Archive for May, 2007

Six Months

Nobody likes to be sick.

Unfortunately, nearly every day for the past six months either Jen, Maisie, or myself have not been 100% well. (I know…I’m always sick in the head, but that’s not what I’m talking about) It seems like we can’t escape the bugs that circulate the city. It’s already hard enough to try to adapt our lives and ministry to having a new baby, but being sick on top of this has been really hard. I think people in our community are starting to think that we are making up excuses for not being able to hang out!

Today it’s my turn…cold, headache, sore throat, coughing, runny nose…I got this from Maisie I think. This past weekend it was Jen…I’m just tired of it!!!

I’ve thought of all the reasons…It could be stress. It could city life. It could be being around so many people all the time. It could be spiritual. Who knows…I just know I’m ready for our family to have a stretch of normal life…whatever that means anymore! Pray that we’ll find rest soon!

The Tip of the Iceburg

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“In the contemplative life every conflict, inner or outer, small or large, can be seen as the tip of an iceberg, the expressive part of something deeper and larger. It is worthwhile, even necessary, to explore that which is underneath the surface of our daily actions, thoughts, and feelings.”

It is interesting to think that God can use every little conflict, feeling, emotion, or reaction to reveal something that is going on at a deeper level in our core. These ruptures in our comfort are a God given opportunity to ’search our hearts’. God wants us to discover the root of the problems in our lives…not just change behaviors on the surface.

After two years of living in another culture and doing a new and difficult job, God has revealed many icebergs in my life. Sometimes I feel out-of-breathe from trying to swim down and see what’s underneath…some of my icebergs were a lot bigger than I thought! Looking back, I see how God has used these pursuits to teach me about trust and to reveal how little I can ‘work on’ my issues alone.

For a long time my reaction to seeing areas in my life has been to work hard on them. Try to act more humble. Try to act more patient. Try to act like I don’t need control. And I splash about in the water with great passion, but then end up losing sight of the bottom because I’ve disrupted the still water that God brought me to so that I could see the bottom.

Our icebergs are not a time to be quick to act, quick to try and fix our lives, or quick to change ourselves through effort. They are opportunities for us to come close to God through prayer, stand shoulder to shoulder with Jesus, and let him lead us into the cold and deep waters of our hearts. Only in being still and trusting God can we continue to see clearly.

Sickness and Thunder Storms

Last night was a bizarre night. Jen and I left the house to go across town to meet up with a group of people visiting Paris and as we walked out the door Jen felt a bit of a fever feeling coming on.

As the evening went on Jen was feeling worse and worse.

We decided to split up from the group and head home so that Jen could get some needed rest. We were over in our old neighborhood and decided to stop by our favorite restaurant to get take away. The closer we got to the restaurant the more angry the sky was looking. Getting dark blue then ugly grey. While we were inside ordering we could see people running for their lives…not really…but they were running. The wind picked up and was blowing branches off of the trees lining the boulevard…seriously.

When we got our food we could see people attempting to run with their umbrellas…but none of them looked like they were staying dry. The sky had turned this crazy color of reddish brown and we knew that if we didn’t get into the metro fast we were really going to get soaked.

So we ran for it. Sick Jen. Baby Maisie. Justin with Lebanese food.

Apparently we made it just in time.

Throughout the next four or five stops we saw people getting on the train that looked like they had taken showers in their clothes. Old people, young people, tourists, and locals alike all got a free urban shower.

The worst of the storm was still to come. As we were going up the escalator from the metro near our place we could see lighting flashing at the top of the street. When we got to the top the lightning was flashing all around every few seconds. Maisie sat in the stroller protected by her rain cover. While Jen and I ran underneath the umbrella. Jen was not a fan of the lightning…it was kind of scary and I wouldn’t have held up a golf-club in the air for anything.

When we finally got home Jen was really not feeling well. She already has cold issues, but this was a whole other level. She put on a hooded sweatshirt (with the hood on) and covered herself in a warm blanket…and she was still shivering.

