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| She actually got stranded for a minute |
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| Higher Than it Looks |
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| Portuguese Thanksgiving Meal |
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| Daily Walk to the Store |
Saturday, November 30, 2013
Pics of Our Anniversary Hike
Wednesday, November 13, 2013
Inspiration
The other day, I tried out for Senior Speaker for my graduation. As a non traditional student, I had little in common with my fellow colleagues (other than long study nights and library hours and a bunch of student debt, you know that stuff). I wasn't sure what to speak about for my tryout, so I though about what the last three and a half years have given me, and the rest of the graduates.
I do not believe everybody has to go to college. I do not believe it makes anybody better as person, solely because they went to college. That being said, university education is a great opportunity for an individual to grow in numerous ways. It gives us experiences, knowledge, and, as I discoursed about, inspiration. I told the story of a rock star professor that gave a speech I had heard at Steph's graduation that had inspired me to pursue my college career (or at least to FINISH my undergrad :). I spoke about how a university education is much and 'to whom much is given, much is required. Then, I gave a number of guidelines that I have seen as patterns in the lives of inspirational people living inspirational lives.
I finished, listened to the other speeches (which were quite good) , said my 'good byes' and 'thank yous', and signed off. I did not get the part...
Going into the speech. I told others, and myself, that whatever the outcome I could not be upset. The words I spoke were truly mine (other than the occasional inspirational quote :), truly my feelings, my inspiration from others. I am proud of my speech, not because I think that it was a great speech, it wasn't terrible, but because I gave it. I was afraid, nervous, still am oddly, but I'll get back to that.
Portugal has, in so many ways, inspired my life. It's people, character, charm. It's beauty, fortitude, wild yet calm nature. It has given me, given us, so much. It would be tragic to not share what we have been given with others. Sadly, this blog has not contained the magic that this experience has been. However, we will, for the rest of our lives, share with others what we have garnered from our time here.
Back to the speech. It is always easy to say that something won't be a big deal, until it happens, then your brain tells you it is, or your heart, they like to pretend they are the other sometimes I think. After getting the news that I did not get it, I quickly found myself caring, wondering. People, professors, that I respect, rejected my efforts, for whatever reason (the guy who got it did give a good speech, and I have no disillusion that mine was crazy awesome). Instead of thinking, "Hey, his was just better", insecurity slipped in like a thief in the night, saying "Maybe this... maybe that. Maybe they think this... maybe they think that". Distance, mixed with culture stress/ culture shock can make the mind do crazy things. It can make you doubt yourself and many other things.
What I feared (however misguided and unfounded, I hope :) those thoughts may be) is that I had not had the respect of some of those I look up to the most. And that turned into the prospect of doubting myself, and the prospect of failing at other things upon returning to the states; jobs, grad school, etc. I have always struggled with insecurities such as this, and I won't get into reasons (not necessary for this message). I believe those were sincere in the positive critique they gave of my speech now. This is no reflection of those professors, it is, solely, me, and a part of this story. And back to it at that.
I cannot be sad, or discouraged, for long at least ( I was, surprisingly to myself, grumpy/ bummed for a day). For once, I will take my own advice. I spoke about how we need to realize, and not be discouraged at failure, or opposition. It is, as I said, the very things that create the stories that romance our souls (a little much?). The truth is, it matters little in many regards how others feel about us. This is not to say that we shut others out, or stop listening. It is just this, and little more: no matter what others think, when you feel called to do something, work hard, until it is done or until you get other orders. Surprisingly, I forget to not care as much about how others see me as much as how hard I work at what it is I should be becoming. I saw a great quote (on Facebook, but, whatever). about seeking to love more than to be loved. I forget a lot that this is what we are called to live like. As difficult as this is, it is good. It is possible, if not probable, that I will fail at a number of things in my life, as I have in the past. But how tragic to forget the people, and experiences in my life who have inspired me to be what I would have the world to become... better.
God, my wife, my friends, those very professors. They have all been a part of the grand symphony of inspiration that has taught me that no, matter what, one foot must always follow the other. As we surfed with a friend today, I am reminded, if I miss a wave, there is most assuredly no other like it to follow, they are as unique as snowflakes, they also most assuredly, there will be other waves that follow. If one pouts and drags their board to shore because they ate it hard and missed an opportunity, they will never experience what it feels like to walk on water (which btw, we shall never forget who lifted Peter when he sank).
Back to Portugal. As we near our times end here, the amount of gratitude we owe these people, this place, for what it has inspired in us, living life poetically and inspired, cannot be overstated. To ever life an inspiring life, one must be inspired, to have giants shoulders to stand on (as Issac Newton, or Bernard of Chartres said). Today, Portugal has inspired us, as we prepare to step one foot in front of the other, closer to being back in the states, and further into our future.
I do not believe everybody has to go to college. I do not believe it makes anybody better as person, solely because they went to college. That being said, university education is a great opportunity for an individual to grow in numerous ways. It gives us experiences, knowledge, and, as I discoursed about, inspiration. I told the story of a rock star professor that gave a speech I had heard at Steph's graduation that had inspired me to pursue my college career (or at least to FINISH my undergrad :). I spoke about how a university education is much and 'to whom much is given, much is required. Then, I gave a number of guidelines that I have seen as patterns in the lives of inspirational people living inspirational lives.
I finished, listened to the other speeches (which were quite good) , said my 'good byes' and 'thank yous', and signed off. I did not get the part...
Going into the speech. I told others, and myself, that whatever the outcome I could not be upset. The words I spoke were truly mine (other than the occasional inspirational quote :), truly my feelings, my inspiration from others. I am proud of my speech, not because I think that it was a great speech, it wasn't terrible, but because I gave it. I was afraid, nervous, still am oddly, but I'll get back to that.
Portugal has, in so many ways, inspired my life. It's people, character, charm. It's beauty, fortitude, wild yet calm nature. It has given me, given us, so much. It would be tragic to not share what we have been given with others. Sadly, this blog has not contained the magic that this experience has been. However, we will, for the rest of our lives, share with others what we have garnered from our time here.
Back to the speech. It is always easy to say that something won't be a big deal, until it happens, then your brain tells you it is, or your heart, they like to pretend they are the other sometimes I think. After getting the news that I did not get it, I quickly found myself caring, wondering. People, professors, that I respect, rejected my efforts, for whatever reason (the guy who got it did give a good speech, and I have no disillusion that mine was crazy awesome). Instead of thinking, "Hey, his was just better", insecurity slipped in like a thief in the night, saying "Maybe this... maybe that. Maybe they think this... maybe they think that". Distance, mixed with culture stress/ culture shock can make the mind do crazy things. It can make you doubt yourself and many other things.
What I feared (however misguided and unfounded, I hope :) those thoughts may be) is that I had not had the respect of some of those I look up to the most. And that turned into the prospect of doubting myself, and the prospect of failing at other things upon returning to the states; jobs, grad school, etc. I have always struggled with insecurities such as this, and I won't get into reasons (not necessary for this message). I believe those were sincere in the positive critique they gave of my speech now. This is no reflection of those professors, it is, solely, me, and a part of this story. And back to it at that.
I cannot be sad, or discouraged, for long at least ( I was, surprisingly to myself, grumpy/ bummed for a day). For once, I will take my own advice. I spoke about how we need to realize, and not be discouraged at failure, or opposition. It is, as I said, the very things that create the stories that romance our souls (a little much?). The truth is, it matters little in many regards how others feel about us. This is not to say that we shut others out, or stop listening. It is just this, and little more: no matter what others think, when you feel called to do something, work hard, until it is done or until you get other orders. Surprisingly, I forget to not care as much about how others see me as much as how hard I work at what it is I should be becoming. I saw a great quote (on Facebook, but, whatever). about seeking to love more than to be loved. I forget a lot that this is what we are called to live like. As difficult as this is, it is good. It is possible, if not probable, that I will fail at a number of things in my life, as I have in the past. But how tragic to forget the people, and experiences in my life who have inspired me to be what I would have the world to become... better.
God, my wife, my friends, those very professors. They have all been a part of the grand symphony of inspiration that has taught me that no, matter what, one foot must always follow the other. As we surfed with a friend today, I am reminded, if I miss a wave, there is most assuredly no other like it to follow, they are as unique as snowflakes, they also most assuredly, there will be other waves that follow. If one pouts and drags their board to shore because they ate it hard and missed an opportunity, they will never experience what it feels like to walk on water (which btw, we shall never forget who lifted Peter when he sank).
