Adjusting to life in the US is causing some of the same feelings and stresses that we felt when we first moved to Germany – just with a lot more sweat (it’s hot here in North Carolina).  We’re having the adventures of remembering how to drive here (Can we turn right on red? What’s this horn thing for? Will the person coming to the intersection on the right have the “right of way” – nope, they have stop sign.  Wait, what’s a stop sign?), remembering how to find things in the grocery store (how many different cereals can you choose from – all made of sugar?) and, in general, remembering just how things are done here.  We’ve been told that for every year you live overseas, it takes 2 months to readjust to being back in your home culture – so that means we’ll be good to go a few months before we return to Germany!!

As a side note – if you live in the US, we’d love to see ya.  Let us know how we can intersect and catch up with ya.

To the people He was talking to, Jerusalem was located right out their back door – where they went to school, worked, and played.  These were the people that they interacted with on a daily basis whether it was who they bought their groceries from or other parents at their kids sporting events.

Judea and Samaria was the surrounding area – like your county, state or country (depending on where you live and how big a place it is). These are people you actually have to make an effort to interact with.

“to the ends of the earth’ – well, you can guess who these people are.  They are the people whom you may never interact with or that God might call you to pack up and go live out life with.

I believe every follower of Christ is to be a witness to all three “fields”.  How we are to be witnesses differs based on how you are called.  In your Jerusalem, you may be called to be a loving spouse, a firm parent, a great friend and listener, or a person who serves others through physical acts of kindness.  In your Judea & Samaria, you may be called to be actively serving the poor in areas you wouldn’t normally drive through, or maybe you are called to be a person of influence that can change laws or create environments for people to be able to fully live or maybe you’re just suppose to stop and help the person whose car has broken down on the side of the road with a smile the whole time. And “to the ends of the earth” maybe you’re called to actually go as a short-term, mid-term or long term missionary or maybe you are called be a sender of people through prayer, encouragement and finances.  So ask yourself, how is God calling you to be a witness in all the mission fields?

Now here’s the interesting thing that bring this back to what it is I do – do you know how fast this information got out to those that weren’t watching?  Within seconds, Tweets were going out and a few moments later we were able to watch it again on YouTube.com .  This morning I awoke to find out what happened to the invader (he was arrested) and what his real name was and that he does this all the time in mainly sporting events (bet he knows how to out run a taser now and avoiding a tackle).  Even his Wikipedia page was already updated with last night’s antics.

[Update:  Switched to another copy of the video as the other one died - plus here's a link to the whole show available until June 19th]

So I guess my question is that if something as benign as jumping on stage can make its way around the globe so quickly – why do more important messages about things like hope and love seem to take so much more effort? (or only seem to come to me in emails with some fluffy Powerpoint attached?)

When young children are showing the aptitude to become chess masters, they sit them down and show them all the chess pieces, where they sit on the board and how they move.  All the pieces except the Queen (if you don’t know chess, the queen is a very powerful piece that can move in all sorts of ways).  As they play people and learn the strategies of chess, no one gets to play with a queen.  They learn all about chess and develop strategies using the full abilities of all the different pieces without being dependent on the queen.  Once they have come to a point of mastering these strategies, they are thrown for a loop when their next opponent comes in and has a queen and they still don’t.  They must continue to play without a queen while their opponent gets to use this very powerful piece.  They must continue to play until they develop an understanding of how to use all the other pieces strategically to still win the game – even against their opponent’s queen.  It’s only until they continue to play other players who have a queen and win repeatedly that they are awarded a queen to then play with.

In the church planting context – you might consider the Queen to be Sunday Morning.  In the past, many churches have started with a Sunday morning only to be try and make Sunday morning do everything – build community, discipleship, worship, etc.  Sunday is weighed down and if there’s something wrong with Sundays, then the church doesn’t make it.  But what if in our church planting strategies, we start out not dependent on Sunday mornings.  While Sunday mornings can create numbers quickly, many sitting there are only keeping the pews warm.  What if we instead concentrate on the different aspects of church and only introduce Sunday mornings once these other things are in place?  What kind of life transformation would happen then? Anybody out there seen this lived out and would like to comment?

The second part of the trip was working with a family that lives it.  I blogged a little bit about The Anchorage Project yesterday but living around Joe, the director, was really expanding what I had discussed the week before.  This was taking things beyond book knowledge and I have to say, I loved it!! Now it wasn’t anything about the conditions – I’ve been in a lot worse places but we had a lot of cold, wet walks by the river, it was 12-15 hour days working on the computers, equipment was late arriving, and they had recently painted our B&B room which freaked my sinuses so I was having nose bleeds.  (However, we did get the Irish Breakfast every day that we worked there – not heart-healthy though – see the right side photo).  It was working at The Anchorage Project putting in an Internet Cafe and Wifi Hotspot that I got to see many of the principles we had talked about living.

One night Joe was running a time for some of the kids in the neighborhood but an older gentlemen stopped by and I spoke with him.  He spoke with such a thick Irish accent I wondered if we were speaking the same language (in case you’re wondering – we weren’t.  I think we might have better been off if we had been speaking German).  In the end, I caught that he wanted me to tell Joe that he had stopped by.  He said his name (which I had to ask him a couple of times to repeat because of the accent) and he finally said, “Just tell Joe – He knows me!” He said it in such a way as if he felt that he and Joe were best of friends.  When I talked to Joe about him later, I found out their relationship wasn’t that close but Joe makes everyone he meets and interacts with feel like he really knows them.  I think that’s the thing.  He takes the time so that people feel connected with him.  It’s not that Joe doesn’t have things to do; he’s actually extremely busy with The Anchorage Project and his family (small Irish family with 5 kids) but he still takes the time so that people know they are important.  I want this to be a part of my life.

However, when I got my prescription filled and looked at the box of pills, I was wondering if the doctor was trying to say something about me.  After all, he prescribed me   Retardtabletten .   I honestly burst out laughing when I saw that.

In all seriousness, Retardtabletten just means that they are SLOW dissolving tablets.

[Ok, I know this is politically incorrect to joke about and I'm in no way implying anyone other than myself is retard in this situation.]

K:  The grass is growing and green.

Me:  Yep.

K: The trees are getting leaves and the flowers are blooming.

Me: Yep

K: I think spring is here.

Me: and so are the allergies (awwwcheeeewwww!)

(Update:  Woke up to our car having frost all over it so I guess mostly spring is here)

Alex and I the other day after I was getting him to do some chores around the apartment:

A:  Why do you always ask me to do all this stuff?  I’m just a kid.

Me:  Why do you think I had a child?

So the thought came through our heads – “God must have wanted us to have 50 Euros!”

Then we both thought – “Great but what’s going to happen to us that we are going to NEED 50 Euros!” I’ve been paranoid ever since putting it in my pocket.

Yep, warped.

He spoke only one or two words of English and his German had a thick, local accent but he was extremely jovial and was always cracking jokes and having a good time.  He made the pains in our shoulders from mixing and putting up putz forgettable as he always had a smile and his laugh was contagious.  Because of his looks and this laughter, he was nicknamed “Santa Claus” by many of us here.

This last week he died on his daily walk with friends.  He is missed greatly.

On a another note, my Great Aunt Marjorie also died this last week.  She is deeply missed but we are comforted to know she is with her Best Friend now.