For those who have not heard, I have made it to Budapest safely with no flight or baggage problems. It is my fourth day here and my flat is feeling more like home everyday. (My next post will hopefully show pictures of my flat and my first few days.)
Shifting gears.
I keep a journal of quotes that I find inspirational or memorable; they are quotes that make me think, make me smile, or make my eyes water. Sometimes, though, the quotes I want to keep are too long for this little black book. Jon Foreman (the lead singer of Switchfoot) writes a blog for the Huffington Post that causes that exact problem. One of his latest posts talks about gardening and the human soul. Are our souls not going deep enough? Are we losing our story, trying to disconnect from the root, only wanting the end product?
If you are interested in the whole post it is called "The Economy of the Garden -- Part One." The website to all of Jon Foreman's posts is www.huffingtonpost.com/jon-foreman. I'm just going to take quotes from this post.
"My wife and I planted a garden this year. This tiny patch of dirt has become a space where small miracles occur daily. The slow and steady growth of the garden contradicts almost everything about our fast-paced world. The constant rush of the freeway traffic nearby seems to grumble in disagreement with the slow and almost imperceptible growth of the garden. The trucks roll through, the beamers and minivans fly past, and all the while the green fingers quietly reach for the sun. Slower than a speeding bullet, slower than the Internet, slower than a snail; the progress that these plants achieve has no advertisement, no PR. In fact, if I put my cell phone down long enough to examine the growth, it appears that nothing is happening. But gradually, a transformation has taken place; over the course of a few months, the ground has become thick with plants.
Lately, I've been thinking that maybe the human soul grows best at the pace of a tomato and not a combustion engine. Maybe the human condition has much more in common with this speechless greenery than I had thought. These silent life-forms really have a lot to say. These days, I've been trying to listen to the slow growth policies of the garden, this incredible place of new beginnings."
"Year round, thousands of strawberries are down the street from most of us at a relatively affordable price. This is amazing! The average American consumes groceries that kings and queens of the past could only dream of: a veritable cornucopia of fresh vegetables and fruits always at our fingertips. Any cut of meat, any beverage, any dairy product -- food from China, France, Australia, South Africa -- all within the reach of the average American salary. How incredible! Everything is available. Everything is for sale. And yet, we have been divorced from the creation of these provisions. Without the garden, I eat my strawberries out of a plastic container at the sink -- devoid of any connection with the earth. My consumption has no personal dedication… a simple, unceremonious exchange: a few anonymous bills for a few impersonal berries. Yes, our stomach and our throats receive these berries the same as if we had grown them ourselves. But are we not more than just stomachs? Are we not more than empty throats?
No, everything matters. The specifics are crucial. Ask your wife if any man will do. Ask a music fan why the Beatles are different than the Stones. Did our gas come from a BP source in the Gulf of Mexico? It matters. Are we buying our electricity or paper products from Enron? It matters. Is your bank using bailout money to pay executives their bonuses? It matters. These are important details. The children's fingers that make our shoes, the migrant hands that pick our strawberries, the repressed souls that mine the diamonds of Sierra Leone: these are not footnotes! No, these are the stories of our brothers and sisters on the planet. This is the fabric of the garden that binds all of us together in this universal ecosystem. We are all connected here on this earth, increasingly so in our global market. Our individual plot lines correspond and cross. Yes, capitalism has brought the world within our reach; but when these products are stripped of context, we begin lose a piece of our own individuality as well.
The fast-food pace of our daily lives cannot replace the slow growth of the garden. When a product is stripped of our narrative, we lose a portion of our own story. We are reduced to an appetite and nothing more. Yes, every anonymous bar code has an intricate connection with the ongoing human story. I'm not trying to swim against the tides of capitalism. And I'm not against grocery stores. I'm simply stating that we lose a piece of our identity when we are reduced to an anonymous pocketbook with a mouth at the other end. The unique identity that every one of us possesses is directly tied to the way we spend our time and our money. Faceless consumerism is hard to call progress. My backyard garden reminds me that my plot is a part of the broader narrative, opening my eyes to the stories that don't fit into a sales tag. The garden reminds me that faceless capitalism alone might not be the best model for our human existence. Maybe the accelerating digital network is not the best soil for the human soul. I want to live with deeper roots even if it means a slower means of travel. Maybe I could spend a little more time in the garden and a little less time in the fast lane. I'm pretty sure that we could all use a little more dirt underneath our fingernails."
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Monday, August 16, 2010
Why Desperate Distractions?
Desperate Distractions began as an email to friends during an exam week at school. I needed a distraction from my studying, but I didn't want it to be a mindless activity -- I would never pull away from it. So I searched for something that would speak truth in my life -- a quote, lyrics, a video, a picture, a thought -- and I would reflect on it, reading/watching/listening to it over and over again.