Back to Portugal. As we near our times end here, the amount of gratitude we owe these people, this place, for what it has inspired in us, living life poetically and inspired, cannot be overstated. To ever life an inspiring life, one must be inspired, to have giants shoulders to stand on (as Issac Newton, or Bernard of Chartres said). Today, Portugal has inspired us, as we prepare to step one foot in front of the other, closer to being back in the states, and further into our future.
For there are these three things that endure: Faith, Hope and Love, but the greatest of these is Love.
-St. Paul
"Today, if you become frightened, instead, become inspired."
-patient on Gray's Anatomy
Wednesday, November 6, 2013
Of Romance and Ransom
Man, we are tired. Sore from crazy Cross-fit workouts for sure, but also tired emotionally. We continue to be active with out friends, attending parties, events, meeting new people. However, our time is dwindling here. Our dreams are oddly filled with scenes of people and places from back in the states. It will be weird not seeing small cars everywhere, people speaking Portuguese or broken English or even the many languages spoken in this Global Village. It will be weird not being able to get Pastel da Natal or Bola de Berlim. We will miss the chorizo and piri piri sauce (at least Danny will). It will be odd seeing streets that are recognizable as streets and not what we thought where cobblestone sidewalks (although they are narrow enough). We will miss the salt water breeze and the rocky shores. Even the constant holy glow of futebol on TVs in cafes and homes.
Mostly, however, it is the people. Our friends have created a home for us. They have opened theirs'. They have opened their hearts to us as well. We will miss seeing their faces, working hard with them in workouts, learning their language and culture, eating meals and drinking cafes. This country has romanced our souls, inspired our minds and hearts in the greatest ways. God has blessed us with a wonderful opportunity to be here. How could we be so blessed?
It always surprises me to hear of people who do not know that Portugal is a country, or even that the Portuguese are cognizant that people are so many people are ignorant of this historical, important, and beautiful country. Many will never be wooed by the cobble stone streets and the charming architecture. They will never be soothed by the symphonic sounds of the Atlantic and Mediterranean waters, or intoxicated by the aromas of fresh thyme and fruit trees springing from the fertile soils. Ignorance of this majestic place is tragic.
If one loves seafood, they will love the Algarve. If it swims, they eat it, with wine, and olive oil. The fruit, vegetables, and nuts not only delight the tongue, but the smells captivate the nose too. The cuisine is one of the best ways to familiarize you with the culture. The artistry and care undertaken awakens the visitor to a magical land worthy of the best novels.
We have come here, learned much, and continue to do so. We have the hope of One who sacrificed much to show us love. We have done our best to share that love and hope with those who have shared their lives with us. We have learned much from them and we pray they have seen what we love, who we love, most.
Mostly, however, it is the people. Our friends have created a home for us. They have opened theirs'. They have opened their hearts to us as well. We will miss seeing their faces, working hard with them in workouts, learning their language and culture, eating meals and drinking cafes. This country has romanced our souls, inspired our minds and hearts in the greatest ways. God has blessed us with a wonderful opportunity to be here. How could we be so blessed?
It always surprises me to hear of people who do not know that Portugal is a country, or even that the Portuguese are cognizant that people are so many people are ignorant of this historical, important, and beautiful country. Many will never be wooed by the cobble stone streets and the charming architecture. They will never be soothed by the symphonic sounds of the Atlantic and Mediterranean waters, or intoxicated by the aromas of fresh thyme and fruit trees springing from the fertile soils. Ignorance of this majestic place is tragic.
If one loves seafood, they will love the Algarve. If it swims, they eat it, with wine, and olive oil. The fruit, vegetables, and nuts not only delight the tongue, but the smells captivate the nose too. The cuisine is one of the best ways to familiarize you with the culture. The artistry and care undertaken awakens the visitor to a magical land worthy of the best novels.
We have come here, learned much, and continue to do so. We have the hope of One who sacrificed much to show us love. We have done our best to share that love and hope with those who have shared their lives with us. We have learned much from them and we pray they have seen what we love, who we love, most.
“Remember that when you leave this earth, you can take with you nothing that have received--only what you have given.”
Saturday, October 19, 2013
And On and On it Goes...
We are excited. The waves are picking up, fall is starting to show, and we are enjoying fall in the Algarve. We have lately been prone to homesickness and culture stress. This has been conflicting because we are enjoying or time and friends here. We have missed birthdays and celebrations back home, yet have had them out here. Living overseas has a way of making you feel two opposing emotions simultaneously.
We have been stressed at the prospect of decisions about where to go and what to do when we return, which is ever-encroaching. On top of that I have to keep up with school work. But we could not forget how blessed we are, and have been, to be here.
Now that most of the tourists have left, life has settled down for most people. People scramble to keep income coming in. The Algarvians are nothing if not diverse. The oddities of the culture, have become normalcy, sort of... We are more versed in the Portuguese language, understand more in public conversations, and are more capable than ever. However, we still struggle from time to time, or use wrong conjugations and grammer from time to time.
We are getting into more deep conversations with our friends, which is great. But we still have to understand individuals, without insulting their intelligence. They may have different presuppositions, but they are not idiots.
Getting in the water and surfing has been cathartic for me. I have been worrying a lot lately about getting into grad school and work. I must continue to remember that I need to pray and trust.
We have been stressed at the prospect of decisions about where to go and what to do when we return, which is ever-encroaching. On top of that I have to keep up with school work. But we could not forget how blessed we are, and have been, to be here.
Now that most of the tourists have left, life has settled down for most people. People scramble to keep income coming in. The Algarvians are nothing if not diverse. The oddities of the culture, have become normalcy, sort of... We are more versed in the Portuguese language, understand more in public conversations, and are more capable than ever. However, we still struggle from time to time, or use wrong conjugations and grammer from time to time.
We are getting into more deep conversations with our friends, which is great. But we still have to understand individuals, without insulting their intelligence. They may have different presuppositions, but they are not idiots.
Getting in the water and surfing has been cathartic for me. I have been worrying a lot lately about getting into grad school and work. I must continue to remember that I need to pray and trust.
“May you live every day of your life.”
― Jonathan Swift
― Jonathan Swift
Monday, October 7, 2013
Blogging During the Daytime
The sun has passed high noon on our time here in the Algarve, the moon and stars of memory are fast setting themselves in our sky. Yet, we must stay present in today as we still have plenty of sunlight left. It can be hard, being here, present, knowing the next faze in life is fast approaching. It can be hard on days that we miss family and friends back home. The comfort of a warm group of affectionate friends helps us though, it is a blanket to the cold night approaching.
Summer here is gone, and a fall much like its summer counterpart is here. Yet days can be hot with cool nights. The buzz of holy light from foteball (the real national religion)games on TV warm the night for many as they congregate in cafes and bars. I have acquired a favorite team, Sporting, as is mandatory here. Most of the tourists have gone, life, at least for the locals, has returned to a somewhat normal. It is much more quiet now, except for that garbage truck that still makes late night visits.
We have continued to hangout with our friends here, growing deeper relationships that will become increasingly harder to leave from. Their worldviews are becoming more apparent, and yet, our group has grown a synthesis with our influence. We have contributed to it, created together "fantasy themes" as they say in communication studies (not dirty!). We share common inside jokes and meanings, opinions and dialogue. We have conversed on issues of religion, theology, politics, ethics...
We continue to be active in sports. It has been the catalyst for building relationships here since the beginning. We are truly blessed by the people we have met through Cross-fit, football, surfing, etc. The culture here seems to be centered around sport life. Since the waves of tourists have left, local ideology becomes more clear. Sports carry with them more than just physical activity, more than just entertainment. They carry belonging, they carry pride. They provide history, hope, identity.
We had the chance to take part in Rota Do Petisco, a tapas style food sampling from traditional restaurants with traditional foods. As usual, we had a great time sampling the colorful flavors of the Algarvian cuisine. Never in my life did I think I would covet the taste of sardines until I moved to Portugal. The Algarve is especially known for them. We have had the best of the best, in company and food.
