Sunset Over the Mekong River

Monday, July 30, 2012

Letter from Mom

 
Today I received a letter from home.  My Mom wrote me a card—it was the first one she had sent to us since we moved to ChonLetter from Momburi.

Letter from Mom 2
But the timing of this was especially poignant.  Only 10 minutes earlier, as we were driving to the post office, my sister had called from California to say that my Mom had just passed away.

It is fitting that my Mom used stationery with an image of a bird on it.  I have always had a huge interest in nature type things—in this I was more like my Mom and her dad than my siblings.

This love of nature expressed itself in my early years as my trying to make a pet of whatever creature we could find in our back yard and pond.  As an adolescent, I found myself following my Mom’s father’s footsteps and a joined a trail maintenance crew.  Later on, with my Mom’s brother, I joined a forest fire-fighting crew.

Physically, I was more like my Mom than were my siblings.  Only I had the brown eyes.  Only I had the hair that did not bleach blond in the summer like my siblings.  (When I was young, I was jealous of this, but now I am glad for the more sun-tolerant skin, being that I have lived in the tropics and worked outside for many years.)

We siblings have had a practice of having one of us call my mom each day to check on her.  She lived alone in the house she had lived in since she got married in 1946.  Today was my turn to call her, but just a couple of days ago she had e-mailed me not to call her because she was going to a party for one of her Chinese grandchildren.  It was they who had called the police when my Mom did not show up at the party.  (Several years ago my mom helped several Chinese people to learn English and she was adopted into their families.)

It was from my Mom that we all learned the value of service.  My Mom has been a volunteer for all kinds of organizations throughout her life.  For years she worked with the girl scouts.  Every year our garage would fill up with cookies as it became the regional distribution center.  And we would also go to help set up tents in the girl scout camp each year.  (I learned how to tie a clove hitch at a very early age.)

It was in her later years when Mom volunteered with literacy volunteers, through whom she met her Chinese family.

During my younger years we hosted exchange students from Norway and Barbados, so we also have family in those countries as well.  The exchange students came through a program called AFS, of which my oldest brother is now on the US Board.  Perhaps it was through these exchange students, as well as our cross-country road trips, that I got an interest in things exotic and foreign.  And so later I found myself living in Haiti and marrying the prettiest girl in the world, who just happened to be German-Canadian.  And now I’m in Thailand.

My Mom endured the idiosyncrasies of my youth (and there were many) and told me that they made me special.  And she was right—after I learned to control them, they have enabled me to adventure many places where others might not venture.

So thank you, Mom:
for loving me
for teaching me to love and serve others, no matter their race or nationality or religion
for putting up with me when most others thought me unendurable
for encouraging my curiosity and need to explore.


When the perishable puts on the imperishable, and the mortal puts on immortality, then shall come to pass the saying that is written:
"Death is swallowed up in victory."
"O death, where is your victory? O death, where is your sting?"
The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law.
But thanks be to God, who gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.

1 Corinthians 15:54-57 (ESV)




9-4-05 family mom and dad
Sylvia Russell 1924-2012
Vernon Russell 1920-2006

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Bald Spot


Nat in her shop
Originally uploaded by SierraSunrise
You can't tell by looking, but I do have some hair on the top of my head.  There are not very many and I think they are more annoying than cute, so I keep them shaved off.  But even if I didn't, you would hardly notice them.  One glance at the top of my head and you can make a quick judgment: "Oh, he's bald all right."

Last week we visited the southern tier of provinces in Isaan (Northeast Thailand)--Buriram, Surin, Sisaket and Ubon Ratchathani.  We are looking for a place where God might be having us plant churches.  Our focus is on those areas that do not have them.

And so our travels brought us to a district (Amphoe) in Sisaket Province called Uthumphon Phisai (อุทุมพรพิสัย--and no, it is not as easy to pronounce as it looks).  According to some statistics we had there were no churches and no Christians in this district of about 110,000 people.

But the statistics were wrong.

Just like there are actually a few hairs on my bald head, so in fact we now know there is at least one Christian in Uthumphon Phisai.  Nat is a hairdresser who had moved away to Bangkok for a while, during which time she decided to become a Jesus-follower.  Now she has returned to Uthumphon Phisai where, as far as she knows, there are no other Christians in her province.  We found out about her when Judy, one of our team members, went to inquire about getting massages.

We were glad we were able to meet Nat and encourage her in her faith.  To help bless her, we each got a haircut, whether we needed it or not.

Nat faithfully reads her Bible, but still she gets discouraged sometimes.  Perhaps there are other believers in Uthumphon Phisai that Nat does not know about. 

Maybe the reason God led us to Nat was not only to encourage her, but also to make us consider Uthumphon Phisai as a place to move to in the future.  In any case, we will try to continue to encourage Nat by sending her Christian literature and music.

Pray for us as we continue to seek God's will as to where to locate to in the fall.  Pray also for Nat and others like her in Isaan who can easily get discouraged by their circumstances.

(Our) purpose is that they may be encouraged in heart and united in love, so that they may have the full riches of complete understanding, in order that they may know the mystery of God, namely, Christ, 3 in whom are hidden all the treasures of wisdom and knowledge. Colossians 2:2,3 (NIV)








Tuesday, July 3, 2012

In-dependence Day

Celebrating freedom.

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People all over the world celebrate freedom.  This is the time of year when the skies all across North America light up in celebration of freedom from being ruled by other nations.  Being from a Canadian-America marriage, we find it convenient that Canada Day and the US Independence day are close together.

The founding fathers of America put it this way: We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness

From when we are children we seek freedom.  Freedom from having to clean up our room—or mow the lawn—or whatever.  And on it goes throughout our lives.

People die for freedom because they believe being dead is better than being a live slave.

In my home country, being independent is a value of high importance for many people.

Yet no one is truly independent.  Well, there may be one or two odd exceptions of people who live completely independent from the rest  of society, but even may of the people who want to “live off the land,” so to speak, end up using tools and things made by others.  God did not make us to be independent, but interdependent--interdependent on each other.

But God also made us to be dependent.  Dependent upon Him.

If we are not dependent upon God, we become slaves to something else.  One of those things is money.  Jesus put it this way:

No one can serve two masters, for either he will hate the one and love the other, or he will be devoted to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve God and money. Matthew 6:24 (ESV)

The Apostle Paul mentioned that we have a choice of being a slave to sin or a slave to obedience to God:

Do you not know that if you present yourselves to anyone as obedient slaves, you are slaves of the one whom you obey, either of sin, which leads to death, or of obedience, which leads to righteousness? Romans 6:16 (ESV)

It seems, then, quite appropriate to have a Declaration of Dependence:

God, I can’t make it to heaven without your help.  I can’t even make it through a day without sinning without the help of your Spirit.  I can’t love others unconditionally unless You give me the ability.  I can’t forgive seven times, let alone 7x70 times, unless Your Spirit empowers me.  Only because of Your work on my behalf through Jesus Christ do I have any hope of any kind at all.  I depend on You.

A declaration of interdependence would be good as well—to remind ourselves that we share our lives and our planet with many others.  So I hereby declare my interdependence with:
  • my wife
  • my family
  • my church
  • my friends and neighbors
  • all the other co-inhabitors of my planet
Thanks everyone—I can’t do it alone.