It became a daily activity. I would stay focused until one moment in the day where I needed a distraction; I needed a break. On one of the first days that I searched for a small truth, I found one that I couldn't contain; I had to spread it. After that day, I sent what I found to a group of friends every day during exam week, and so it followed every exam week. And so it follows now.
According to the OED, desperate means suffering extreme need or having a great desire for, and distractions means drawing away from one point to another. This is exactly what I hope to continue in this blog. It is my hope and my prayer that I may suffer extreme need to draw away and search for a daily truth. I want to have a great desire for God to be my distractions, and I want to share these moments.
What can you expect to see on this blog then? Items that have touched my life, that I have found truth and beauty in, and items that I hope bring reflection. This can range from stories, pictures, and journal entries of my adventures to random quotations and videos that speak to me at the moment. The random items might not have any immediate connection to what I am doing in Hungary, but they will surely have a connection to where my thoughts are.
So I hope you enjoy reading and I hope that I might bring some reflection or conversation to the table, but if I don't, I hope you at least enjoy the pitures.
Prayer Requests:
-For safe traveling this weekend for all of the teams.
-For a smooth adjustment overseas.
Blogs to come:
- An excerpt from a blog post by Jon Foreman
- How did I come to Teach Overseas?
It became a daily activity. I would stay focused until one moment in the day where I needed a distraction; I needed a break. On one of the first days that I searched for a small truth, I found one that I couldn't contain; I had to spread it. After that day, I sent what I found to a group of friends every day during exam week, and so it followed every exam week. And so it follows now.
According to the OED, desperate means suffering extreme need or having a great desire for, and distractions means drawing away from one point to another. This is exactly what I hope to continue in this blog. It is my hope and my prayer that I may suffer extreme need to draw away and search for a daily truth. I want to have a great desire for God to be my distractions, and I want to share these moments.
What can you expect to see on this blog then? Items that have touched my life, that I have found truth and beauty in, and items that I hope bring reflection. This can range from stories, pictures, and journal entries of my adventures to random quotations and videos that speak to me at the moment. The random items might not have any immediate connection to what I am doing in Hungary, but they will surely have a connection to where my thoughts are.
So I hope you enjoy reading and I hope that I might bring some reflection or conversation to the table, but if I don't, I hope you at least enjoy the pitures.
Prayer Requests:
-For safe traveling this weekend for all of the teams.
-For a smooth adjustment overseas.
Blogs to come:
- An excerpt from a blog post by Jon Foreman
- How did I come to Teach Overseas?
Sunday, August 1, 2010
A Black Widow's Story
An entry from my journal:
I look for a black widow everyday under the drinking fountain. If it's there I crouch down and watch it, sitting there, waiting, shifting slightly on occasion. Everyday, I notice its web growing more complex, more intricate under the drinking fountain between the outlet and the wall.
I could kill it. I could intercede and end its life immeditely for fear of my life. Or I could wait; I could let it live. Watch it everyday and see how it grows.
Like a freshly planted flower, I must do my part in watering it and providing sufficient sunlight, but after that I must wait. I must let it grow. I can't force it to grow. I can't make it grow any faster then it would, I must watch it. Provide my part and watch.
It's hard for me to do. Immediately, I want to kill the spider -- protect myself. Immediately, I want to see a massive beautiful flower -- the fruits of my labor. But that's not how it works. I must leave myself open to attack, do my part, and wait. Nothing will happen the way I want it to, so why force the hand.
Two good friends once told me this, sometimes we try so hard to create the image we want to see that we don't let God do His work.
Prayer Requests:
- Continuous prayer for support. My support has only inched closer since my last post.
- Energy and the drive to learn during these long days of training.
Blogs to Come:
- Why desperate distractions?
- How did I come to Budapest?
I look for a black widow everyday under the drinking fountain. If it's there I crouch down and watch it, sitting there, waiting, shifting slightly on occasion. Everyday, I notice its web growing more complex, more intricate under the drinking fountain between the outlet and the wall.
I could kill it. I could intercede and end its life immeditely for fear of my life. Or I could wait; I could let it live. Watch it everyday and see how it grows.
Like a freshly planted flower, I must do my part in watering it and providing sufficient sunlight, but after that I must wait. I must let it grow. I can't force it to grow. I can't make it grow any faster then it would, I must watch it. Provide my part and watch.
It's hard for me to do. Immediately, I want to kill the spider -- protect myself. Immediately, I want to see a massive beautiful flower -- the fruits of my labor. But that's not how it works. I must leave myself open to attack, do my part, and wait. Nothing will happen the way I want it to, so why force the hand.
Two good friends once told me this, sometimes we try so hard to create the image we want to see that we don't let God do His work.
Prayer Requests:
- Continuous prayer for support. My support has only inched closer since my last post.
- Energy and the drive to learn during these long days of training.