As time fast approaches, the reality of going back to the states does too. We struggle with the stress of what our next steps are in life. We are struggle with the insecurities that plague risks and effort. I am insecure about what jobs will be out there, what grad schools may or may not accept me, when is the right time to start having kids, and what the situation in the states is as we are returning too, what...Yosemite is closed??? But through the stress and (over?) thinking, we have hope. We have hope the we are not alone, we are being taken care of, and that this life is an opportunity to love, before it is an opportunity to succeed or be recognized. Before it is a chance to be loved, we have a chance to serve in love, to see life as beautiful, not because of what only happens to us, but because of what we can do to life, to the situation we are borne into.
Some might read this (if anyone actually does) and think "that it must be nice to type these words, in such a beautiful place as he is, enjoying life with first world problems". To an extent, they are right, my life has been incredibly blessed, I have such a wonderful experience here. There are so many people who are dying around the world and I have the audacity to have any sort of stress. But it is hoe that has brought me through darker days, through darker times, times hidden, experiences not expressed. Hope from the past that has brought me a hope into the present, and for the future. I believe that The one who has created me, also works to help me be a blessing to the 'others' in my life. That includes the Divine self, my friends, family, etc. I believe he will work with me through all situations, not abandoning me, even in difficult times.
So, we continue, blessed as we are, we experience, study, and enjoy the Algarve and her people. Portugal and all of its quirks and glories has shaped our experience and continues to teach us about life, love, and the pursuit of service.
Summer here is gone, and a fall much like its summer counterpart is here. Yet days can be hot with cool nights. The buzz of holy light from foteball (the real national religion)games on TV warm the night for many as they congregate in cafes and bars. I have acquired a favorite team, Sporting, as is mandatory here. Most of the tourists have gone, life, at least for the locals, has returned to a somewhat normal. It is much more quiet now, except for that garbage truck that still makes late night visits.
We have continued to hangout with our friends here, growing deeper relationships that will become increasingly harder to leave from. Their worldviews are becoming more apparent, and yet, our group has grown a synthesis with our influence. We have contributed to it, created together "fantasy themes" as they say in communication studies (not dirty!). We share common inside jokes and meanings, opinions and dialogue. We have conversed on issues of religion, theology, politics, ethics...
We continue to be active in sports. It has been the catalyst for building relationships here since the beginning. We are truly blessed by the people we have met through Cross-fit, football, surfing, etc. The culture here seems to be centered around sport life. Since the waves of tourists have left, local ideology becomes more clear. Sports carry with them more than just physical activity, more than just entertainment. They carry belonging, they carry pride. They provide history, hope, identity.
We had the chance to take part in Rota Do Petisco, a tapas style food sampling from traditional restaurants with traditional foods. As usual, we had a great time sampling the colorful flavors of the Algarvian cuisine. Never in my life did I think I would covet the taste of sardines until I moved to Portugal. The Algarve is especially known for them. We have had the best of the best, in company and food.
As time fast approaches, the reality of going back to the states does too. We struggle with the stress of what our next steps are in life. We are struggle with the insecurities that plague risks and effort. I am insecure about what jobs will be out there, what grad schools may or may not accept me, when is the right time to start having kids, and what the situation in the states is as we are returning too, what...Yosemite is closed??? But through the stress and (over?) thinking, we have hope. We have hope the we are not alone, we are being taken care of, and that this life is an opportunity to love, before it is an opportunity to succeed or be recognized. Before it is a chance to be loved, we have a chance to serve in love, to see life as beautiful, not because of what only happens to us, but because of what we can do to life, to the situation we are borne into.
Some might read this (if anyone actually does) and think "that it must be nice to type these words, in such a beautiful place as he is, enjoying life with first world problems". To an extent, they are right, my life has been incredibly blessed, I have such a wonderful experience here. There are so many people who are dying around the world and I have the audacity to have any sort of stress. But it is hoe that has brought me through darker days, through darker times, times hidden, experiences not expressed. Hope from the past that has brought me a hope into the present, and for the future. I believe that The one who has created me, also works to help me be a blessing to the 'others' in my life. That includes the Divine self, my friends, family, etc. I believe he will work with me through all situations, not abandoning me, even in difficult times.
So, we continue, blessed as we are, we experience, study, and enjoy the Algarve and her people. Portugal and all of its quirks and glories has shaped our experience and continues to teach us about life, love, and the pursuit of service.
"Life's under no obligation to give us what we expect." -Margaret Mitchell
“The world is indeed full of peril and in it there are many dark places.
But still there is much that is fair. And though in all lands, love is now
mingled with grief, it still grows, perhaps, the greater.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings
But still there is much that is fair. And though in all lands, love is now
mingled with grief, it still grows, perhaps, the greater.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings
Sunday, September 22, 2013
If you read this
If you read this blog, I would like to hear from you. Let me know what you think about my thoughts, I love to share my thoughts with others and theirs with me.
A little Homesick, A Little Happy
Summer is leaving us now. The fall is coming rapidly. It looks a lot like its sibling summer, but a little cooler at night.
We have been able to explore a little more of the Algarve, our southern Portuguese region we call casa for now. There are so many palm trees. This place is home to many tourists and retirees. But it holds a vast. albeit dwindling population of diverse Algarvian people. We meet new people every day, some friendly, some not.
Traveling is an interesting thing. When you spend a bit of time somewhere, things become less noticeable. Sure, we still see the beautiful landscape and cultural cues, but they are less romantic and more real. We are forced to deal with them as a part of our everyday life, not just observing them as onlookers, but engaging them as we try to live, for awhile, overseas. We love getting to know the people and learning how they tick, who they are. Quirks are funny things, its hard to tell whether they are things that should change or just things. People have them, and so do cultures.
Standing in an office for almost six hours to get paperwork done seems a bit excessive, but hey, who's counting (oh that's right, me). Seeing friends dealing with local politicians is an odd position. America is no stranger to politics, but here...
We are strangers in a foreign land, even if it seems Western enough, it's not America. Sometimes, it is a struggle to think of friends and colleagues in Africa, Asia, etc. It seems as if our cross-cultural experience is not as rad as real as theirs. It's weird to admit that, but it's true. Life can so easily become a contest, watching others and comparing experiences. But we lose something in comparison. We forget to live where our feet stand, to be present where we are. Sometimes forgotten people are not poor (international standards) or starving. Sometimes they are just forgotten, right there in front of us. Different. But not radically enough to act.
We have experienced the pessimistic culture that Portugal has a reputation for. We have experienced the bureaucracy as well. We have experienced the impatience of Portuguese people trying to deal with people trying to learn Portuguese. Every culture has its dark side, or quirks, or whatever you want to call them.
To be quite honest, I miss "home" on days like today. I am worried about sick family. I see friends carrying on with life. I am worried about our future when we get back, about school, about work. I want to secure entry into grad school. I desire to be accepted and respected by my professors, people who taught me to love education. Even though my grammar may stress rhetorical function, I have become a lover of education. I desire to become a better academic. I worry about friends here and how they see me. Will we remain friends after we leave? Have we made a lasting impact on their lives?
But with all of this, I trust My Father in heaven, my redeemer. He has been here for me, accepted me, blessed me, guided me. We are blessed with great friends here. We are learning about Portugal and Portuguese life in a beautiful place with beautiful people.
Sometimes we need to stop thinking about what people think about us and live to be the people the world needs, regardless who notices or commends us for it. Inf act, there is one who deserves more attention than us, and we need to live out a life that gives Him attention.
Maybe this is just a rant for this blog, for that I apologize, I am feeling a little homesick today. But if anyone is reading this, remember to be present where your feet stand. Notice this world around you.
Home is neither here nor there. Home is within you, or home is nowhere at all.
-Hermann Hesse
Monday, September 16, 2013
Quick update
I have been silent lately on the blog. Mainly because I have been lost for words. With trouble in the Middles East, I felt as if I was compelled to speak on it; something meaningful, something inspiring, something challenging. But I find myself lost for words. We are also processing the emotions of torn affection. By that I mean that we are homesick, while also sad at the idea that our time here is past half over.
We are loving the people here. Our friends mean a great deal to us. People mean a great deal to us though, and there are many people back home that we miss as well. But what a blessing it is to have affection for people. Even though we miss people, we are blessed with many friends here, most definitely a grace.
As we continue to explore the culture, we find new things daily. Soccer is seen more and more as the state religion :) People here are crazy for it. One cannot escape the enormity of its meaning. If one were to combine football (American), basketball, and baseball, you would get close to what soccer is here.
At night, when walking down the streets of downtown Portimão, the holy glow of TV illumination fills the atmosphere while the buzz of invested fans fills the air. I would like to spend more time around the cafes at night during the games, it seems that one can culturally ascertain a lot here.
