Village Trip--Part Three

12:45 am.  I need to go to the bathroom.  Bad. The house is completely pitch black.  If I got up, would the door be locked?  Is there another door at the base of the stairs that lead up into the house that might also be locked?  I didn’t pay attention enough yesterday to know the answer.  What if I got up, and woke everyone up, and Yi Han had to find the key to let me out of the house?  I decided to risk it and not get up.

So I prayed.  “Please God, let me make it until morning!” 

Off and on throughout the rest of the night I would wake back up….because I still needed to go to the bathroom, and also thanks to the fact that Mr. Luo snores.  Big time.  The fact that he smokes like a freight train and had a cold on top of that probably aggravates his ability to breathe at night, and I had to wonder if he was just going to completely stop breathing at some point during the night. 

6:45 am.  Its light enough that I can make it outside now, and Yi Han is building a fire in the kitchen stove.  Walking out to the bathroom her dad meets me and says, “You’re up early.” 

The food starts again as soon as I walk back into the house.  Yi Han’s mom offers me some sticky rice and as much as I love sticky rice, I couldn’t manage to eat it all….still so full from the night before.  There would be a special noodle dish this morning as well for breakfast.  Stinky Noodles.  Those of you who know me in this Asian context know that I’m not big on noodles for breakfast….much less ones that will be stinky. 

The sister-in-law was in charge of the whole noodle making process.  There was a bag of some special type of homemade rice flour that had undergone some special process and was then steamed in banana leaves before she added a lot of water to it to make a very sticky dough.  She kneaded and kneaded the dough and then used a type of press to make the noodles. 

The dough and the press.  

Sister-in-law making the noodles.  Notice the turtleneck and pants.  I was wearing a light cotton 

skirt and a t-shirt.  People here start to think its cold if its less than 75 degrees outside.

Much to my surprise, the noodles where not as stinky after being cooked.  Logan and I were encouraged to add chives, cilantro, pepper, salt, and MSG to our noodles, and they were really pretty good.  

After breakfast, Yi Han took me and Logan and SY to see the temple.  Yi Han had talked awhile to some of the ladies at the temple, and then we walked back to the house to start preparing for lunch. 

-da 

Village Trip--Part 2

The van pulled up outside of Yi Han's house.  Her mother was waiting at the gate, much like my mom and dad will walk out and wait on the front porch once they see headlights or hear my brother's pick up headed down our section of dirt road.

It was a traditional house on stilts that Yi Han spent most of her growing up years in.  The house was built in 1984, and when her dad was asked how old the house was, he had to turn and look at the beam where "1984" was painted in what probably used to be a bright red before he could answer us.  Or rather answer Yi Han. Yi Han's mother doesn't speak a word of Mandarin, although she understands some.  Her dad speaks a little, but he relied more heavily on speaking to Yi Han in DL rather than speaking to us in Mandarin.

We were instantly welcomed and told to sit out on the patio.  And as soon as we sat, the food starting coming and it didn't really stop the whole time we were there.  We were served cucumbers and purple sticky rice w/ peanuts and some sugar wrapped in banana leaves and steamed (delicious).  Yi Han immediately started cooking various things, catching up w/ her mom, and talking w/ her sister-in-law.  We sat and sat and talked and talked, and every so often someone would yell at Little Luo to stop messing w/ the chickens.  I pulled a stool inside the house to sit with Yi Han and her sister-in-law and watched them spoon a mixture of sticky rice flour mixed with brown sugar and a mixture of crushed red beans and more brown sugar into more banana leaves to wrap and steam for later that night.  Yi Han said, "When I get done we can go buy something to drink besides water, I know you're thirsty, and we can go see something, or do something, because I'm sure you're bored."  I replied, "Yi Han, don't you know that you are the only person who has invited me to their home?  We are more than happy to be here with your family and sit and talk and just be."  I don't think she fully believed me at first, but finally I convinced her that I was telling the truth.  When she believed me, she then asked whether or not we wanted to sleep there at the house or for them to take us into town to a hotel for the night.  I didn't want to impose, but secretly wanted to stay there, so I said essentially, "As you please.  But I know that sleeping here would be a lot of fun."  So it was decided that we would stay w/ her family and sleep in the living room on the floor w/ Yi Han, Little Luo, Mr. Luo (her husband), and SY--the friend who had accompanied us.

We all kind of sat around until it was dinner...well, the guests sat around, and the family worked.  And then suddenly Yi Han carried out onto the patio a small wicker table full of food.  Logan, I, SY, Mr. Luo, and Yi Han sat down to eat, and a few of Mr. Luo's co-workers from the school joined us.  Yi Han's mom and dad weren't hungry, being used to eating around 9 pm, and Yi Han's sister-in-law and brother went out to cut the rubber trees...which is mostly done at night after it gets dark, or very early in the morning around 4 or 5 am.

