Those beautiful hills ...

Thursday, April 18, 2024

By 8:00, we've made some calls and completed a few hours of work. Then we drive into the mountains for our weekly hike. W and I missed a month due to a long respiratory flu. It's fantastic to hit the trails with 11 hikers and 5 dogs. (Missing below: Veronica, our leader and photographer.)

It takes a few minutes to gather and get organized. Today we have to pay an admission fee into the area where we walk. Most popular trails have been monetized in the last 6 years. Other areas have been fenced off, so that we can no longer trek through their meadows and forests.

The view is spectacular. In this mountainous regions of Java, we can see for miles on a clear day like today. Most of the walk is in the forest under partial shade. In the 1930s and 40s, the Dutch planted swaths of pines for coffee trees. The plantations were being developed when Indonesia gained its independence. The pines have grown. The coffee mostly disappeared; some coffee groves are now being replanted under the pines.

On the way home, we pass a squad of young soldiers, marching along the street in full jungle gear and carrying machine guns. They look overheated in their long sleeves and trousers, and helmets, carrying weapons. They're getting a glimpse of what woman go through every day: long sleeves and clothing, headscarf (and sometimes carrying heavy loads). Full covering is the regulation wear for "good" religious women and girls.

A few other hikers and we have lunch at a Sundanese restaurant. The tasty food makes me sleepy - so much oil! We bring home a $3/portion of rawon soup for supper, too. The meat is so tough we can't chew it so we feed it to the dogs. The soup flavor is good though.

The wind kicks up at 3:00, clanging the chimes on the Porch. High clouds skud overhead, cooling the air slightly from its top of 30oC (86oF). It's very pleasant, with a stiff breeze coming across the valley. It's back to work after a shower.

We go to bed early as usual but after an hour of sleep, I'm wide awake. At 10:00, I give up and get up. Maybe a second evening routine will put me out. There's a roach on its back in the shower. Ugh. W is the master of disposing roaches but that's a job for when he wakes up.

There are also a dozen little ants roaming my nightstand, though there's no food on it. I squish them and head into the kitchen to grab the poison chalk. I draw a thick line around my nightstand, the adjoining wall, and the phone charging cord. Hopefully that will kill the ants or at least keep them away. 

My bedside cup of peppermint tea always has a tight lid on it but today the ants swarm up around it. If there's tea left for a cooled morning drink, I have to check carefully - sometimes it's riddled with ants that find their way through the smallest crack. Disgusting, if I forget to look.

Friday

We run errands and grab lunch with dear friends and former coworkers.

Saturday

We cross half the island of Java on the train.

There are older cars and engines to admire, too.

Rivers and rice paddies crisscross fields and mountains on either side

We order our usual rendang (beef stewed in coconut milk and spices). Pretty good.

We're in Jogja mid-afternoon, with W negotiating fares from the train station to the hotel ($3.50). All across Indonesia, vehicles are modified to suit the terrain. Someone's put the front of a motorcycle on this passenger taxi.

An interesting mural and oversize peacock duo greet us as we step off the elevator to our room.

Jonville takes us to an Italian restaurant for supper where we feast and chat.

Sunday

After a hearty breakfast, W and I speak together. Lunch with Jamie, Tasha, their kids, and Megan is wonderful. And after an afternoon rest, we head out with the AG team for Mediterranean Kitchen and more good food. There is much more Western food here than in Bandung.

Monday

We're off to the English Center so W can teach. He's going through a series he has taught around the world, on God and our place in the world. I review Indonesian and do some writing. I'm recording these few sessions I hear. If he never writes down what God has taught him, it may fall to me someday.

I'm editing my upcoming book Letters from Cambridge. It's my first-ever public journal. We lived in a flat above the library where W studied for his doctorate in 2004. I sent it to 120 people every week. I've decided to post outtakes from that on FB.

My first 3 books (on early C20th women in global work) got no promo and have languished. They're available free on KindleUnlimited and on a free Audible trial.

Read more:

*You will keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on You, because he trusts in You. Trust in the Lord forever, for in Yah, the Lord, is everlasting strength. Isaiah 26:3-4

*I will establish my covenant with you, and you shall know that I am the Lord. Ezekiel 16:62

*[Jesus told his disciples:] "Let not your heart be troubled; you believe in God, believe also in Me. In My Father’s house are many mansions; if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and receive you to Myself; that where I am, there you may be also. And where I go you know, and the way you know."

Thomas said to Him, “Lord, we do not know where You are going, and how can we know the way?”

Jesus said to him, “I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through Me. If you had known Me, you would have known My Father also; and from now on you know Him and have seen Him." John 14:1-7

*So it depends not on human will or exertion but on God who shows mercy. Romans 9:16

Moravian Prayer: Lord, we know you are the light of the world. Because of your covenant with us, we know of your great love for us. You have made it easier for us to see this love because of the guidance and strength you have provided to our ancestors. If we look closely, we can see your unconditional love and mercy everywhere and in everyone. Amen.

