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Matt 28:19
Good Morning My Friends in Christ !
From W. Sierra Madre, it is 7:05 a.m (pst) as I begin composing this
morning’s message, and the sun is rising. It rained last night—a rare
event in southern California—meaning the skies and mountains will be
very clear, also a rare event in southern California. Sierra Madre is
right alongside the foothills where the air sometimes stands still,
so the rain is good for this area, in particular. And I just had a coffee
and a “bear claw” with chocolate on it. I don’t recommend that to the
kids for breakfast but for myself it’s okay for now. I’ll eat more later.
And thanks to those of you who participated in my
communion/Eucharist service on December 7. I appreciate the
sense of solidarity (oneness) from that experience
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—one of whom I met—and both of whom went to
University of Michigan Law School. One of them now is an
associate professor at the University of Texas, Auburn; and I’m not sure
about the other. I remember visiting with one of them in Lansing, MI
when he was still working at a law firm there.
Our conscience has a purpose. It’s like the nerves in our body.
If we ignore the signals of pain when our skin is being burned we will
lose our skin or more. If we ignore physical pain signals we risk losing
our physical lives. Likewise, if we ignore spiritual signals we risk losing
our spirituality—our walk with God. Paradoxically, in terms of
spirituality (unlike physical pain) —sometimes “pain” is a good
sign. Albeit in physical conditioning for a long time the notion “no pain,
no gain” was a motto for body builders. Whether that notion was
actually legitimate is arguable. For building bigger muscles, maybe yes,
but in terms of physical health, maybe not. But in terms of spiritually—
pain is sometimes necessary to break out of our
comfortable, but regressive, comfort zones. Unfortunately,
not everybody breaks out of those zones.
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many comfort zones behind in my lifetime that I don’t think that much
about the pain anymore. It’s just there, and eventually gets left behind.
But then I might fall into a new comfort zone and I have to make a
decision to get up and go or acquiesce to the local norms. So far I have
kept on going.
After that year at Pine Rest (a very interesting year) I had been
accepted into law school and was preparing to move to Detroit
when I got a call from this kid named Maat. Or maybe his parents
called, I don’t remember. For me, being done with college I was feeling
like an adult and very independent and was ready to live on my own at
that time—having already checked out housing around Detroit; but the
Maats asked if I wanted a roommate to cut costs, and said they
already had school housing reserved—with need for a roommate for
their son, Timothy.
I wasn’t sure, but Tim was a decent economical factors came into
my mind and I reluctantly agreed to my chagrin later on. fellow
—tall kid, but didn’t even have his own car. He relied upon me for
everything—shopping, etc. I wasn’t used to that sort of closeness,
especially with another fellow (as opposed to a gal) and as law school
began I was already feeling “cooped” up. Suddenly I was around a
kid I didn’t know much about other than that he came from the
Reformed tradition like myself—for 24/7 (i.e. 24 hours a day, seven days
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a week). I should have forked out the extra dough and got my own
apartment.
I got in the car ---my little blue Toyota Celica—and headed back to
Grand Rapids where I had a few things stored. I planned to say
farewell to a few people, including Doug Kosters—and then
head west. I had been living on Kalamazoo Ave for that year prior to
law school with Kevin Vredeveld, Dan Dekam, and Jack Holwerda.
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junior college for a few years to get things straightened out, but seemed
to be finally clarifying his direction, or so I thought.
Then I went back to Denver, got in my Celica and headed west towards
Los Angeles. I was feeling great to be out of Michigan for a while and
great to have made a critical decision, even though leaving law school
behind was leaving a potentially comfortable career behind. I didn’t
have a plan. I just went. Arriving in Bellflower (where my parents
live) I unpacked a few things and contemplated what I might
do next.
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professors at Calvin College –in the Music Department and Mr Slenk
was best known for conducting the annual Messiah
concert/choir performance at the downtown Civic Auditorium (or DeVos
Hall).