We continue to share our hearts with our friends. We hope our hope is shared.
We are loving the people here. Our friends mean a great deal to us. People mean a great deal to us though, and there are many people back home that we miss as well. But what a blessing it is to have affection for people. Even though we miss people, we are blessed with many friends here, most definitely a grace.
As we continue to explore the culture, we find new things daily. Soccer is seen more and more as the state religion :) People here are crazy for it. One cannot escape the enormity of its meaning. If one were to combine football (American), basketball, and baseball, you would get close to what soccer is here.
At night, when walking down the streets of downtown Portimão, the holy glow of TV illumination fills the atmosphere while the buzz of invested fans fills the air. I would like to spend more time around the cafes at night during the games, it seems that one can culturally ascertain a lot here.
We continue to share our hearts with our friends. We hope our hope is shared.
Some people think football is a matter of life and death. i assure you, it's much more serious than that.
-Bill Shankly
Tuesday, August 27, 2013
Amsterdam
So, we just arrived back to Portugal from Amsterdam. We were there to share some time with other learners of culture. It was a fantastic time. Amsterdam is a city full of juxtapositions; the old is balanced by the new, the local by the international, tradition shadowed by progress, the holy faces the unholy, extreme beauty flanked by extreme sadness.
It is a town reminiscent to me in the slightest of ways of Las Vegas. A city of many sights and sounds, attractions and history (albeit not like the history in Amsterdam). But in Amsterdam, as in Vegas, the commodification of the human body, and life, is more than a main stay. It has become a culture, a history, a worldview.
Surrounded by Victorian homes, a beautiful river runs through the city, masking, for a little while, the sold lives and the cultural commodification of sex. A beautiful thing has become sold like a slave. Many of the bodies sold, very well could be slaves. Those bodies, though, have souls, lost somewhere in the darkness of hopelessness. Lost in the dark streets that need more than window lights to illuminate.
As we traveled to the houses of Ann Frank and Corrie Ten Boom, a new reality hit us. This is also a city of hope. If you are unfamiliar with either story, I strongly encourage you to read both. People, who both risked and lost lives for the sake of love and righteousness, gave been immortalized by their courage. They represent a new reality, one of beauty in suffering, freedom in enslavement, hope in hopelessness. Corrie Ten Boom, a seemingly lesser known story of the two (yet not lesser by any means), stood out to me. Her words seem to transcend her situation to a hope in a higher reality, a higher authority in fallen situations. Despite the circumstances, we are challenged to love; at cost, at risk, because it is who we are supposed to be.
I have no judgement for those who sell their bodies, only hope. Hope of a new reality, despite their circumstances, despite their history. I share in imperfection. But I have seen the hope that stands to face the darkness. I have felt the light that burns bright in the allies of hopelessness.
I am greatly appreciative of my experiences, being able to see such a wonderful town. I am greatful for the organization who facilitated that experience. I am also incredibly greatful for those who are in Amsterdam full time to share Light with those there. We had a chance to share that light with a shop keeper there. A man from Egypt who, although smiled a lot, opened his heart to us, giving us his life story. We remain in contact with him. But, it is comforting to know there are workers of the light there.
It is a town reminiscent to me in the slightest of ways of Las Vegas. A city of many sights and sounds, attractions and history (albeit not like the history in Amsterdam). But in Amsterdam, as in Vegas, the commodification of the human body, and life, is more than a main stay. It has become a culture, a history, a worldview.
Surrounded by Victorian homes, a beautiful river runs through the city, masking, for a little while, the sold lives and the cultural commodification of sex. A beautiful thing has become sold like a slave. Many of the bodies sold, very well could be slaves. Those bodies, though, have souls, lost somewhere in the darkness of hopelessness. Lost in the dark streets that need more than window lights to illuminate.
As we traveled to the houses of Ann Frank and Corrie Ten Boom, a new reality hit us. This is also a city of hope. If you are unfamiliar with either story, I strongly encourage you to read both. People, who both risked and lost lives for the sake of love and righteousness, gave been immortalized by their courage. They represent a new reality, one of beauty in suffering, freedom in enslavement, hope in hopelessness. Corrie Ten Boom, a seemingly lesser known story of the two (yet not lesser by any means), stood out to me. Her words seem to transcend her situation to a hope in a higher reality, a higher authority in fallen situations. Despite the circumstances, we are challenged to love; at cost, at risk, because it is who we are supposed to be.
I have no judgement for those who sell their bodies, only hope. Hope of a new reality, despite their circumstances, despite their history. I share in imperfection. But I have seen the hope that stands to face the darkness. I have felt the light that burns bright in the allies of hopelessness.
I am greatly appreciative of my experiences, being able to see such a wonderful town. I am greatful for the organization who facilitated that experience. I am also incredibly greatful for those who are in Amsterdam full time to share Light with those there. We had a chance to share that light with a shop keeper there. A man from Egypt who, although smiled a lot, opened his heart to us, giving us his life story. We remain in contact with him. But, it is comforting to know there are workers of the light there.
"...joy runs deeper than despair."- Corrie Ten Boom
"Love is larger than the walls which shut in in."- Corrie Ten Boom also (shes good)
Monday, August 12, 2013
Fresh Water
Yesterday, I saw a man having a seizure. He was helped by a crowd below my apartment, so I felt my helping would only hinder, but as I watched this dramatic scene unfold, I was struck by a swift emotion of thankfulness. As the man lay, surrounded by good citizens (from who knows where), and the ambulance racing up, I became aware of how thankful I am for people such as this.
One of my best friends in the states is a paramedic. His name is Brian. He is a man of great character, the kind of guy you would expect to see in a crowd of good citizens and most definitely the guy you want pulling up to an emergency. I am thankful he is a friend, I am thankful he has been there for me in times of need.
I find myself surrounded by people, good citizens, blessings. We are blessed with an amazing language teacher here. She is a breath of fresh air, her and her family. We are most indebted to her kindness and tutelage. What I am struck by is that there is so much, so many people, so many things to be thankful for everyday. Blessings hidden by familiarity, brought to light by drama, by necessity, by emergency.
Tradition is a great thing. It gives us a story that helps paint our identity, it gives us context, understanding. What we risk in tradition, though, is a fresh vision. We risk the lack of risk. We become what we know, not what we may know. What was once lively and dramatic has become stone and dusty. We relive it to make it new-ish. And yet, how much more lively when we seek to engage, to dance with, those blessings that surround us like the cool night air come to refresh our souls. We have risked, for too long, the dry arid desert of old. Yet we cannot abandon history to nothingness. It is important, necessary.
We must strike a balance between remembering the past as hope for the future. As relics to remind us of the current and present hope. The spirit that haunts us, that has not dissipated to the depths of oblivion. Those blessings that we so often forget that are right there to drive up and resuscitate us, lights flashing, holding our heads as we seize in and struggle.
I am reminded of what I have taken for granted, what my history sight has distorted, or forgotten. A fresh view of One who blesses, of One who redeems. I am filled with thankfulness for a hope in something not solely of the past, locked in time, subject to the annuls of dust and rust. I am thankful for an active Spirit, a fresh well of living water. Fresh, like the water given by faith.
One of my best friends in the states is a paramedic. His name is Brian. He is a man of great character, the kind of guy you would expect to see in a crowd of good citizens and most definitely the guy you want pulling up to an emergency. I am thankful he is a friend, I am thankful he has been there for me in times of need.
I find myself surrounded by people, good citizens, blessings. We are blessed with an amazing language teacher here. She is a breath of fresh air, her and her family. We are most indebted to her kindness and tutelage. What I am struck by is that there is so much, so many people, so many things to be thankful for everyday. Blessings hidden by familiarity, brought to light by drama, by necessity, by emergency.
Tradition is a great thing. It gives us a story that helps paint our identity, it gives us context, understanding. What we risk in tradition, though, is a fresh vision. We risk the lack of risk. We become what we know, not what we may know. What was once lively and dramatic has become stone and dusty. We relive it to make it new-ish. And yet, how much more lively when we seek to engage, to dance with, those blessings that surround us like the cool night air come to refresh our souls. We have risked, for too long, the dry arid desert of old. Yet we cannot abandon history to nothingness. It is important, necessary.