Lent Day 3: Who are you with?

Who are you with? And who is with you?

Last morning, I met with credentialed women (including a pastor, therapist, and missionaries), cup of tea in hand.

I had lunch and shared our new calling to Indonesia with 15 women. They've met for decades to pray for missionaries and each other. Most are in their 70s-90s. The food was home-cooked, the company warm and inviting, and the prayers sincere.

Finally, W and I relaxed with six dear friends in a nearby suburb. The candles were lit, the cheesecake looked delicious (can't have any = Lent, but it looked good!), and the conversation and prayers were uplifting.

We don't often get so many hugs and affirmations in a day. When we do, we tuck them away to treasure as memories later.

Jesus likewise drew a small circle around him. He had many followers surrounding him with their curiosity, interest in the things of God, and their needs.

His transparency - the laughter, the jokes, the crying, the preaching, the teaching - amazes me. There was no coverup or pretense. No hiding behind social conventions. He asked his closest friends, "Are you with me? Who do you think I am?"

And he felt abandoned and lonely when they fell asleep and left him to pray on his own. "Couldn't you hang out just for an hour?" he asked them. He needed their support and companionship for the final walk to crucifixion.

I wonder, would you and I have stayed awake? Would we have stayed close if our Friend was threatened and on the road to the cross? Probably not.

Would you and I have understood the enormity of Jesus' accomplishments in life and death? Could we have grasped the power of the resurrection? That's doubtful, too.

Yet Jesus invites us to live in His presence - today, tomorrow, and every day. Knowing how imperfect, how faithless, and how fickle we are, He says, "Come. Drink of the water of life. Come close. Find abundant life with Me and in Me."

Today I say, "I'm with you, Jesus. I'm in!" Then, when I dash away, distracted or look away, ashamed by my sleepiness or sin, I'm coming back.

You also? Who are you with today?

Read more:
*David found strength in the Lord his God. 1 Samuel 30:6 NIV

*O LORD, you are my God; I will exalt you; I will praise your name, for you have done wonderful things, plans formed of old, faithful and sure. Isaiah 25:1 ESV

*For freedom Christ has set us free. Stand firm, therefore, and do not submit again to a yoke of slavery. Galatians 5:1 ESV

Moravian Prayer: God, lift us. Hold us. Support us. Empower us. Grant us the courage to throw off the shackles of sin. We long to stand before this world worthy to be called the people of God. Strengthen us, O Lord! Amen.

LAUGHTER: Day 2 with my accountability group

Who on earth are you? Asian facials

 Oh did we laugh!

We doubled over, shaking with mirth until the tears streamed down our cheeks behind the masks. We'd patted on Asian facial masks last night - and then couldn't stand the sight. We took goofy pictures and made faces at each other, while talking about our relationships with friends and family (between chuckles, of course.)

Laughter has always been part of our journey together. I first met Patti in 1992, when she was nurse for the children's choir camp I'd inherited at the last minute. Our camp manager reneged on his responsibilities, so leadership fell on me two weeks before camp started. We rallied volunteers, packed over 100 kids into busses, and had a fantastic week.

Our wacky friendships

Across the hall from my room was the nurse's station. Patti bandaged hearts and limbs as the children streamed in and out.

On the final night, Patti and I walked across the parking lot to the hall where parental volunteers were putting on a show for the kids. She'd painted a big red cross on a white girdle, perching it on her head as a "nursing cap." Over her thrift-store white tennis skirt, she'd pulled a blue cape. White knee-highs topped her white sneakers. Patti schlepped a little blue suitcase as a pretend medical bag. Honestly, she looked like a nurse from a madhouse.

We laughed so hard that we kept having to stop to cross our legs (first time I ever considered the value of Depends). We howled, and barely made it to the show. Oh, how that memory still makes a smile break out!

Hugs after dinner

Patti and I built a solid friendship over the next year, shrieking with laughter at IKEA in Vancouver, talking about homeschool, and studying scripture. In the autumn of 1993, we called Phyllis, a mutual acquaintance, asking if she'd like to form a group with us. "Is it confidential?" she asked right off the bat. "And why would we meet?"

"Yes," we replied. "Utterly confidential. And we'd meet for spiritual accountability." She was in. Then in January 1994, Wilhelmina joined us and the circle of four was complete.

We have laughed and cried our way through sicknesses and health, family transitions, relationship crises, and financial windfalls and reversals. We've showed up for showers, birthdays, weddings, funerals, and celebrations.

Last evening, I thought my heart would burst with gratitude, even as my belly was shaking, looking at the dear, funny faces of my friends.

The house where we laughed and cried
our way during 12 years of retreats

Who do YOU laugh and cry with? Can you trust them completely? Are you committed to praying for their well-being? Determined to keep their secrets safe, as they keep yours?

It took prayer and hard work to bond as a group. But the years of laughter and joy - as well as many tears - have more than repaid our efforts. We've done some pretty funny things over two decades.

Thanks be to God, who laughs - and cries - with us.