Blogs to Come:
- Why desperate distractions?
- How did I come to Budapest?
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Training Boot Camp
I think I feel the same way David felt when he fell Goliath and said, "Is this real life?" It's unbelievable. Training started and in less than a month I will be flying to Budapest. I've acknowledged that I will be returning to Hungary; I can envision that, but returning to Hungary for my job is something I am just beginning to comprehend. The idea just hasn't set in. Everyday, though, I begin to understand my role better. Living in Budapest -- I can do that. Touring Europe -- I can do that. Being a teammate -- I can do that. Teaching ESL -- I can do better.
Besides challenging my faith and learning about the Hungarian culture, I am learning about how to teach. We have a Teaching English as a Foreign Language (TEFL) class daily followed by teaching ESL in the evening. (Planning a lesson in one hour for a four minute class). It's a lot of stress, but it is pushing me to succeed as a teacher. With every day that I teach, I learn more about humility and gain more confidence.
The training schedule is strenuous, nerve-wracking, and long -- boot camp. Everyday we begin at 7am and end at 10pm, with small breaks intermixed. It is hard, but it is fun and very rewarding. During this month, your constant prayers are a blessing, and I ask for continued prayers for the following:
- Energy and the drive to continue to learn and to put my heart in my work.
- For the other teams going to other countries (Czech Republic, Slovakia, Kazahkstan, Russia, Azerbaijan, Vietnam, and North Africa)
- For open communication in my team.
- For additional support. (I have reached $3,000 of $12,000. Please pray about it and spread the word.)
I'm still learning how to blog well so please bear with me as I find a good length -- I've been dreaming of epic blogs. Blogs that are in the works are the following:
1. Why desperate distractions?
2. How did I come to Teach Overseas?
Besides challenging my faith and learning about the Hungarian culture, I am learning about how to teach. We have a Teaching English as a Foreign Language (TEFL) class daily followed by teaching ESL in the evening. (Planning a lesson in one hour for a four minute class). It's a lot of stress, but it is pushing me to succeed as a teacher. With every day that I teach, I learn more about humility and gain more confidence.
The training schedule is strenuous, nerve-wracking, and long -- boot camp. Everyday we begin at 7am and end at 10pm, with small breaks intermixed. It is hard, but it is fun and very rewarding. During this month, your constant prayers are a blessing, and I ask for continued prayers for the following:
- Energy and the drive to continue to learn and to put my heart in my work.
- For the other teams going to other countries (Czech Republic, Slovakia, Kazahkstan, Russia, Azerbaijan, Vietnam, and North Africa)
- For open communication in my team.
- For additional support. (I have reached $3,000 of $12,000. Please pray about it and spread the word.)
I'm still learning how to blog well so please bear with me as I find a good length -- I've been dreaming of epic blogs. Blogs that are in the works are the following:
1. Why desperate distractions?
2. How did I come to Teach Overseas?
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Welcome.
Hello!
Welcome to my humble abode of words and pictures. Please stay awhile and let these posts settle and ruminate in your thoughts.
In roughly one month, I will be moving to Budapest, Hungary to teach conversational English at a Hungarian high school called Trefort Agoston Kettannyelvu Fovarosi Gyakorlo Szakkozepiskola. (I can neither translate nor say that, yet) This high school is a trade school where I will teach students ranging from beginner to expert (vocab drills to American literature and culture). I don't truly know what the teaching will entail (that is what training is for, and the first weeks of classes), but I seek to learn more and improve my abilities so that I may connect with my students.
My ministry during my time in Budapest is relational. I hope to be an effective teacher so that I may build relationships with my students and be a positive influence in their lives. Besides Jack (Jack and Cindy's blog below) and Sharon, -- my teammates -- I will be the only Christian influence that my students will have. I must first be a teacher to my students, but it is my hope that through my teaching, I may plant a small seed that will grow over time.
Welcome to my humble abode of words and pictures. Please stay awhile and let these posts settle and ruminate in your thoughts.
In roughly one month, I will be moving to Budapest, Hungary to teach conversational English at a Hungarian high school called Trefort Agoston Kettannyelvu Fovarosi Gyakorlo Szakkozepiskola. (I can neither translate nor say that, yet) This high school is a trade school where I will teach students ranging from beginner to expert (vocab drills to American literature and culture). I don't truly know what the teaching will entail (that is what training is for, and the first weeks of classes), but I seek to learn more and improve my abilities so that I may connect with my students.
My ministry during my time in Budapest is relational. I hope to be an effective teacher so that I may build relationships with my students and be a positive influence in their lives. Besides Jack (Jack and Cindy's blog below) and Sharon, -- my teammates -- I will be the only Christian influence that my students will have. I must first be a teacher to my students, but it is my hope that through my teaching, I may plant a small seed that will grow over time.
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