We must strike a balance between remembering the past as hope for the future. As relics to remind us of the current and present hope. The spirit that haunts us, that has not dissipated to the depths of oblivion. Those blessings that we so often forget that are right there to drive up and resuscitate us, lights flashing, holding our heads as we seize in and struggle.
I am reminded of what I have taken for granted, what my history sight has distorted, or forgotten. A fresh view of One who blesses, of One who redeems. I am filled with thankfulness for a hope in something not solely of the past, locked in time, subject to the annuls of dust and rust. I am thankful for an active Spirit, a fresh well of living water. Fresh, like the water given by faith.
"To keep a lamp burning, we have to keep putting oil in it."- Mother Teresa
Sunday, August 4, 2013
Haunting and Helping
Sorry folks, it has been awhile since I have blogged. Steph and I have been super busy with the summer sports camp we help with, along with a crazy busy schedule of spending time with locals and other volunteers. We have been incredibly blessed to have a great language teacher with an amazing family! We miss our homestay family too as we have been so busy and not able to hook up with them (hopefully soon).
We continue to meet new people and get to know the friends we have made so far. It has been great getting to know some of the football players I work with a few nights a week. We have been sleeping little with such a crazy schedule, however we are encouraged at the opportunities given us!
"They" say that the past will come back to haunt us, but rarely do "they" say how it will come back to help us. In fact, if you were to google (someday spell check will recognize this as a verb) history quotes, you would find that most quotes on history are quite negative. It is actually quite depressing. But what we write about history is from a perspective, a pessimistic one at that! Very few quotes remember the things in our histories that bring about a better future, a more rich present.
I have been in sports as both a coach and an athlete for as long as I can remember. Even when I was not active as either of those, my life was saturated with sports. These sports ranged from your mainstream sports (football, gymnastics, etc) to, as they say here, "radical" sports (rock climbing, surfing, etc.). I have been known for my conditioning work with athletes ranging from baseball to gymnastics to climbers (and on and on). Steph, too, has seen her history is cheer stunting, gymnastics, climbing, slacklining, etc. She has connected well with the kids she works with because of years of experience working with them.
I would have never thought that our history in sports would open so many doors to work with and get to know so many people in so many situations. Both Steph and I have been blessed to use our history to engage our present, we shall see how it directs our future.
I am constantly encouraged by the opportunities we are blessed with, the people we sport with (that's right, I used it as a verb!). People here have a long history in sport, as they have a long history in general. But I am learning much from them and they have welcomed us through sports.
Sometimes, we forget the amount of stuff we learn in our lives, either professionally, educationally, or live lessonally (yea I know). It is amazing how things come back to us. With technology today, information is so easily gained, but that stuff we spent hours and hours and days and days attaining, it is burned into our minds. It is there like a ghost hiding in the shadows. But this ghost does not have mal-intent, like a Holy Ghost it is there to help, to aid, to support.
We are so afraid of being haunted by a history that holds as many blessings, if not more. This ghost, given to us, is a gift. One to harness, to remember, to be thankful for.
We continue to meet new people and get to know the friends we have made so far. It has been great getting to know some of the football players I work with a few nights a week. We have been sleeping little with such a crazy schedule, however we are encouraged at the opportunities given us!
"They" say that the past will come back to haunt us, but rarely do "they" say how it will come back to help us. In fact, if you were to google (someday spell check will recognize this as a verb) history quotes, you would find that most quotes on history are quite negative. It is actually quite depressing. But what we write about history is from a perspective, a pessimistic one at that! Very few quotes remember the things in our histories that bring about a better future, a more rich present.
I have been in sports as both a coach and an athlete for as long as I can remember. Even when I was not active as either of those, my life was saturated with sports. These sports ranged from your mainstream sports (football, gymnastics, etc) to, as they say here, "radical" sports (rock climbing, surfing, etc.). I have been known for my conditioning work with athletes ranging from baseball to gymnastics to climbers (and on and on). Steph, too, has seen her history is cheer stunting, gymnastics, climbing, slacklining, etc. She has connected well with the kids she works with because of years of experience working with them.
I would have never thought that our history in sports would open so many doors to work with and get to know so many people in so many situations. Both Steph and I have been blessed to use our history to engage our present, we shall see how it directs our future.
I am constantly encouraged by the opportunities we are blessed with, the people we sport with (that's right, I used it as a verb!). People here have a long history in sport, as they have a long history in general. But I am learning much from them and they have welcomed us through sports.
Sometimes, we forget the amount of stuff we learn in our lives, either professionally, educationally, or live lessonally (yea I know). It is amazing how things come back to us. With technology today, information is so easily gained, but that stuff we spent hours and hours and days and days attaining, it is burned into our minds. It is there like a ghost hiding in the shadows. But this ghost does not have mal-intent, like a Holy Ghost it is there to help, to aid, to support.
We are so afraid of being haunted by a history that holds as many blessings, if not more. This ghost, given to us, is a gift. One to harness, to remember, to be thankful for.
"Most people never run far enough on their first wind to find out they've got a second."
-William James
"History never looks like history when you are living through it."
-John W. Gardner
Thursday, July 18, 2013
More and more and the Fukuyama Principal
So... we continue to experience the world of Portugal, its people and its spirit. We have encountered cross-cultural conflict from misunderstandings, experienced great times with great people and great cuisine. We are hard at work with the language training, the verbs are killin us! But is is going on, more and more experiences. We have been helping teach surfing, hoping to be a blessing to the lives of the students and fellow workers.
We are constantly finding out how different this world is from our own. Sometimes, it seems so close to ours, but living here destroys that notion. But difference is not a bad thing, it is just difference. We are learning to live in a different pace, to dance to a different beat, knowing we may never, probably will never, fully become like the locals, but we try to live simpatico, as much as is beneficial to them.
Francis Fukuyama, in his End of History discourse, talked of synthesis as the product of a thesis and antithesis colliding. As one ideology collides with another, it would produce a new idea (synthesis), which would collide with another (making it a thesis) and start the process over (until the end of history, democracy). Here, we see how the even more Western world collides with the Portuguese world, as the Portuguese world collided with the numerous cultures it had in its day of exploration glory.
Products of American culture, such as hip hop, food, cinema, etc. have integrated into the Portuguese lifestyle. However, out of this thesis/ antithesis dance is produced a new synthesis, a new product, still of Portuguese style. It has become theirs. The ways of old are still here, but new generations are allotted their own ways, their own culture. This, as we are so blessed to observe this amazing place, is on our minds.
No culture is completely concrete, they are all fluid. plasma like maybe. If you study culture, and expect to see a monolithic thing, you will be blind to the complexities of such a beautiful thing. It is, however, on of our great faults to look for the monolithic where there is complexity, beautifully at that.
Who we are here must be fluid, flexible, complex. To be a blessing, you may be quite simple in your actions, but as an individual, you share the complexity of the society that you are a product of. Even that, we are the product of a complex web of biology, society, and free will. Realize and celebrate the beauty of the creation that you are. Be thankful for it, live thankful for it.
We continue to labor in love, giving the hope that we we in the greatest of Hope Givers.
We are constantly finding out how different this world is from our own. Sometimes, it seems so close to ours, but living here destroys that notion. But difference is not a bad thing, it is just difference. We are learning to live in a different pace, to dance to a different beat, knowing we may never, probably will never, fully become like the locals, but we try to live simpatico, as much as is beneficial to them.
Francis Fukuyama, in his End of History discourse, talked of synthesis as the product of a thesis and antithesis colliding. As one ideology collides with another, it would produce a new idea (synthesis), which would collide with another (making it a thesis) and start the process over (until the end of history, democracy). Here, we see how the even more Western world collides with the Portuguese world, as the Portuguese world collided with the numerous cultures it had in its day of exploration glory.
Products of American culture, such as hip hop, food, cinema, etc. have integrated into the Portuguese lifestyle. However, out of this thesis/ antithesis dance is produced a new synthesis, a new product, still of Portuguese style. It has become theirs. The ways of old are still here, but new generations are allotted their own ways, their own culture. This, as we are so blessed to observe this amazing place, is on our minds.
No culture is completely concrete, they are all fluid. plasma like maybe. If you study culture, and expect to see a monolithic thing, you will be blind to the complexities of such a beautiful thing. It is, however, on of our great faults to look for the monolithic where there is complexity, beautifully at that.
