Selamat pagi, thats good morning in Indonesian!
So I have been in Indonesia for a month exactly and it's funny, it feels like time flies, yet stands still at the same time. It feels like the days take forever to finish, but when I look at the calendar, it feels like just yesterday I got off the plane in this polluted city or smiling faces.
My time here has gotten better; I'm not feeling as hopeless as I was before. Nothing in our ministry has really changed, but it seems whenever I am not pleased with the way my life is going, and that something needs to change, it's usually my own heart (note to self: if I want to see change in my life, pray for change in me first!). Earlier I had felt useless being here, and very discouraged, but now I don't feel like that so much. How many chances do I get to be in a country like Indonesia? I need to take advantage of this opportunity while I am here.
So, this past weekend we went to a village, Wonosalam, in the mountains, of approximately 300 people. We went to 3 churches, and the cool thing is, the one church had 30 members, and that little part of the village only had 60 people living there, so to hear half the village attended church made my heart happy. The people who live in these villages are all farmers, tobacco, cloves, coffee, chocolate, bananas, papaya, all sorts of amazing foods! It was fun visiting all the houses because we got to experience home grown and made coffee, hand picked coconut and bananas, but I'm sure I put on 5 pounds from all the food they make us! Momma yo!!! (a saying from Papua, sort of like 'oh man'). We got to go to a house where a little boy with polio lived, we got to pray over his body, but the poor little guy was so frightened of us we had to leave. The church services them self were great! We all got to share our testimonies and Mel and I sung for one service, but the thing that stuck in my heart was their worship; they worship so whole-heartedly. They cry out to God, they urn for Him to be in their lives. When they pray, they pray with PASSION and for long times, they pray like I should be praying. I need to take lessons from the Indonesian peoples, I find so many times I pray and its quick, simple, like I don't even care that I'm talking to God...well I want to change that, I want to learn to pray like the Indonesians; with my whole heart! I love the village, and we're lucky to be going back in a week for mission adventures (pretty much a mini DTS for younger kids). We're supposed to be climbing a volcano too, so hopefully that pans out.
Last night one of the staff here, Retha did a thing called Kerokan, its an ancient Indonesian remedy for any sickness or fatigue. So here's what they do...you take a 500 rupiah coin, put some oil on your back, and rub the coin until you see red. Red means your tired or sick, no red means your okay. So my entire back, arms, neck and chest is covered in red bruises (I have pictures) for four days. It didn't hurt, but it looks like I got beaten! I had been wondering why so many women had so many bruises and I just though what a horrid place where everyone is abused! Ha was I wrong! But it sure is a funny sight!
Well I think that's all the fun news I have for this week. I will keep you posted if anything new and interesting comes up! Hey, by the way, Happy late fathers day to all the dads, and HAPPY CANADA DAY soon! I hope everyone is enjoying the sun and the BIRDS of summer!!!
Love you and see you soon! Tamarah