Lippo Cikarang, West Java, Indonesia

I phail. A lot. Here were my goals for 2012:

  • Run a marathon or two half marathons or 1000 miles in 2012
  • Fill up 3 pages of passport with stamps or fly 20,000 miles
  • Blog at least 28 days per month – hold me to this please! It just needs to be something not a treatise on microeconomics
  • Only eat desserts at special occasions (birthdays, holidays, etc and not daily)
  • Read 15 books (150+ pages)
  • Tear out the thorn and let it heal
  • Read a chapter of the Bible before going to bed every night

I definitely completed my travel goal and then some. Instead of flying 20,000mi I actually flew 31.870 see:

I think I also may have completed the book goal let me try and think what books I read in roughly reverse order: Song of Ice and Fire books 1 & 2, House on Mango Street, Fellowship of the Ring, Lord of the Flies, Blood on the River, Ask Me No Questions, Hunger Games 1, 2, & 3, Apocalypse Z, Life of Pi, At the Back of the North Wind, Mayor of Casterbridge, Daisy Miller, I think there could be others that I don’t remember but that’s 15.

Despite a (little) success I am hoping for 2013 to be better. 2012 was a great year and I’m sure I will look back fondly on it in the future.

God is with us!

Lippo Cikarang, West Java, Indonesia

Confession: I’ve been listening to Christmas music. A lot. Even before Thanksgiving. That is a most grievous sin and yet I still committed it quite a bit. A few days ago I just bought an entire Bing Crosby Christmas album on iTunes (I never buy stuff form iTunes – it’s too trendy, expensive when I could just go on Grooveshark. One of my favorite ever Christmas songs:

It’s a lie. Although I sin like those opera vikings a beautiful bird in the shower every morning it doesn’t make the words come true. I’m not going to see my family this Christmas. In a way perhaps. I get to see my girlfriend which is fantastic! But I won’t get the traditional clam chowder, tree decorating and let’s be honest best of all valuable presents! celebrations of Jesus at my home church! And so in the beginning of this 25 days of Christmas Blogging I will start it the way I start everything with a stinky fart caution. As great as this Christmas season will be I know that my home has changed but I suppose that’s what it means to grow up.

Lippo Cikarang, West Java, Indonesia

I’m going to be an uncle.

AWESOME!

Lippo Cikarang, West Java, Indonesia

For a while now there have been certain phrases often repeated in Christian circles that annoy me. Now part of this annoyance is simply that I am critical of what people say but most of it is because people do not always think carefully before they open their mouth and so they turn to very generic phrases that they hear without comprehending the larger implications. I will likely turn this into a series so here is phase number uno:

“All you have to do is surrender yourself to God!”

*submit or give up are acceptable substitutes for surrender.

I recognize that this phrase is biblical and may be useful. However, it is generally employed in such a way that indicates if we, that is humankind, give up ourselves to God then God’s love will be able to change us. It is used to spur on the action of self-denial and instead focus on God. It is used to say that our faith starts with surrender.

My first problem with this phrase is that it is unspecific. In all practicality, what does it mean to “surrender” to God? What am I, French?

The second reason I dislike this phrase is that it places the burden on me. It is a completely legalistic dogma, holding to the Law, what we should do rather than the Gospel of what God has done for us.

The reality is that I am incapable of submitting myself to the Holy Spirit. My sinful human nature means that “I cannot by my own reason or strength believe in Jesus Christ, my Lord, or come to Him; but the Holy Spirit has called me by the Gospel, enlightened me with His gifts, sanctified and kept me in the true faith.” (Martin Luther, Explanation of the Third Article of the Apostles’ Creed).

Faith doesn’t start with me surrendering. But rather “faith comes from hearing and hearing through the word of Christ” (Romans 10:17).

I think that a better way of discussing the general statement of “surrender to God” is to say “repent for the kingdom of God is at hand” (Matthew 3:2). This makes use of the Law to announce that we are sinners. I need God because I am at my very core evil not because surrendering to God is like giving up everything to become a Bielieber.

God is not just a fashion trend that takes over our lives and fades when the fame does. No, God is a father.