Who we are here must be fluid, flexible, complex. To be a blessing, you may be quite simple in your actions, but as an individual, you share the complexity of the society that you are a product of. Even that, we are the product of a complex web of biology, society, and free will. Realize and celebrate the beauty of the creation that you are. Be thankful for it, live thankful for it.
We continue to labor in love, giving the hope that we we in the greatest of Hope Givers.
Where there is charity and wisdom, there is neither fear nor ignorance. Where there is patience and humility, there is neither anger nor vexation. Where there is poverty and joy, there is neither greed nor avarice. Where there is peace and meditation, there is neither anxiety nor doubt.
-St. Francis
Saturday, July 13, 2013
Scholarly Research and the Pass Protection
Working with defensive backs is reminiscent of scholarly research. This week, as I was coaching a safety to not commit to every move and Barry Sanders jive movement (fake out for you non-football people) I was noticing a pattern close to a student researching a topic. When the wide receiver would snap quickly side to side, the safety would bite on the first move and get burned. Much like research, one has to be careful to commit to an idea, especially a first or dissonant idea.
Much like a talented safety, one must move with research without committing to hard before the research commits in a certain direction. Aristotle said that "It is the mark of an educated man to entertain a thought without accepting it." I am not on track with everything Aristotle said, but this I like. In fact, it is the job of an academic to explore a plethora of ideas, even when they challenge, refute, or affirm their worldview or any beliefs they currently hold.
In research I am currently doing, I am finding a more rich understanding of the topic by exploring a diverse field scholars. Non of my views have been radically changed, but I have found deeper vision of the topic. Still, I feel the urge to move at every jive of every scholar who presents a plausible argument, thus I must be careful to commit. This, I believe, is what makes academic "playmakers". Being able to follow the research as it leads without being burned by quick ideas.
Here is one of the best burners that ever played the game: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WMzyMglPvw8
enjoy!
Also enjoy reading a number sources with mastery of reason and a wide vision of research! For a list of great books on the topic I have been researching, hit me up on facebook (too mnay for here!)
Much like a talented safety, one must move with research without committing to hard before the research commits in a certain direction. Aristotle said that "It is the mark of an educated man to entertain a thought without accepting it." I am not on track with everything Aristotle said, but this I like. In fact, it is the job of an academic to explore a plethora of ideas, even when they challenge, refute, or affirm their worldview or any beliefs they currently hold.
In research I am currently doing, I am finding a more rich understanding of the topic by exploring a diverse field scholars. Non of my views have been radically changed, but I have found deeper vision of the topic. Still, I feel the urge to move at every jive of every scholar who presents a plausible argument, thus I must be careful to commit. This, I believe, is what makes academic "playmakers". Being able to follow the research as it leads without being burned by quick ideas.
Here is one of the best burners that ever played the game: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WMzyMglPvw8
enjoy!
Also enjoy reading a number sources with mastery of reason and a wide vision of research! For a list of great books on the topic I have been researching, hit me up on facebook (too mnay for here!)
"Information is not knowledge"- Albert Einstein
Tuesday, July 9, 2013
Go ahead...make my dinner
The aroma of sweet failure fills my nose. The onion, garlic, basil. The sounds of boiling pasta and stirring sauce fill the kitchen. I, the "captain" of this meal, have been relegated to toaster man. Portuguese say they have the best cuisine in all of Europe... hard to disagree with. It is an art, an occasion.
Never tell a European you are going to cook dinner, and then pull out jars of sauce... never... seriously. You will be making a trip to the market, then you will watch as THEY cook you dinner. And the sauce? From scratch. The toast, well that is for garlic bread, rubbed with a garlic clove,made with olive oil, not butter, and sprinkled with basil. The sauce is made with "sub-par" tomatoes. Who cares, it's the best I have ever had. Sweet, almost fruity. The dinner is fantastic, lessons aplenty learned, for both cooking and life.
How often do we substitute the real fresh things for the "easy" convenient things. How many experiences in life do we get from a jar, instead of making it from scratch. We can take more time, I think, to slow down and take the long road journey. The ones where it may take more effort, with less worldly gain. We may have conditioned ourselves to picking up jars in life, instead of spending just a little more time to create from scratch. Our relationships, our art, our lifestyles, our projects, our work. We are bound by the chains of enculturation and habit, be they breakable as to our will.
Sometimes we need to be shown the road slowly traveled, one that may not take as long as we think it would, or will take longer than we think. But distance is not so challenging as the experiences are precious. I think it is time to slow down our paces, start from scratch, even if just a few things in life, one at a time.
Walking through the town of Alvore, we are struck with the livelyliness of the late night. I cannot help but notice the traditional lifestyle layered behind the skin of international influence, Irish pubs, American steakhouses, Jamacan bars. However, the Portuguese spirit has resolve, it has staying power.The Portuguese have traveled the world giving and recieving. They have brought worlds to their front door. Tourism has brought fancy lights and cuisines and clothes. But you will be struck by the old, the traditional. the Portuguese way. No encroachment, economy, generation, no cultural force will cover this face in the streets, like an old friend in the crowd, you cannot miss.
Never tell a European you are going to cook dinner, and then pull out jars of sauce... never... seriously. You will be making a trip to the market, then you will watch as THEY cook you dinner. And the sauce? From scratch. The toast, well that is for garlic bread, rubbed with a garlic clove,made with olive oil, not butter, and sprinkled with basil. The sauce is made with "sub-par" tomatoes. Who cares, it's the best I have ever had. Sweet, almost fruity. The dinner is fantastic, lessons aplenty learned, for both cooking and life.
How often do we substitute the real fresh things for the "easy" convenient things. How many experiences in life do we get from a jar, instead of making it from scratch. We can take more time, I think, to slow down and take the long road journey. The ones where it may take more effort, with less worldly gain. We may have conditioned ourselves to picking up jars in life, instead of spending just a little more time to create from scratch. Our relationships, our art, our lifestyles, our projects, our work. We are bound by the chains of enculturation and habit, be they breakable as to our will.
Sometimes we need to be shown the road slowly traveled, one that may not take as long as we think it would, or will take longer than we think. But distance is not so challenging as the experiences are precious. I think it is time to slow down our paces, start from scratch, even if just a few things in life, one at a time.
Walking through the town of Alvore, we are struck with the livelyliness of the late night. I cannot help but notice the traditional lifestyle layered behind the skin of international influence, Irish pubs, American steakhouses, Jamacan bars. However, the Portuguese spirit has resolve, it has staying power.The Portuguese have traveled the world giving and recieving. They have brought worlds to their front door. Tourism has brought fancy lights and cuisines and clothes. But you will be struck by the old, the traditional. the Portuguese way. No encroachment, economy, generation, no cultural force will cover this face in the streets, like an old friend in the crowd, you cannot miss.
"For it is in giving that we receive."-St. Francis
Thursday, July 4, 2013
Roundabouts, Portugese , and the hegemony of difference
Happy Fourth of July Americans! Today, for us, we celebrate the start of something new. A new concept, borne of many old ones. But, as all notes are old, they can be composed to be a new symphony. What our country has grown to be, and is growing to be is unique, as mosaics are unique from the pieces they are built from. Not all bad, not all good, just unique.
Here in Portugal, life is different. No less unique, just different. The catalyst for my focus on the differences are the roundabouts and language.
Interestingly, roundabouts are few and far between in America. Some of you may never have had the pleasure, or nightmare, of experiences one. They symbolize a different approach to civic reality. Life, and roads, are not laid out into neat squares and grids. Roundabouts bring together seemingly random paths and spin-cycle them into direction. For those not used to it, it can be frustrating. The culture here seems to operate on a roundabout way of life. It is important to see different as something other than bad, otherwise you'll have a frustrating life, no doubt. Things here don't follow my expectations for praxis, it seems everything is a roundabout. Issues are dealt with in a roundabout way, issues appear in a roundabout way. As I find myself constantly tripping on the cobblestone streets and sidewalks, so also with the way of life here.
I must remember though, I am in a new land. Time and sensitivity are my allies, pride and arrogance my enemies.
