Recently, the basketball teams at Mountainveiw International Christian School competed in an international school tournament. Travel in Indonesia is slow. The bus trip took around eight hours. The teams both played well in the tournament. For the boys team, this meant easily winning the tournament while the girls team lost in the semifinals to the eventual champions. I had hoped that the third day tournament would have resulted in a quiet bus ride home. I was wrong.
The players were wired for most of the return trip home. However an unexpected sight silenced the boisterous crew. In the middle of their carrying on, one player exclaimed, "Look at all of those birds!" Silence ensued as everyone moved or craned their necks to see hundreds maybe even a thousand small birds perched on the power lines running parallel to the road.
Having grown up in the Midwest, birds on power lines was nothing new. In fact, I wasn't impressed at all but I said nothing because the players were awed by the sight. In truth, it was an usual sight in Indonesia. Indonesians hunt birds for sport. The possession of firearms by regular citizens is prohibited, but pellet or BB guns are not. The result is that you see relatively few birds for a place teeming with insect life.
As I reflected on this sighting of birds on a wire, I was reminded how our experience changes our perspective. No more clearly is this seen than in our decisions. We make decisions based on our experience. This is not a bad thing. Most of the time, our past provides a wealth of information from which we can use to make good, if not godly, decisions. However, what happens when our decisions clash with the wants of another? Do you, like me, assume that your experience is somehow superior to the other you are in conflict with? Do these feelings of superiority lead to a condescending attitude about them? Maybe you even try to demonize the other. In a fallen world this happens. However that doesn't mean that we must participate in such a cycle. Christ came to reconcile all things and all people. Through Christ we have the ability to choose a different path, a different way of living.
Watching the high school students be awed by birds on a wire reminded me that sometimes we must simply discipline ourselves to enjoy that which someone else finds enjoyable or be awed by something that seems common place. This mindset might also include making decisions that enable God to surprise us, especially when we are convinced that we are right.
May God grant us the courage to change the things we can, patience to bear the things we can't and wisdom to know the difference.
Saturday, May 26, 2012
School's Out!
When I was a senior in high school back in 1990, I remember anxiously waiting for the final school bell to toll releasing my class from high school forever. With great joy, my classmates and I joined Alice Cooper in singing his rendition of "School's Out". It was a glorious moment. Of course, the song ended and with it the excitement of school being out. I watched this roller coaster of emotions in my students again this year. Being an international school changes the way everyone views the end of school. It is a time of celebration, but tears flow freely because each students knows this very well could be the last time they will see some of their classmates and teachers.
This year marks the end of our three-year commitment to Mountainview International Christian School. Our time in Indonesia has flown by. I have not loved every minute of it, but I have greatly enjoyed most of it. I will miss the students and their rich diversity, I will miss the staff, both expat and national and I will miss the people of Indonesia.
At the close of school this year I found myself trying to do what I have been encouraging students, especially seniors to do; allow yourself to be both happy and sad. Happy and excited about what the future holds and sad to leave the things you know behind. With one week to go, I find myself filled more with sadness than excitement. For three years I have poured myself into students that they may know God. With tears, I embraced them Thursday (Graduation Day) and told them good bye. It has been very good to be in Indonesia.
We started this blog as a way of communicating with friends and family what God is doing on this side of the planet. Indeed we have seen God at work in Indonesia. He has been changing peoples' lives through missionaries serving in the area. He has been transforming students from what they want to be to wanting what God wants them to be. And He has been at work in our own lives teaching us that the Gospel is indeed for everyone.
As for our future, we anticipate boarding a plane to return to the US Sunday, June 3. We will stop in Beijing, China to do some sight-seeing before heading to back to Oklahoma. We are looking forward to seeing friends and family. Blessings to you in the name of Christ. ~Jeff
This year marks the end of our three-year commitment to Mountainview International Christian School. Our time in Indonesia has flown by. I have not loved every minute of it, but I have greatly enjoyed most of it. I will miss the students and their rich diversity, I will miss the staff, both expat and national and I will miss the people of Indonesia.
At the close of school this year I found myself trying to do what I have been encouraging students, especially seniors to do; allow yourself to be both happy and sad. Happy and excited about what the future holds and sad to leave the things you know behind. With one week to go, I find myself filled more with sadness than excitement. For three years I have poured myself into students that they may know God. With tears, I embraced them Thursday (Graduation Day) and told them good bye. It has been very good to be in Indonesia.
We started this blog as a way of communicating with friends and family what God is doing on this side of the planet. Indeed we have seen God at work in Indonesia. He has been changing peoples' lives through missionaries serving in the area. He has been transforming students from what they want to be to wanting what God wants them to be. And He has been at work in our own lives teaching us that the Gospel is indeed for everyone.
