same time. Reaching over to a totally different problem, they are not really opposite. Good was created, while evil was only corrupted from good.

    All that to say, I am seeking to trust in Christ through this time, knowing that being stretched and the brokenness that sometimes will follow are part of getting to heaven, to HIM. Evil does not lightly let go. The Army National Guard will tell you that "pain is weakness leaving the body." Then I guess that spiritually, "brokenness is sin leaving the soul."And though however close one might get to having "a perfect body" before death brings life in a new and truly perfect body, I truly am getting closer to Christ through the trying of my undying soul.

    So if tomorrow I fall flat on my face and forget to trust Christ with everything and freak out about all that is going on, let this be something to come back to: That though in my fear of hanging over the edge of a cliff I let go of Him, in my falling will He find me and lift me up and over time, let me learn the freedom from fear that comes with walking with Him through every valley.

Sunday, 27 May 2007

Monday, 09 April 2007

  • ...Thailand plus 45 and counting...

    Whoa... am I ready for three classes a day?  Ready or not, here it comes.  I have been given the opportunity to do this by a

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    whoa, the wierdest thing just happened... my "enter" button got stuck

     

Friday, 30 March 2007

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    Illinoise
    By Sufjan Stevens
    4-Jacksonville
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    Thailand plus 35 and counting...

    Well, I am half-way through my time in Thailand and have been reflecting on what has happened so far. There is so much that I have to mention just a few highlights.

    First that comes to mind would have to be playing badminton, which I have only gotten to do twice, and due to my schedule next semester, will be unable to do again. But the experience of those two times was rather unforgettable. You see, in America, we "play" badminton, but in Thailand, they PLAY badminton. Case in point: though they could afford to have AC (and I can't say I have been in more than one building here without AC) or at least fans in the indoor courts to ease the 95 degree heat, they don't have any. Why? It would disturb the flight of the birdie! Yeah... so everyone completely soaks through their clothing after only an hour or two. And no matter what I do, I lose every game.

    So let's get to the second, which would have to be the trips I have taken with students. The first was to Bang Pa-In (a royal palace) and Ayuttaya (the ruins of the capital of an ancient Thai kingdom), both of which were incredibly beautiful. The second was to the Ancient City (a park collecting replicas of all the most famous structures in Thailand) and the Crocodile Farm (actually more like a zoo with a massive crocodile-breeding pond), and I have to say I had a lot of fun with all the students I was hanging out with. I will post pictures (ON TUESDAY, at long last!), but due to a pathetic excuse for a camera-battery, on each of these day-long trips, my camera was refusing to take pictures by about noon. So I have tons of pictures of Bang Pa-In and the Ancient City, but almost none of the other two.

    And if I could choose one more thing, it would have to be the friends I have here. I don't want to try to list them all, because I am afraid I would forget someone. You see, everyone has a nickname here, often consisting of only two or three letters, which makes them nice and easy to get confused. For example, the grammar teacher at Santisuk is Tong and I have been given the nickname "Tong" except that it takes a little longer to say it, kind of like "Toahng", but it is written Tong, yet means something different. I hear that in Thai it makes a lot more sense, but it's all still confusing to me, so there are people who's names I still don't really know even if I know them. In spite of my stupidity, they are so welcoming and eager to spend time with me, and don't seem to notice if I didn't ever say their name the whole day.

    Wow. So I have been quite tired lately. But I have been very healthy and fairly safe; God has really been gracious in those areas. Traffic here is really bad and I think that there is no way I could drive in Bangkok, though when I say that I have to think of friends from Wyoming who say there's no way they could drive in Minneapolis. About a quarter of my time in Thailand went by between this post and my previous one. I won't let that happen again, Lord willing.

Monday, 12 March 2007

  • ...Thailand plus 17 and counting...

    Teaching. Wow. Could I live the rest of my working life like this? That remains to be seen, I guess, but I do really love spending time outside of class with my students. There are a couple of guys that I am beginning to connect with, across our language and culture barriers, over meals where everyone tries to get me to eat spicy food. I have gotten a reputation for being able to handle spicy food, so they always order it for me. Incidentally, they did not tell me that Thai people do not eat the actual chili peppers in their food, but seem to find it entertaining when the stupid farang does.

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