Ahem, that red eyed monster would be me. Or that would be me with jet lag. What else would get someone out of bed at 3:00 am when that very person just wants to sleep? That's right the international, trans-time-zonal afflicter of sleeplessness, jet lag.
My eyes are red, and puffy and I don't look good today. And there is good reason why this is happening. It is not noon as my body insists it is. It is early morning and I should be asleep but no, I am up wondering why I am up.
I have to admit that there is an element of divine retribution. Many visitors to Jinja arrive in the same kind of condition that I am in. Unfortunately for them if they arrive on a Wednesday it means they will attend evening Bible study and I see them struggle to stay awake but they just can't do it. I get a laugh watching their faces contort trying not to yawn and I chuckle when their faces slowly slide into a vacant expression that can only indicate peaceful, bliss filled rest. And then I ask a question watching heads snap back as they try to appear awake but it is no use. They are out. The lights are on but nobody is home!
I understand their problem better now.
Once, having come back to the USA with a massive head cold and jet lag, the friends we were staying with took us to their favorite restaurant. I was wearing an old baggy gray sweater that had grease stains all over it, (it was the only warm clothing I had) and I got up to go to the rest room. Two little old ladies were just coming out of the women's side. They saw me, gasped, grabbed one another and backpedaled into the ladies room. I thought, "My that was strange." Normally I don't have that effect on little old ladies. I wondered what was up with them. I hadn't considered my looks as a factor. But peering into the mirror I saw just how bad I looked. Going back to my table I had to pass these two again. I decided to apologize for frightening them. Of course I didn't look any better and because of the massive head and chest cold when I spoke all than came out was a low raspy noise which sounded like Clint Eastwood saying, "Do you feel lucky? Do ya, punk?" and a cat fighting with a chainsaw. Their eyes grew wide with fear and they literally ran from the diner.
Telling Bev what had happened she told me that I should probably save all greetings and subsequent apologies until after I had shaved, combed my hair and my eyes had least some white return to them. A very wise woman, she is.
Now I just have to go wake her up and ask her for more advice. On second thought maybe I'll wait til morning.
Monday, April 22, 2013
Sunday, April 14, 2013
An Excuse to Live
I was diagnosed with PD (Parkinson's disease) in December of 2005. At that time I struggled not to let my identity become "the missionary with PD." I thought it would be simple. I would just act as if the illness didn't exist. I put on a stoic face (that is a part of PD, the mask, which is a loss of facial expression). It seemed easy enough to do. But as time has gone on the stoic approach has turned out to be a bad idea. It gave me an excuse to hide. It gave me an excuse to get lazy and to stop caring for people. It gave me an excuse to quit.
I imagine others feel this way. Any sort of chronic, debilitating disease can drain the life out of you. You start to look at what you have lost and forget about what you have. As symptoms get worse and you feel the effects more, the illness eats you up and you become the very thing that you swore you would not become.
All the while you think everyone sees you are not the same. That you are crumbling into the dust. But that is far from the truth. Because we personally feel it we think everyone sees it. But it is only our badly distorted view of our lives.
I write this not to get sympathy or attention but to encourage others and myself that if you look only at what has been taken away you will never see the good things the Lord Jesus has put in your life. I know. The depression I have had from PD is minor but I still have to battle it. It still looms like a dark storm in my rear view mirror from which the tornado can appear at any moment. It is exhausting to try to move forward when I am only looking back. My depression is much worse when my life seems to lie in the past and only struggle and death is ahead. I have come to the conclusion that this is nothing but my sinful nature rearing its ugly head. I start to grumble and complain like the Israelites in the desert who did not see the manna and quail for what it was, God's blessings. I overlook the good things God has given me just as the people of Israel did. It gives me an easy excuse to die.
But God has given me the perfect excuse to live. Living life as joyfully as I can. It is a lot more satisfying than giving up. Why should I, or any of us, rob ourselves of our future and cling so desperately to the past?
At a pastors and wives conference this past week, it dawned on me that God had somehow given me a relationship with all these families. They are reminders of the past when our friendships began but more so they remind of of the future. The chance to see them grow in Christ. See their infants become kids, then teenagers. They are now starting to have families themselves and God has given me a front row seat to their lives. Provided I don't decide to sit in the balcony.
As Bev and I head to America for the first time in three years, I have been afraid of what I will find. Have we been gone too long? Why do I feel more like I am going on a short term mission trip? I am hearing the Lord tell me, "Be at peace." So I am getting excited about seeing family and friends again.
"I have told you these things so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world." John 16:33
That is my excuse to live!
I imagine others feel this way. Any sort of chronic, debilitating disease can drain the life out of you. You start to look at what you have lost and forget about what you have. As symptoms get worse and you feel the effects more, the illness eats you up and you become the very thing that you swore you would not become.
All the while you think everyone sees you are not the same. That you are crumbling into the dust. But that is far from the truth. Because we personally feel it we think everyone sees it. But it is only our badly distorted view of our lives.
I write this not to get sympathy or attention but to encourage others and myself that if you look only at what has been taken away you will never see the good things the Lord Jesus has put in your life. I know. The depression I have had from PD is minor but I still have to battle it. It still looms like a dark storm in my rear view mirror from which the tornado can appear at any moment. It is exhausting to try to move forward when I am only looking back. My depression is much worse when my life seems to lie in the past and only struggle and death is ahead. I have come to the conclusion that this is nothing but my sinful nature rearing its ugly head. I start to grumble and complain like the Israelites in the desert who did not see the manna and quail for what it was, God's blessings. I overlook the good things God has given me just as the people of Israel did. It gives me an easy excuse to die.