We cleaned up the patio area after we had all eaten entirely too much and Yi Han said, "The girls will now go next door and take a shower where there is hot water, and the boys can stay here to shower."  I didn't expect to get a shower, so we didn't bring towels, so there was a lot of 不好意思 (so embarrassed b/c I didn't bring a towel) going on until a fresh, clean, unused towel was produced and we girls marched off to shower.  (It did feel good to get the sweat off, even though I refrained from washing my hair for the sake of time and trouble.)

When we got back to the house, YH's brother and sister-in-law had returned from the rubber trees, and their daughter was entertaining every one in the house.  She is about 2 years old and super cute.  She loves her grandmom and granddad, and followed her granddad just about every where that he went.

We unrolled our mats and blankets and hung up mosquito nets and essentially were ready for bed.  Everyone was pretty tired, and I didn't have a problem going to sleep.  Staying asleep was going to be a different story.

--da


Two pictures from the afternoon at the White Pagoda.  I had to beg Little Luo to take this with me.

And here is Little Luo and Mr. Luo.  No begging had to be done to get this photo.  It seems like with Mr. Luo gone all week teaching, Little Luo really, really wants to spend any moment he can w/ his dad.  He needs both of his parents at home, and he needs his dad to be more of the primary disciplinarian in the home, but the Chinese family and discipline practices and education system are another post for another day too.  

Village Trip--Part One

On Friday, I finally was able to nail down the details of our weekend.  We would leave on Saturday around 5:00 pm and then come back on Sunday, sometime in the afternoon.  On Saturday, Yi Han called me at 11:00.

“Business is slow today, so let’s just go after you eat lunch.” 

Logan and I threw a few things in a bag, ate lunch, and met Yi Han at 1:30 at the newspaper stand.  She and her husband would ride on the motorcycle, and Logan and I would accompany their son Little Luo and one of Yi Han’s friends, SY, on the bus.

We got off the bus at MFL, about 5 kilometers before YH's village in order to do a little sightseeing in the area.  MFL is the home of the famous White Pagoda of Xishuangbanna.  A woman caught us at the beginning of the road that led to the pagoda and insisted on the foreigners buying tickets for 5 kuai (74 cents) a piece.  I've always joked that most times it seems that nationals get in free, or for cheaper at least, and we get to pay what we call the “white face discount”.  Whether it was because Yi Han argued w/ the woman that she was from right up the road, or it really is the case that all this business about buying tickets to get into places is just to make a buck off the foreign tourists, Logan and I were the only ones charged.

Legend has it that Buddha stepped here and left his right footprint on a rock.  His left footprint can be found about 3 miles down the road, where the Black Pagoda was then built.  We spent maybe half an hour looking around.  The place was deserted of all tourists but us, probably due to the fact that it was incredibly hot.  Here is the image of the Buddha.

The pagoda from the front entrance.  It was build in 1204 AD.

The back side of the pagoda.  Pretty much like the front side...but I liked the clouds and the super blue sky in the background.    

After we looked around to our heart's desire and couldn't stand the intenseness of the sun any longer, we all marched back down the stairs and found a van that took us the few kilometers to Yi Han's village.

--da  

Village Trip--Intro

Around the time of Chinese New Year (February), I met someone who is now my very best national friend in all of JH.  She works all day every day in a small stand where she sells newspapers/magazines/milk/yogurt/water/etc.  To buy fresh milk here, you purchase it from a shop like hers instead of the grocery store….the grocery store sells self-stable milk, and I don’t even know how you make milk shelf-stable, so maybe that will be a post for another day. 

Anyways, I bought milk from her a few times in January and February, and then suddenly her shop was closed for about a week.  Because I walked by her shop almost every other day, I immediately noticed when she reopened.  I bought milk from her that day and told her I was glad she was open.  She explained that she had had to close when her father-in-law got sick and had to spend some time in the hospital.  (Hospitals and the whole health care system is also another post for another day.)  We talked a bit, and I headed home.  You could say it was the beginning of a beautiful relationship. 

Since then I have frequented her shop often, and we will sit and talk for a few hours, or as long as my Chinese can hold up for the day.  About a month ago, we really started working on English together, and I can honestly say she is the only person I have ever really enjoyed teaching English to.  When we had some friends from Lubbock here for the summer, I took the girls by one day and we chatted.  Here is a picture two of the girls took w/ 玉罕。 (Yu Han would be how you pronounce the characters…but b/c she belongs to a minority people group, her name is actually Yi Han, and so 玉罕 (Yu Han) is just the Mandarin (Chinese) version of her name.)

A few weeks ago she invited us to come out to her village.  She rarely goes home (because she works every day), and so we were super excited to accept her invitation and travel about 45 kilometers to her hometown.  Over the next few days, I’ll blog about our time there.  We did manage to take some pictures while we were there, but not many.  I’ll admit that it makes me feel really strange taking pictures sometimes…kind of like its an invasion of the person’s privacy to just go around snapping pictures of their way of life.  Anyways, look forward to at least a couple of posts over the next week!

