We’re coming up to the 11th anniversary of our departure from Sydney and the Known Life, and so I’d thought I’d warm up to the blogpost for that day with a little round-up of all the happenings since last post. Hopefully, bucking the radioactive half-life trend of this web log will somehow revive it to the point where I’m back to starting the blog with “This week…”, rather than “coming up to the anniversary”.
The last 3 months or so have more or less pivoted on the biggest ticket event on the miniverse calendar for 2017, which was more or less a refrain of the previous year’s Jubilee celebrations, on a different scale. In Nov, the miniverse village hosted over 20 international musicians who joined their voices and instruments to a week of sustained and intense focus on worship and seeking the Father. If it hadn’t been my 11th year here, I might have counted as an international muso. Hah. I later learned that my monitor buddy was a Beatles affiliate and responsible for a barely-perceptible splash of profanity on the studio recording of Hey Jude.
Here we are, arrived at Anniversary Day. This post took a bit longer to write than I expected! So nevermind all the this-week-last-week minutiae – here’s to 11 years on a Grand Day Out. I heard today from the Lady JP that a good lot of missionaries expect that their lives are going to be all suffering and hardship, that they mostly look it, and that this is probably a misconception on their part of who their Father is and what He purposes for them. Titles at the Mish and Santa Luka aside, to the extent that I retain any semblance of a missionary, I like to think that this isn’t so true for me. But then, part of the call on all believers is also the call to suffer, not for its sake, but for the sake of the lost. So being a missionary must then be about answering that call, and wouldn’t then suffering be a reasonable expectation?
K and I stumbled on Enneagrams recently. Yeah I know right? What’s that? Well without trying to explain it, one of the things that people who talk about enneagrams say is that it gives them a lot more compassion for relating to people, because you start to understand why they behave a certain way and lose some of the expectation that everyone should behave in some particular set way. The flip side of this discovery is HAH! – I’m not going to feel particularly inadequate or embarrassed the next time I am not as motivated, or excited or pro-active as I am expected to be. Oh what a feeling!
The Koh household hasn’t bought or cooked any meat in the last 3 weeks or so.
I thought that was worth its own line. This, following a viewing of a couple of docos exposing the detriment to first the environment, then our health, of animal agriculture / meat consumption. We’re not vegan yet, or even bona fide vegetarian – eating meat at our meals out, but I guess it’s a start. It might even be a transition. We’ll see. Eating meat is a pretty entrenched habit – both of us come from cultures that have been pretty locked into that consumption regimen for a very long time. But I guess the last decade or so has seen a rise in the stick-it-to-the-man Documentary exposing conspiracy / decay / decadence, and they tend to be both convincing and convicting. But for all the inconvenient truths that have been shed, and how convinced we are that they are, in fact, true, how much of the decay have we managed to turn around? Does the truth set us free? Maybe not, if the dollars and lobby groups are stacked against it. Or so it looks like anyway. I asked one of my mainland charges this week about something called WC Pay, which is kinda China’s version of ApplePay. I asked if he ever considered that using this app lets his government in on to even more of his private life. So I assumed. His answer : They already know everything I do, there’s no getting around it. Much better to have the convenience of WCPay.