Then the thunder came. I like thunder. I was in the bathroom shaving when the big one hit. It scared me pretty good.

Maisie too…she screamed.

Thunder in the city sounds like bombs going off. I dreamed about bombs going off in the city last night because of the storm.

So, we had a somewhat-memorable-normal-Friday-night thanks to sickness and thunder storms.

Lively Seville

This past week I had a chance to go to Seville, Spain with a CA research team. (It’s funny that in the past two weeks I’ve been to Prague and Spain, before these trips I had only been out of the center of Paris one time over the past 9 months!) When Jen and I interviewed with CA over three years ago, these teams were something that I wanted to be a part of. The main objectives of these teams are to go to a city, meet w/ leaders, do some cultural observation, and determine what possibilities there are for CA to begin a work there. Starting new churches is what I am passionate about and serving on these teams is a cool opportunity to serve. I learned a lot about asking the right questions and seeing things through a strategic lens.

My friend Rogier did a good job blogging about our trip. Christian Associates (CA) primarily starts English-speaking international churches for the emerging culture in cities across Europe. So the two things we were looking for the most were: 1. Is there a large population of people in the city who would fall into the category of ‘emerging generation’? 2. Is there a population of English-speakers in the city?

I’ll share a few glimpses of my trip that will reveal what we found.

Seville has a great football club (soccer team), and they won the UEFA cup the day before I got there. The championship game was held in Scotland and there was a huge group of fans on my plane returning home from going to the match. Most of the fans were about my age…late or early 20’s. So in line I started to talk with one of the guys about the game…well tried, because he didn’t speak English.

When I landed in Seville I wasn’t quite sure where to catch the bus so I asked another young couple from my flight. But they didn’t speak English and just pointed and made gestures…but were helpful. On the bus into the city I had no clue where to get off the bus and asked a few people if they spoke English, but ended up speaking French with a French woman to get an idea where to go from her tourist book.

When the bus ended I just followed a crowd of people. I asked a few more people if they spoke English and finally found somebody who did. They were German.

The rest of my trip was more of the same. Thankfully I remembered some Spanish from when I lived in California. Understanding French was helpful too as they are similar languages…I could pick up on the main ideas of a conversation when I really paid attention. We had a great team of people who could speak Spanish, so they conducted most of our interviews and did the ordering! So, our mission to find English speaking people was hard. There are a few thousand American students and few more thousand European international students who go to Seville to study. We concluded that the only significant population of English speakers are these students.

Our search to find marks of the emerging culture in Seville could not have been more different! There are 60,000 students at the university and the city as a whole feels really young. Everywhere we would go we see young people…at Starbucks, in the cafés, at the shops, at the pubs, at the university…At night the city was alive with people going out and enjoying the nightlife culture. However, the people that we saw were primarily Spanish and Spanish-speaking.

This revealed to us that there is a huge need for a church with the CAI DNA, but we would have to maek a few adjustments on our normal strategy of entering the city. There is a huge population of Spanish young adults, but it seems that not many of them are connected with Jesus despite their highly religious culture.

I had a chance to go to a church that we were told was a ‘post-modern’ church of 200 people. When we got there they were singing praise songs written in mid 80’s and the demographic of the church was much more weighted towards an older age in comparison to who we saw in the city. I know that a CAI type of church that did ministry in Spanish would be effective here.

My hope is that God would raise up leaders who speak Spanish to lead a movement in this really amazing city.

That concluded my post, but there are some other random Seville facts that I wanted to list!
Seville is the hottest city in Europe according to average temperature and record high. They hit 50 degrees Celsius one time in recent history! That’s 122 Fahrenheit…think: air conditioning is a good think.

Seville was first a Moorish (Muslim) city, then an ancient Roman city, then a Catholic Roman city, and now a modern Spanish city…The main cathedral in the city center reflects how each era has just built over the previous…It’s like historic pluralism!

