ESL Musings

We were asked to share one thing that we have been learning through our studies.

She looked down to collect her thoughts and finally spoke:

I still have questions about God and have doubts. But I know one thing. I want to be like the people who follow Jesus. 

Moments like these I am reminded of the power of God and His divine appointments.
They are indeed divine.

Witnessing miracles every Friday morning. One of my greatest blessings here in Boston.

Love is the Foundation

"Wow, that'a amazing," she breathed.

Her words stopped me in my tracks. My mind just seconds before was buzzing with ideas on what to do next--it was on panic mode after I woke up just an hour before, way after sleeping past my alarm and fully aware that I have a paper due in just 2 hours that was nowhere near complete. It was in the shower when God gave me 1 Corinthians 13 to go over for my first study with my ESL student and dear friend. I felt stripped of control, completely unprepared, totally undone. If a miracle was to happen, there was nothing I could take credit for. And perhaps that was exactly where He wanted me.

This morning I had the honor of guiding a sister through prayer and reading the Word. As we read verse by verse, back and forth from English to Chinese, I could see her eyes widen, her voice pause, and her eyes scan the passage once more. I don't think the Chinese translation is right, she would murmur at times. Just that Sunday, the pastor preached about the living Word. Indeed it is. How could I doubt it when I see my dear friend so captivated after her first reading of this infamous chapter on love? This chapter that I had memorized in elementary school and almost outgrown and taken for granted. She, however, saw His words with fresh eyes. The way they were to be seen and understood. She, was hearing His voice. And I? I was seeing it.

"Love is the foundation," she concluded.

Yes, it is. It really is.
When we reachout, God really does reachin.
Blessed beyond measure in this place.

You unravel me, Lord.
May I never forget what it is like to approach Your Word with childlike faith.
Never ever. May I never grow tired of hearing Your voice.

If you sent me all the way to Boston to witness this,
this was all so worth it.

Lessons from a Blind Man

Blind Bartimaeus Receives His Sight

"Then they came to Jericho. As Jesus and his disciples, together with a large crowd, were leaving the city, a blind man, Bartimaeus (which means “son of Timaeus”), was sitting by the roadside begging. When he heard that it was Jesus of Nazareth, he began to shout, “Jesus, Son of David, have mercy on me!”Many rebuked him and told him to be quiet, but he shouted all the more, “Son of David, have mercy on me!”Jesus stopped and said, “Call him.”So they called to the blind man, “Cheer up! On your feet! He’s calling you.” Throwing his cloak aside, he jumped to his feet and came to Jesus."What do you want me to do for you?” Jesus asked him.The blind man said, “Rabbi, I want to see.”“Go,” said Jesus, “your faith has healed you.” Immediately he received his sight and followed Jesus along the road." -Mark 10: 45-52

Once again, Friday morning comes, and excitement rattles my bones. ESL classes at Highrock have been so life-giving for me here in Cambridge. Gathered in a room full of believers and non-believers alike, we delve into the Word after English class to receive fresh insight in ways that I've never experienced before. Today, God spoke against my stubborn tendency to do. I find myself constantly asking, "God, what can I do for you?" when He is actually telling me something else.

Be like the blind beggar, Cathy. Throw your cloak aside. Throw aside your most treasured possession and come to me. Jump to your feet and come to me. 

As I look through my emails and long list of to-dos, I'm starting to understand now.

What do you want me to do for you?

This is mind-boggling. This is almost exasperating. How could the God of the universe, the God of my very breath moving through my lungs right now, dare ask me this question?

Lord, I want more faith. I want to see you the way the blind man did. Because if I don't see you for who you really are, I will never be willing or able to throw my cloak aside. Grant me this. 

Nana

She threw her head back and chuckled her loud, boisterous laugh.

You would have never guessed that she came from poverty.

And that she tasted the bitterness of homelessness.

She taught me many things that afternoon in Toah Nipi.

I got my blanket stolen right off me while sleeping at the shelter.

Sometimes they take your shoes, so you sleep with them on.

Oh, but that blanket. How I miss that soft blanket.

Of course you can offer your leftovers. 

As long as you ask, I assure you 9 times out of 10 they'll take it.

Just make sure you ask. 

Once we were all in line, baking in the heat, to get a spot at the shelter.

Across the street, a church was cooking hot dogs for us.

My mouth was watering and I wanted it so bad.

But I had to decide whether to give up my spot in line or wait it out.

I decided to wait so I could get a place to sleep that night.

Others couldn't resist and went for the hot dog.

But they didn't get no place to sleep for the night. 

You see, I was mentally ill.

I was hearing voices in my head telling me crazy things.

I needed help. Some of these people are just like that.

They once had a normal life, but something went on inside that head.

But Jesus rescued me.

Oh yes, yes He did.

Thank you Nana.

For patiently answering all my questions.

Jesus is so alive in you, I keep thinking of you.

Thoughts from a Quiet Place

Then, because so many people were coming and going that they did not even have a chance to eat, he said to them, "Come with me by yourselves to a quiet place and get some rest." So they went away by themselves in a boat to a solitary place. -Mark 6:31-32

It was nice to get away. 

To get lost in the woods. To be suspended in the waters.

To see the familiar foliage that decorated my childhood in the east coast.

We chewed on Mark 2 for three days.

The story of four friends bringing Jesus their paralyzed friend.

Four friends who made a hole in the roof so Jesus would heal him.

Some key takeaways from the characters:

Jesus

am I also open to disruption?

how do I give evidence of God's power?

am I a "slave to efficiency" or open to God's radical plans?

Paralyzed man

do I allow myself to be supported by others?

do I obey, no matter the circumstance?

do I accept his unconditional forgiveness?

Friends

am I willing to sacrifice for my friend(s)?

do I believe that my faith can heal my friends?

do I wait for an "agenda" or do I simply bring my friend to Jesus?

Teachers of the law

do I understand that Jesus is "unconventional"?

am I open to change?

do I fully understand that God sees my heart?

Crowd

how do I respond to disruption?

do I make room for those who are hurting?

do I come with expectation?

May I never grow tired of learning.

May I never grow weary of leaning on my God.

When Sisters Visit

Thankful for these beautiful souls.

When Cabell 104 did Boston.

October 14-17.

Nemo needs a wash.

English is Hard

het·er·o·nym

ˈhedərəˌnim/

noun

LINGUISTICS

1. 1.

   each of two or more words that are spelled identically but have different sounds and meanings, such as tear meaning “rip” and tear meaning “liquid from the eye.”
2. 2.

   each of two or more words that are used to refer to the identical thing in different geographical areas of a speech community, such as submarine sandwich, hoagie, and grinder.

May I never forget the challenges and frustrations with learning a second language.

May I never forget what it felt like standing in those lines at the bakery and stumbling over my order in Paris.

May I never forget how her face flushed red when the cashier repeatedly asked her to repeat her request. 

May I never forget the embarrassment when the professor scoffed at my pronunciation of preuve.

May I always remember the deep joy of connecting to someone dans sa langue maternelle.