Another problem, particularly in the cultural context in which I am in is that of Islam. When I say that the most important part of Christianity is submitting to God’s power I am blurring the distinction with Islam. Islam means Submission and that is the chief idea in the religion. It can certainly be a talking point of comparison but I should never blur the two and thus imply that they are basically the same thing. They aren’t the same at all.

As I mentioned above, the chief problem of this statement about surrendering places the burden on myself but I am incapable of carrying it. Even as a believer, there are times I think to myself: this is crazy. I honestly believe in a God who loves me? Lord, help me to believe.

No, it was Jesus Christ who took my burden. My hatred, greed, selfishness and inability to believe – Christ took my sin as His own burden and it is buried in the empty tomb. Christ is greater than my burdens, I am not. After all, “no one can say ‘Jesus is Lord’ except in the Holy Spirit” (1 Corinthians 12:3).

By making our “surrender” (whatever that means) into the conditionality for God’s grace we are turning the Gospel into a Law and thus diminishing the power and love of Christ.

 

Lippo Cikarang, West Java, Indonesia

Today I forgot to poop had a challenging time on the first day after the lebaran holiday. Of course it would seem that having 10 days off of school would give me ample time to prepare. Did I prepare you dare to ask? About as much as this guy who ran into a bar. I really need to work on time management.

Anyway, today was a Dreaded Day 4. This means that I only have 1 prep. Six classes and an after school sesh (that’s abbreves for session btw) of photography. Having procrastinated like a woman in labor done my homework and recalling what we did before the break, I was able to make the day work out just fine. But man am I pooped (speaking of which I think I need to use the facility)!

My big challenge so far this year has been running consistently – and not my legs either figuring out my 10th graders. They’re too quiet! I’m not sure if they are thoughtful or stupid. Do they need more time or is the pacing alright? Why won’t they discuss when I like discussion-based classes (this one might be the key). I’m just not sure if I’m going anywhere with them. Prayers would be appreciated over it.

Lippo Cikarang, West Java, Indonesia

Two days into the Idul Fitri break and I don’t know what to do with myself. If I was smart I would do a bunch of planning ahead but come on, you can’t expect me to make wise decisions can you? I’ve been semi-productive. I (partially) sorted out my banking situation (yeah money!) but still need to get some other lines in order.

Today I decided that I was going to explore some of LC. I really wanted to get out into the countryside but that is much harder to do than you’d expect. There’s a bunch of factories adjacent to my neighborhood but it is rather challenging to actually get to them. Eventually I took my canoe across the beautiful river a bridge and went past a barracade onto a winding road that had a dirt path into a couple fields. I followed it for a bit but the polluted stream didn’t look to appetizing to try and cross so I ended up making my way to the industrial streets.

I honestly don’t know what they make there but the area looks pretty nice if iron and concrete fences is your thing. I was pretty surprised by how quiet it was but perhaps some peeps are already on holiday. One problem with living here is that my directions aren’t very clear. The sun is North (weird) right now but later on it will be directly overhead and then South. How am I ever supposed to know what direction I’m facing? Eventually I took a little dirt path along the side of one factory wall and there were a couple motorcycles parked there. A dude came from behind some 7-8ft plants with a bundle of what looked like overgrown dill and a mini-machete. I screamed and ran away like a little girl puffed up my chest and kept on walking but the dude followed me. Eventually I found out that it was apparently a dead end and the machete dude was standing just a couple feet from me. He pointed to the edge of the wall in front of me and I saw there was a little path that I’d have to cross the rubbish-covered wire fence and hold my balance to keep from falling in the radioactive water (seriously, the stuff looks like purple kool-aid). I made it and gave a quick Ma Kasih to machete man since I was now right next to the Islamic school where they were practicing duckwalking for the Independence Day celebrations.

Later on I went for another walk to try and figure out what it is that I run past when I muster up the energy to roll out of bed go running. Surely enough, daylight really brings quite a bit of clarity to things. I even found a pretty legit scenic outlook that might make for some great Rocky scenes of me huffing and puffing to the top of the hill as goats, cows and the occasional impoverished Indonesian look on and bleat/moo/laugh at me.

I think it would be a tragedy to not get to know my host community. Besides, I don’t want to do prep work.

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