The language is my other catalyst. Portuguese is a difficult language, locally admitted too. It is a complex tongue, and as a local friend expressed, unchanged (unadulterated?) for thousands if years (unlike, as he would say, other Latin languages). This language represents, or reflects their culture. Power distance is still a factor in their language their culture. Today I was told that if you want to name your child a "non-normal" name (or one that contains a Y, K, or TH among others) you would have to get special permission (if you were a Portuguese citizen and not sharing citizenship from somewhere else). This would be unthinkable, rebellion worthy rather, in the states. What is wrapped up here though, is a history of communal reality living. Although one accuse a state of reigns too tight, there is also an aspect of the collective. I find myself cringing at the thought of being told that I would need special permission to name my child what I would like, but again, I am a guest in someone else's home. The language is beautiful, and looks almost nothing like it is spelled. It is defiant to me epigraphically, defying my expectations for pronunciations. But is a song to speak.
As we learn to speak this ancient language, we are comforted by a wonderful teacher (who happens to be friends with one of my gymnastics heroes from the states). They say that English is a common language to most countries, but what is not considered is the strain and attitude that may accompany it. English language and Western culture may hold a hegemony on the world, but it holds nothing to the hegemony of difference. To really make connections, you have to step away from the power that you may hold (or think that you do). To sacrifice is to make a difference, not to conquer. What is easy may not be what is right, or helpful. We all face differences inter-personally, inter-culturally, that's life.
But I am encouraged. People seem to appear as gifts when life, and language, get's strained. I know we are being taken care of. I have hope when it seems to be pulled away. I know these gifts are not from my hands, and I am thankful, and convicted to be humble, sacrificial.
“While you are proclaiming peace with your lips, be careful to have it even more fully in your heart.”
Here in Portugal, life is different. No less unique, just different. The catalyst for my focus on the differences are the roundabouts and language.
Interestingly, roundabouts are few and far between in America. Some of you may never have had the pleasure, or nightmare, of experiences one. They symbolize a different approach to civic reality. Life, and roads, are not laid out into neat squares and grids. Roundabouts bring together seemingly random paths and spin-cycle them into direction. For those not used to it, it can be frustrating. The culture here seems to operate on a roundabout way of life. It is important to see different as something other than bad, otherwise you'll have a frustrating life, no doubt. Things here don't follow my expectations for praxis, it seems everything is a roundabout. Issues are dealt with in a roundabout way, issues appear in a roundabout way. As I find myself constantly tripping on the cobblestone streets and sidewalks, so also with the way of life here.
I must remember though, I am in a new land. Time and sensitivity are my allies, pride and arrogance my enemies.
The language is my other catalyst. Portuguese is a difficult language, locally admitted too. It is a complex tongue, and as a local friend expressed, unchanged (unadulterated?) for thousands if years (unlike, as he would say, other Latin languages). This language represents, or reflects their culture. Power distance is still a factor in their language their culture. Today I was told that if you want to name your child a "non-normal" name (or one that contains a Y, K, or TH among others) you would have to get special permission (if you were a Portuguese citizen and not sharing citizenship from somewhere else). This would be unthinkable, rebellion worthy rather, in the states. What is wrapped up here though, is a history of communal reality living. Although one accuse a state of reigns too tight, there is also an aspect of the collective. I find myself cringing at the thought of being told that I would need special permission to name my child what I would like, but again, I am a guest in someone else's home. The language is beautiful, and looks almost nothing like it is spelled. It is defiant to me epigraphically, defying my expectations for pronunciations. But is a song to speak.
As we learn to speak this ancient language, we are comforted by a wonderful teacher (who happens to be friends with one of my gymnastics heroes from the states). They say that English is a common language to most countries, but what is not considered is the strain and attitude that may accompany it. English language and Western culture may hold a hegemony on the world, but it holds nothing to the hegemony of difference. To really make connections, you have to step away from the power that you may hold (or think that you do). To sacrifice is to make a difference, not to conquer. What is easy may not be what is right, or helpful. We all face differences inter-personally, inter-culturally, that's life.
But I am encouraged. People seem to appear as gifts when life, and language, get's strained. I know we are being taken care of. I have hope when it seems to be pulled away. I know these gifts are not from my hands, and I am thankful, and convicted to be humble, sacrificial.
Saturday, June 29, 2013
Grapes and Sardines
Fresh sardines, vegetables, and lively company. Small portions, but plenty of em'. Lively company, showing what they do best... feast.
The sardines remind me of a difference in our cultures. When we think of them, we see small fish in tiny roll open cans. Here they are bigger meal fish. They are not packed tightly into a convenient, cost efficient container, they are cooked, on spot, kept fresh salt, not frozen.
Things are slower here, quality, not production, is exalted. History, not progression or future is the main topic, even when the politics is lambasted, politicians are rhetorically given ball noses and balloon animals. But one thing is for sure, the table is where it's at.
As the oils soak into my bread, my thoughts sink into the bonds made over a meal. The food is delicious, most indigenous for the area. Community, communion, is had over the freshest meal I may have ever experienced. So far, this is also one of the most fresh experiences I have had yet.
This family has taken us in, unguarded, like the connoisseur of a fine wine, we are blessed by their generosity. They have been our guides thus far. A light into the tunnel of this culture. We are indebted to their loving spirit.
Full from the meal, we see a part of who they are. Full of laughter and love for family. Family seems to be strongly defined more by shared experience than by blood. Friends are had for life, history is their future. People is their progress. Human bonds are their economy.
One thing is for sure, legalism is lost on them. It is a 'four letter word'. Indulgence is had. The sweet Wine of grace, that is neither harshly legalistic or loosely without consideration, is the lifeblood of the meal of life here. The Wine we drink that brings life to the meal was bought at an expensive price, ye, we the guests at the table, partake for free. The grace given from a cup overflown with the sweetest Wine brings newness, joy, refreshment, life.
The sardines remind me of a difference in our cultures. When we think of them, we see small fish in tiny roll open cans. Here they are bigger meal fish. They are not packed tightly into a convenient, cost efficient container, they are cooked, on spot, kept fresh salt, not frozen.
Things are slower here, quality, not production, is exalted. History, not progression or future is the main topic, even when the politics is lambasted, politicians are rhetorically given ball noses and balloon animals. But one thing is for sure, the table is where it's at.
As the oils soak into my bread, my thoughts sink into the bonds made over a meal. The food is delicious, most indigenous for the area. Community, communion, is had over the freshest meal I may have ever experienced. So far, this is also one of the most fresh experiences I have had yet.
This family has taken us in, unguarded, like the connoisseur of a fine wine, we are blessed by their generosity. They have been our guides thus far. A light into the tunnel of this culture. We are indebted to their loving spirit.
Full from the meal, we see a part of who they are. Full of laughter and love for family. Family seems to be strongly defined more by shared experience than by blood. Friends are had for life, history is their future. People is their progress. Human bonds are their economy.
One thing is for sure, legalism is lost on them. It is a 'four letter word'. Indulgence is had. The sweet Wine of grace, that is neither harshly legalistic or loosely without consideration, is the lifeblood of the meal of life here. The Wine we drink that brings life to the meal was bought at an expensive price, ye, we the guests at the table, partake for free. The grace given from a cup overflown with the sweetest Wine brings newness, joy, refreshment, life.
Tuesday, June 25, 2013
another day
We are so excited at the friendships we are making and the opportunities to serve here in Portimao! It is humbling that we get to be here. Talking upward today at the beach thinking about our time here has been good. We went paint balling with some of the guys on the football team.
I am not sure we could have been blessed with a better lady to stay with. It has so far been such a welcoming home to stay in. I have heard that the locals are hard to get to know, we must have gotten really lucky... As we build relationships, this place brings both more comfort, and more challenge, there is still so much to be done. Our time here has only begun.
I am confused sometimes as to how we are so blessed, but I guess grace just works out that way. I think sometimes its best not to ask why, but who. Who should I turn around and bless because I am blessed.
I am not sure we could have been blessed with a better lady to stay with. It has so far been such a welcoming home to stay in. I have heard that the locals are hard to get to know, we must have gotten really lucky... As we build relationships, this place brings both more comfort, and more challenge, there is still so much to be done. Our time here has only begun.
I am confused sometimes as to how we are so blessed, but I guess grace just works out that way. I think sometimes its best not to ask why, but who. Who should I turn around and bless because I am blessed.
Monday, June 24, 2013
Cathedrals could not hold the Sound
Air is for everyone, it is Grace. We use it differently, some breath faster, some slower. We assume we all breath the same, but we don't, and that's ok, but we must breath. It is a challenge to allow others to breath as they may, we want them to talk and sing as we do. This oxygen of Grace we have is transcendent beyond our individual ability and preference to exhaust.