I got to know these kids a little bit and we fellowshipped together for a
while but I was starting to get restless. I needed to do something, to
go somewhere. It was about that time that an earthquake hit
Costa Rica (Spring of 1991) and I was ready to help out. In the
back of my mind I also knew that Barb Wiersma was teaching there in
San Jose, Costa Rica—and thought maybe I would run into her down
there. She was not my girlfriend, but for a while we were a little
more than just social friends. That was back in Grand Rapids—and
prior to that we had first met in Spain—on our semester in Spain with
Calvin College (see the message from a few weeks ago). Barb kept
popping up in the same places as myself. So a relationship had
developed.
But she was definitely thinking marriage at the time and I was
still thinking—finish law school. When I said “wait” she considered
it a “NO” and a rejection of her. She was not thinking clearly—totally at
an emotional level. And that’s what ended our relationship. I thought
she would see things more clearly later on but then she went on to
Costa Rica. By that time I was working at Pine Rest and had
begun a relationship with Kim Kooiker, a local gal who had
graduated recently from Calvin College. I didn’t hear from
Barb again—no letters, no phone calls.
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They hit it off—and having a relationship with somebody so young in
some countries is not considered unusual. IN fact, Tom decided, at
the age of 30, to marry Melva when she was still
fourteen or fifteen. They apparently got married in Belize and
stayed there for a while. Later Tom became involved with in missions,
supported by the denomination.
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“needs assessment” trip and prepared to return with the
supplies needed most—and the ones the denomination could afford
to purchase and donate. IT was a very educational experience for me as
I learned more about doing a needs assessment. I was assigned to be the
cameraman.
They actually have to jack up the houses and put blocks and posts under
them. The earthquake knocked them right off their elevating materials
and in one case—a missionary home had fell on top of their own car—a
land rover which they parked underneath their home. It was while we
were helping the missionary family that a landslide covered
one end of a tunnel, blocking our way out for several hours.
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Meanwhile, I bumped into Barb Wiersma once and only
once—she was teaching there along with Janet Ludema—another
Calvin College graduate and acquaintance. Janet was staying at the
home of a missionary couple—who were gone for a few
months, and Janet invited me to stay at their home there. I stayed for a
little while but eventually moved back to the Posts house. I socialized
with Janet & Barb but Barb had become another person. She was
no longer somebody I knew—truly knew.
She was not like the person you see in the pictures from the
Dominican Republic or even in Spain. She was a different
person. When I hear of stories of people being “possessed” and how
families have had to pull a loved one of an occult experience, sometimes
forcibly, I think of Barb. She was not acting like somebody I knew.
The sense of familiarity was gone. And the “natural affection” was gone
as well. I had hoped to give her a sense of my affection and concern for
her but she was not listening. She was not receptive. She wasn’t rude
or mean-spirited, just absent—or vacant, as if she had turned off
an emotional part of herself.
Janet, too, was changing. She was still nice to me but was not exactly
the same person I knew from Calvin College. I didn’t know what to
think. It may have been that Janet & Barb had gotten involved
with Costa Rican boys or young men, and that their romantic
or sensual relationships were causing them to change their
outlook and natural affection. It seemed like a loss of their
American loyalties, and I wasn’t sure about their Christian walk
anymore. I can’t say I was a perfect person but I was still walking
in Christ and for Christ. I hoped they still were too.
Nonetheless, with the change of personalities I knew I couldn’t
stay around for very long. I had to make a decision to either return
to the USA or find something meaningful and constructive to do around
Costa Rica. The disaster relief only lasted so long. Kathy Van Till
led the way after the needs assessment and seemed to be doing well on
her own with the help of a few locals. I had done my part in that regard.
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The Post family suggested I look for a job in San Jose
and stay for a while. They even suggested teaching English. That’s
what Janet & Barb were doing. I looked in the Tico Times (the local
newspaper, in English) for possible jobs and came across something
about a need for a tutor/teacher in Drake Bay, which meant nothing to
me. I didn’t know the country that well. Drake Bay, it turned out, was in
a remote area of southern Costa Rica, accessible only by boat. I called
the number and talked to a fellow by the name of Herb
Merchant—an American from Wisconsin, now living in Costa Rica.