Seville has a really cool downtown with super small streets. It was awesome to watch cars try and navigate them…even on the ‘bit streets’ I had to lean against the wall and suck-in so that I wouldn’t get hit!

Seville is really inexpensive compared to Paris! The same drink at a Starbucks in Seville (there were like 6 of them!) cost at least a euro less than in Paris.

Ok…that’s enough for now!

Prague…or Praha

This past week Jen, Maisie, and I had the chance to go for a short vacations with our friends Dennis and Karen in Prague. We had a great time…Here are my random thoughts about the trip…in no logical order…

Prague is beautiful. It is beautiful in a different way than Paris. The buildings are definitely more gothic in style, but they also have this weird thing on them that make them look nice: color. Despite the sky being grey most of the time the color and beauty of the buildings make it a really beautiful place. It’s almost too beautiful to really let it soak in. There is so much to see…Old Square, Charles Bridge, St. Vitus Cathedral, the Castle, and every other amazingly designed building!

Tourists are funny…Living in Paris I have acquired a fair amount of annoyance towards non-locals who stop in the middle of the sidewalk to look at their maps, but this week I was in full tourist mode. Map out. In the middle of the sidewalk. Asking if people speak English. Wearing the ‘I don’t know where the heck I am and this place is confusing’ face…At least I didn’t wear a leather fanny-pack (err uhm…bum bags, for the English readers out there-Nick) like some were guilty of!

The Czech Republic has an amazing, sad, turbulent, and inspiring history. We visited the Communist Museum and learned a lot about how much change they have faced over the past century. At the beginning of the century they were a free state, then after WWII adopted a communist government to help fight their economic disaster. Then in 1989, after the Velvet Revolution they were free of communism again. It’s now eighteen years after communism has ended I feel like the people have a lot of reason for hope. Really cool.

Craig and Sarah let us stay in their really cool place in the middle of the city. Since meeting the Springers two years ago, I’ve thought they were cool, but this week they made a large deposit into their cool point bank: they left marshmallows and rice-krispies for us to make rice-krispie treats. Huge.

We love Dennis and Karen. We had an amazing time…we could have been in the most boring city and still would have had a great time with them. In fact, I think we probably saw less of Prague than we could have because we spent so much time talking…but a trade I would take anyday! Karen is half Czech and we went to where the village where her family was from before her great-grandma moved to the US. This village, Lidice, is no longer in existence as the Nazi army destroyed it and killed all of it’s inhabitants because it was linked with the men who assassinated a high ranking Nazi leader. There is a small and extremely powerful museum to honor the people from the village. It was really cool to experience this with Karen as some people in the photographs were relatives from the past that she never met. I felt like these pictures shouted at me to live life for them. I left with a deep sense of the value of life…I see it so much more when it’s contrasted with how life has been disrespected.

Prague has the most steep escalators I’ve ever been on in my life.

The food in Prague is both good and not expensive…I loved the Czech food: lots of meet and dumplings. All tasty. Also,the original Budweiser, from Budvar, is from the Czech Republic and there are signs for it everywhere…almost like we are in the States with all the marketing!

Prague has a Little Caesars and a TGIF’s. I am ashamed to admit it, but we ate at both of them. Long live crazy bread.

Craig and Sarah have a really cool friend named Irena…She’s Czech and an English teacher in Prague. She was really nice and spent an afternoon showing us around a really old place in Prague called High Castle. One of my only regrets of our time in Prague is that we didn’t hang out with Irena at the beginning of our trip! She was a real joy.

There is a really nice girl named Christina that lives in Prague…We knew her in Paris when she lived here too…She came to the airport to pick us up and helped us get into the city. She’s a saint for helping us out so much!

There are vendors on the street that sell huge hot-dogs…for like 50 cents or something! They weren’t bad…ok…I really liked it!

There is so much more to say about our time, but it’s a miracle if anybody is reading this line right now. Especially with all my amazing links in the article. Boo yah.