--da

(Thanks to Elizabeth for letting me jack the photo from facebook w/o asking.)

The Gospel in Prose- Part Four

My Salvation

21 Now when my time came and I placed my faith in Jesus, God instantly granted me salvation.

22 He forgave all my sins, past, present, and future.

23 He made me his child, adopting me into His family.

24 He gave me the gift of the Holy Spirit, who gives me God’s power, who pours out God’s love within my heart, and who tenderly communicates to my spirit that I am a child of God and an heir of eternal glory in heaven.

25 In saving me, God also freed me from slavery to any and all sins.

26 I no longer have to sin again, for sin’s mastery over me has been broken!

27 In saving me, God also justified me, and being justified through Christ, I have peace with God that will endure forever.

28 In justifying me, God declared me innocent of my sins and pronounced me righteous with the very righteousness of Jesus.

29 God also allowed his future and present wrath against me to be completely propitiated by Jesus, who bore it upon himself while on the cross.

30 Consequently, God now has only love, compassion, and deepest affection for me, and this love is without any admixture of wrath whatsoever.

31 God always looks upon me and treats me with gracious favor, always working all things together for my ultimate and eternal good.

32 God’s grace abounds to me even through trials.

33 Because I am a justified one, he subjugates every trial and forces it to do good unto me.

34 When I sin, God’s grace abounds to me all the more as he graciously maintains my justified status as described above.

35 When I sin, God feels no wrath in his heart against me.

36 His heart is filled with nothing but love for me, and he longs for me to repent and confess my sins to him, so that he might show me the gracious and forgiving love that has been in his heart all along.

37 God does not require my confession before he desires to forgive me.

38 In his heart he already has forgiven me; and when I come to him to confess my sins to him, he runs to me (as it were) and is repeatedly embracing and kissing me even before I get the words of my confession out of my mouth!

39 God does see my sins, and he is grieved by my sins. His grief comes partly from the fact that in my moments of sin, I am not receiving the fullness of his love for me.

40 He even sends chastisement into my life; but he does so because he is for me, and he loves me; and he disciplines me for my ultimate good.

41 I don’t deserve any of this, even on my best day; but this is my salvation, and herein I stand. Thank you, Jesus

(From Milton Vincent's A Gospel Primer)

The Gospel in Prose- Part Three

God’s Work on My Behalf

16 However, what I could not do, God did - and in doing it, He did it all, sending his own Son into the world to die on the cross for my sins, thereby showing me unfathomable love.

17 God loved me so much that he was willing to suffer the loss of his Son, and even more amazingly, he was willing to allow his Son to suffer the loss of him at the cross.

18 Jesus loved me so much that He was willing to lay down his life for me. No one could ever love me more or better than Jesus.

19 On the  third day after Jesus’ death, God raised him from the dead, thereby announcing that his death was completely sufficient to atone for every sin that I have or will commit throughout my lifetime.

20 God then exalted Christ to his own right hand, where Christ now reigns from on high, granting salvation and forgiveness to all who call on Him by faith.

(From Milton Vincent's A Gospel Primer)

The Gospel in Prose- Part Two

My Sin Against God

10 Yet I could not have failed this great God more miserably than I have.

11 Instead of giving thanks to Him and humbly submitting to His rule over my life, I have rebelled against him and have actually sought to exalt myself above him.

12 Going my own way and living according to my own wisdom, I have broken countless times either the letter or the spirit of every one of God’s Ten Commandments.

13 Thinking myself to be wise, I have shown myself to be a fool; and because of my arrogance, God has every right to damn me to the everlasting experience of his terrifying wrath in the Lake of Fire. 

14 So as for myself, apart from Christ I am bound by the guilt of my sins and also bound by the power of sin, enslaved to various lusts and pleasures.

15 Apart from Christ, I am also utterly deserving of and destined for eternal punishment in the Lake of Fire, completely unable to save myself or even to make one iota of contribution to my own salvation.

(From Milton Vincent's A Gospel Primer)

The Gospel in Prose- Part One

The Glory of God

1 My God is immense beyond imagination. He measured the entire universe with merely the span of his hand.

2 He is unimaginably awesome in all of his perfections, absolutely righteous, holy, and just in all his ways,

3 He has also been unbelievably good and merciful to me as the Creator and Sustainer of my life.

4 Every breath, every heartbeat, every function of every organ in my body is a gift from him.

5 Every legitimate pleasure I experience is a gift from his loving hand to me.

6 All that I am and all that I have I owe to him and to his goodness.

7 My life in every way is, and will continue to be, utterly dependent upon him in whom I live and move and have my being. 

8 This wonderful God is the most supremely worthy Object of admiration, honor, and delight in all of the universe;

9 An he has created me with the intention that I might glorify him by finding my soul’s delight in him and by living in joyful obedience to him in all of my ways. 

(From Milton Vincent's A Gospel Primer)