He was in his 70’s and married to a younger Tica (female Costa
Rican). They had a few kids together, two of whom, Brian & Adrian,
were now elementary school age and needed a teacher. He said there
was a local school but he wanted better education for them, including
English education.
Herb had started the camp with his wife, and tourists came from all
over to see the nearby rainforest, go fishing, explore, and relax. Nearby
was Corcovado National Park (see
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Corcovado_National_Park )—well known
by biologists, zoologists, professors, etc as a preserved Rain Forest
ecosystem—with lots of wildlife and nature to observe and study,
including the Scarlet Macaws and Toucans that frequently flew
overhead. But also a variety of other species—lots of monkeys,
including Howler monkeys, and the 3-Toed Sloth,the
giant ant-eater (evidence of which we saw but did not actually see
the animal itself) among other things. It was an eye-opening experience
for me. There were no cars here. No roads. People walked, rode
horses, or traveled by small boats.
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My real reason for going to Costa Rica was “religious.”
IN addition to the disaster relief—or more so than the disaster relief was
the evangelistic fervor within me. I carried Christian tracts and
was ready to speak about Jesus at a moments notice. I wanted
to tell the Good News. I would have been ready to start a church
there in the Osa Peninsula where Drake Bay was—had the opportunity
arisen. But I was now a teacher for Brian & Adrian and did
that for several months—every morning from 8 to 1 with a break
for lunch, four days a week. In my spare time I went swimming,
fishing, horseback riding, and helped the tourists, as I got to
know the area myself. I hung out with some of the locals and they
showed me around as well.
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we had our special spectacles ready—and it turned dark as
night—or almost—for several minutes. Wow! What an experience !
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well. She came and visited once—she was in her late teens at the
time, and she was pregnant, not married. I don’t know what Herb
had in mind but he seemed to be trying to engineer something
between her and myself. And she was a nice enough gal but
nothing happened between us. She returned to Wisconsin and I
don’t know what happened to her.
For those of you who do not know –Doug shot himself in the head with a
shot gun in the basement of the home he was living at—his roommates
were Calvin Seminary students. I flew back for the funeral, helped
carry the casket to the grave, and shared the moments with some
friends and the Koster family. Even Lisa Korf ( the queen of our
high school class, 1985) showed up. But a lot of people didn’t. I
would have liked to see more people from school and church present at
the funeral. This is in memory of Doug—a great kid.
Prayer: Dear God, Thank you for this day! The birds are
chirping. I hear some parrots flying overhead. Your
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Presence is real. You are the Great Provider and the
Guide. Your Holy Spirit in our lives is what leads us,
indwells us, gives us the words & thoughts each and every
day to create peace—Christian peace, not fake peace.
Help us be bearers of Your Will, not ours, Oh Lord.
Thank You. In Christ’s name we pray. Amen.
Song: Rock of Ages
http://www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/r/o/rockages.htm
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and never completely. WE retain some of our own personal identity and
our own story but some of what we say, tell, and do, overlaps, and we
become more compassionate individuals. We broaden our
horizons and the small world we live in becomes a little bigger, and
bigger. TALK IS NOT CHEAP ! Not in this regard.
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help and that they had missionaries there. What they were not willing to
do, however, was speak Spanish or become assimilated to the culture.
Barb & Janet were willing to do so, more than others. They even went
so far as to have Costa Rican boyfriends. How far should we go as
missionaries and Christians in terms of compromising our
cultural norms and outlook? That’s a missiological question.
And keep the Brinks family in mind as well. Ray & Gladys
are now retired and living in Falsmouth, Michigan—a nice home
alongside a river there. Ray loves to go fishing, in addition to
being a fisher of men for so many years. I’m sure he’s a
“fisher of men” at heart still. And Steve is teaching elementary
school in Grand Rapids at Alexander Elementary School. His two
brothers as I mentioned have law careers, one at University of Texas,
Austin. Keep them in mind.
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family in a utilitarian manner. Nobody should “use”
anybody in a utilitarian manner.
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earth, God—You have given it to us! Let us BELIEVE and
TRUST. And them simply GO !
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