No matter how much we think we can breath grace back out it is never as good as when it comes in, sometimes, maybe just sometimes we can emulate the breath coming in, but we must realize we have all got to breath our own breath, our own way, and yet share the same oxygen.
When we allow others to breath to their own rate and sign to their own tune, a beautiful chorus emerges and cathedrals could not hold the sound.
As we settle in, we have been graced with the ability to hang out with so many locals and the beautiful people of Portimao. I have been helping out with the American Football team, sharing the knowledge I have. We get to spend time with our great host family for a month, most thankful!
People here live in a different pace, no doubt! But they are who they are and it is a nice change of pace. Like all cross-cultural experiences, stress will be had, and there will be some getting used to it. No culture is 'perfect' or without faults or stressors.
And yet, I feel a strange "at-home-ness" here. I know, we have only been here a short while, and we are still in the "honeymoon" phase of culture shock, but my heart is at ease knowing we are supposed to be here.
The Spirit moves like the wind through this town now, I can feel it. We are joined by a great cast in this teatro (theater) and we am super excited.
The pictures below are of a festival for the saints. Many people consider themselves non-religious, but the saints represent a cultural icon, like many people who celebrate Christmas, but are not Christians. This festival was a blast!
No matter how much we think we can breath grace back out it is never as good as when it comes in, sometimes, maybe just sometimes we can emulate the breath coming in, but we must realize we have all got to breath our own breath, our own way, and yet share the same oxygen.
When we allow others to breath to their own rate and sign to their own tune, a beautiful chorus emerges and cathedrals could not hold the sound.
"The aim and final end of all music should be none other than the glory of God and the refreshment of the soul"
-Johann Sebastian Bach
As we settle in, we have been graced with the ability to hang out with so many locals and the beautiful people of Portimao. I have been helping out with the American Football team, sharing the knowledge I have. We get to spend time with our great host family for a month, most thankful!
People here live in a different pace, no doubt! But they are who they are and it is a nice change of pace. Like all cross-cultural experiences, stress will be had, and there will be some getting used to it. No culture is 'perfect' or without faults or stressors.
And yet, I feel a strange "at-home-ness" here. I know, we have only been here a short while, and we are still in the "honeymoon" phase of culture shock, but my heart is at ease knowing we are supposed to be here.
The Spirit moves like the wind through this town now, I can feel it. We are joined by a great cast in this teatro (theater) and we am super excited.
The pictures below are of a festival for the saints. Many people consider themselves non-religious, but the saints represent a cultural icon, like many people who celebrate Christmas, but are not Christians. This festival was a blast!
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| This is us dancing at a local festival for the saints |
Sunday, June 23, 2013
We are as ships of the same Armada
We are ships of the same Armada. Worn, torn, and beaten by years of storms and Navigation and foreign legions. Our boards are cracked and missing, our sails ripped and some masts breaking. Yet I fear that it is not those that may bring us down, but the cannons from our own ships, though we fly the same Cross among our parallel sails.
We are ships of the same Armada. We have been sent by the same Commander, yet we fire upon one another. True enough, each ship needs another, one as imperfect as the other. Seas crash and other sails encroach, yet our Commander remains our One true hope. Turn our eyes and ears to Him, for too long we have held our focus inside only our ships, and the Fleet suffers.
We are ships of the same Armada. All in need of correction and One leadership, we have become insolent and mutinous in our pride and tradition. The cannons of our mouths separate the Fleet from one another, and victory. Yet I have seen the victories of sacrificial sailors, who care more for the drowning sailor than which ships saves them.
We are ships of the greatest Commander. We must open our eyes to see which crown we sail for. Our greatest hope, as the waves crash and cannons fire, is in the greatest love of the greatest Commander. We are one Armada of the Greatest Commander.
We are ships of the same Armada. We have been sent by the same Commander, yet we fire upon one another. True enough, each ship needs another, one as imperfect as the other. Seas crash and other sails encroach, yet our Commander remains our One true hope. Turn our eyes and ears to Him, for too long we have held our focus inside only our ships, and the Fleet suffers.
We are ships of the same Armada. All in need of correction and One leadership, we have become insolent and mutinous in our pride and tradition. The cannons of our mouths separate the Fleet from one another, and victory. Yet I have seen the victories of sacrificial sailors, who care more for the drowning sailor than which ships saves them.
We are ships of the greatest Commander. We must open our eyes to see which crown we sail for. Our greatest hope, as the waves crash and cannons fire, is in the greatest love of the greatest Commander. We are one Armada of the Greatest Commander.
"He who is not against you, is for you."
"I have come to give life, and life to the full"
-The Greatest Commander
Friday, June 21, 2013
Here in the Sea Air
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| Seeking good soil |
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| My neighborhood from the beach |
Hope, for many, seems to have been lost along with the economy. Corrupt politicians rule the headlines. I hope that the hope I have in One greater than the economy can be a blessing and hope to those who struggle to get by. Many seem to live only to get rest, instead of resting to truly live. The burden of the One who carries hope is light, so many don't know that hope, only tradition. I feel that the soil here is good though, but still varied. Relationships seem to start to build easily so far (this might change as I here people here are resistant to really let you in). When the assembly works together, across lines of tradition and though, to love and give hope, I see great things happening here. I am excited, and feeling unworthy, to be a part of it. There is much resistance because of baggage though. History is the elephant that does not want to get up and leave the room. People must see first the greatest of history, let it not be out shined by that which has misrepresented it.
The language barrier is harder than one might think. Reading signs is misleading, trying to equate English sounding words with Portuguese is not so easy. Realistically you have to almost start from scratch. Portuguese is a beautiful language, comforting almost, despite the language barrier. They don't speak as fast as we experienced in Spain, words are drawn out and relaxed, even when people are passionate, angry, excited, etc. We will soon be starting language classes, but there are plenty of opportunities to learn in everyday life. Also, we will soon be volunteering at locals schools, helping out with summer things. The team of volunteers from the states are a talented bunch, we even have a fire thrower, that's right... like juggling fire.
I am reminded that we are blessed to be a blessing, and to whom much is given, much is expected, so I must bless as I have been given much.
All the darkness in the world cannot extinguish the light of a single candle. -St Francis
Sunday, June 9, 2013
Makarios
We are getting the last of our packing done and are saying our good byes. We are about to head out on the SBU Intercultural Studies 6 months overseas living abroad requirement. Preparation time brings about much contemplation. It is interesting the things that we can take for granted. So many people that mean so much to us, but yet we don't take note of them until we are faced with a departing. This is how it goes, I think, with what, and who, we are blessed with in life. Sometimes it seems like the blessing comes from recognition, a revealing if you will, of the blessings. What does it matter what we have if we do not recognize it. The weight of separation is only felt by a recognition of the object, or subject you will be missing. It is an important lesson to take account of all the blessings in life. Imagine having a mountain of gold that belonged you, and you forgot that it was there. How much more the people in our lives are (or should be) precious to us. How much more should we take note and remember they are there. As we pack our things into boxes, we are reminded how many things are have, how many things we forget about. It is amazing that we can be blessed with so much, yet forget so often. Things, as they are called however, don't smile, they don't call to comfort, they don't challenge our worldviews, they don't ask for blessings on our journeys. I wonder if the blessings come double-fold in recognizing we are blessed to have them. As we say our goodbyes, we are also reminded of the so many family and friends that have had such a huge part in our lives to make note of each one. Every person we leave here in the states has been a note in the symphony of the life that we step away from to start a new song. But this song is inspired by the one that precedes it.
"Start by doing what is necessary, then what is possible, and suddenly you are doing the impossible."
-St. Francis
Friday, May 31, 2013
The Beginning
Well, we are about 2 weeks from departure and we are really excited! Thank you guys for helping us get to Portugal! We couldn't do it without your support! We will be updating this blog throughout our journey in Portugal and the trip there. God has blessed us with many people who have impacted our lives over the years in Bolivar, and there are too many to name, but now it is time to spread our wings. We will miss a great deal of you guys and are deeply indebted to your impact on us. Many family and friends from around the country have helped us with this journey and have been in prayer for us for a long time. We have so many people to be thankful for in our lives. We have been called to express the amazing grace that has been bestowed upon our lives by the One who has given all. We will talk about our adventures in Portugal, we will post pics and give stories on this blog. I hope we can share with you our experiences and adventures. Please continue to keep us in your prayers and keep checking back here for more posts.
"... when necessary, use words"- St. Francis
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