But God has given me the perfect excuse to live. Living life as joyfully as I can. It is a lot more satisfying than giving up. Why should I, or any of us, rob ourselves of our future and cling so desperately to the past?
At a pastors and wives conference this past week, it dawned on me that God had somehow given me a relationship with all these families. They are reminders of the past when our friendships began but more so they remind of of the future. The chance to see them grow in Christ. See their infants become kids, then teenagers. They are now starting to have families themselves and God has given me a front row seat to their lives. Provided I don't decide to sit in the balcony.
As Bev and I head to America for the first time in three years, I have been afraid of what I will find. Have we been gone too long? Why do I feel more like I am going on a short term mission trip? I am hearing the Lord tell me, "Be at peace." So I am getting excited about seeing family and friends again.
"I have told you these things so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world." John 16:33
That is my excuse to live!
Thursday, April 11, 2013
Down The Drain
When I first came to Uganda I was very curious as to which way the water would spiral down the drain at the equator. I took it upon myself to test it when I had an opportunity. Since Bev and I only had a shower with no tub I had to do preliminary tests in the kitchen sink. These tests were inconclusive as every time I would attempt this experiment in physics one of the staff members would come in and ask what I was doing.
I love the people here dearly but they really don't have a desire to perform sophisticated drain water spiral analysis as I do. They would walk up to me and ask what was wrong with the sink. "Nothing" I'd reply. To which their answer would always be, "Good, I was afraid you had broken it." (I've always had the suspicion that my wife had told them to say that.) I would then be forced to defend myself and humbly mention that I was the one who fixed everything around here. I can still see the smirk on Bev's face when J.B. slowly pointed at the six ongoing repair projects in the kitchen and said "Like those?" In my defense, those things would have eventually been fixed, if parts had been available.
But finally after 6 months my opportunity came when Bev and I were asked to house sit for some friends. They had no shower, just a bath. So my first experiment in June of 1998 gave conclusive proof that at the summer solstice the water at the equator spirals the same direction as in America. Subsequent tests during the winter solstice showed the water spiraled the other direction. Further test on the spring and fall equinoxes showed that the water doesn't spiral at all but goes straight down the drain. I was so excited about these last findings that I immediately emailed my twin brother, Jim. I still remember his excited response, "You didn't break the tub did you?"
But the most important thing I learned from this is to be happy that the sink drains or the toilet flushes at all.
Homes in Uganda have three styles of toilet. The third world squat style which is little more than hole to a pipe with water in it. Effective but messy.
The US style, which has the tank mounted on the back of the throne, is better. The problem with this style is the African siphon valve used to flush it. They don't work well and many times to flush it you must pump the handle continually until it flushes and then there is not enough water to finish the job or it never flushes and you pump the handle until the water is gone. At this point the water is over and you must wait to try your luck again once the tank is filled. If you try again too soon it will not flush and you have to try yet again. I believe the ancient library in Alexandria began as a restroom and had instructions on how to flush the toilet. This expanded in size with the addition of How-to-books on flushing until the library was formed or the thing finally worked. This tradition carries on today in most American homes.
The third type is the two piece throne and tank. To function properly the tank must be precisely 105 millimeters above the throne. It never does because it never is. This style of loo is readily identifiable by the bucket of water next to the toilet. You just pour it in the bowl and your trouble is over. Plus it also works as a calendar, provided you watch which way the water goes down.
I love the people here dearly but they really don't have a desire to perform sophisticated drain water spiral analysis as I do. They would walk up to me and ask what was wrong with the sink. "Nothing" I'd reply. To which their answer would always be, "Good, I was afraid you had broken it." (I've always had the suspicion that my wife had told them to say that.) I would then be forced to defend myself and humbly mention that I was the one who fixed everything around here. I can still see the smirk on Bev's face when J.B. slowly pointed at the six ongoing repair projects in the kitchen and said "Like those?" In my defense, those things would have eventually been fixed, if parts had been available.
But finally after 6 months my opportunity came when Bev and I were asked to house sit for some friends. They had no shower, just a bath. So my first experiment in June of 1998 gave conclusive proof that at the summer solstice the water at the equator spirals the same direction as in America. Subsequent tests during the winter solstice showed the water spiraled the other direction. Further test on the spring and fall equinoxes showed that the water doesn't spiral at all but goes straight down the drain. I was so excited about these last findings that I immediately emailed my twin brother, Jim. I still remember his excited response, "You didn't break the tub did you?"
But the most important thing I learned from this is to be happy that the sink drains or the toilet flushes at all.
Homes in Uganda have three styles of toilet. The third world squat style which is little more than hole to a pipe with water in it. Effective but messy.
The US style, which has the tank mounted on the back of the throne, is better. The problem with this style is the African siphon valve used to flush it. They don't work well and many times to flush it you must pump the handle continually until it flushes and then there is not enough water to finish the job or it never flushes and you pump the handle until the water is gone. At this point the water is over and you must wait to try your luck again once the tank is filled. If you try again too soon it will not flush and you have to try yet again. I believe the ancient library in Alexandria began as a restroom and had instructions on how to flush the toilet. This expanded in size with the addition of How-to-books on flushing until the library was formed or the thing finally worked. This tradition carries on today in most American homes.
The third type is the two piece throne and tank. To function properly the tank must be precisely 105 millimeters above the throne. It never does because it never is. This style of loo is readily identifiable by the bucket of water next to the toilet. You just pour it in the bowl and your trouble is over. Plus it also works as a calendar, provided you watch which way the water goes down.
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