As for our future, we anticipate boarding a plane to return to the US Sunday, June 3. We will stop in Beijing, China to do some sight-seeing before heading to back to Oklahoma. We are looking forward to seeing friends and family. Blessings to you in the name of Christ. ~Jeff
Monday, May 14, 2012
Counting Down...
Because we have been so focused on the here and now we haven't spent too much time and energy thinking ahead... In four weeks we will be in Oklahoma and I am starting to wonder "what will we be doing job wise?" Is this something that we need to start worrying about? But once I get started I have a hard time stopping and unfortunately I've started and because I'm at the end of the school year and I've finished teaching the curriculum and we're just reviewing and assessing I have more time to worry... There is something to be said about keeping busy.
Today I was thinking back to June 2009 when we were leaving and everything we got rid of...oh my! This is a different kind of move than we've ever done before (and I have a lot to compare it to); we are completely starting over...some appliances, some furniture (fortunately my niece is sleeping on my bed!), all the small stuff like towels and spices and kitchen staples and...I think if I don't stop now I am going to start hyperventilating (that's a really big word for a first grade teacher to spell)!
As I had a bit of time today watching my class take an end-of-year assessment this is where my mind wandered to. One of my students must of noticed the sudden panic on my face or maybe it was the fact that all the color drained from it and I was pastey-white, anyway, they asked me what was wrong? Without waiting for me to answer they proceeded to tell me that if I was going to be sick that I could go and lay down in the nurse's office and that they could finish the test by themselves...besides in a week they would "officially" be second graders! It was at that moment I realized that I've used the word "officially" too often with them. Again before I could jump into the conversation there were six more opinions about what was wrong and what I should do to "solve" my problem. I think my favorite was that I must be scared of the smashed bug that was over by the door...Finally I was able to get their attention and explain that my "problem" was I was letting things I couldn't control bother me. Their reply "Well Mrs. Dana, how are you going to solve your problem?" Again they're throwing my own words at me, I say this multiple times a day to encourage them to become independent. So to take their advice I am going to let God handle the future and I am going to take care of the present which is finishing our service at MICS, and doing everything in my power to finish well.
Sunday, April 8, 2012
Difficult Conversations
The decision to transition back to the US has been difficult. We plan to return to Oklahoma June 9. There is a certain duality of emotions attached to our return to the US. We're anxious to see family and friends and yet sad to leave the friends that we've made here.
Today, I had a conversation that I've been avoiding since we made the decision to return to the US. I've been dreading having to tell our helpers of our departure. Our leaving represents the loss of a job for them. For Ibu Rah, we are her only means of support. As I told our helpers of our plans, they couldn't keep back their emotions. I tried to assure them that we have been pleased with their work and have enjoyed our time in Indonesia. I also shared with them that a new family would be moving into the house. I told them that I would write both of them good letters of recommendation and help them find jobs.
The truth is I know what they know. Jobs are hard to come by in Salatiga, especially for older women. Foreigners can be difficult to work for and it is the helper who changes, or is changed when difficulties arise, not the foreigner.
As Dana and I look for work in the US, I'm encouraged because God has always provided for us. Though we are getting older, I still feel like we have options. For our helpers, I see fewer options. Just as I hope to have work lined up before we return to the US, I hope that our helpers futures will be secured before we leave.
Today, I had a conversation that I've been avoiding since we made the decision to return to the US. I've been dreading having to tell our helpers of our departure. Our leaving represents the loss of a job for them. For Ibu Rah, we are her only means of support. As I told our helpers of our plans, they couldn't keep back their emotions. I tried to assure them that we have been pleased with their work and have enjoyed our time in Indonesia. I also shared with them that a new family would be moving into the house. I told them that I would write both of them good letters of recommendation and help them find jobs.
The truth is I know what they know. Jobs are hard to come by in Salatiga, especially for older women. Foreigners can be difficult to work for and it is the helper who changes, or is changed when difficulties arise, not the foreigner.
As Dana and I look for work in the US, I'm encouraged because God has always provided for us. Though we are getting older, I still feel like we have options. For our helpers, I see fewer options. Just as I hope to have work lined up before we return to the US, I hope that our helpers futures will be secured before we leave.
Contrasts
Spring break at Mountainview gave us an opportunity to take a quick trip to Jakarta to apply for tourist visas for our short stop in China on our way home this summer. Jakarta is the capital of Indonesia and home to millions of people. Our taxi driver told us that twenty-five million people call Jakarta home. The number sounds a bit high but then it's hard for me to wrap my brain around the idea of millions of people living in one huge city.
Before our visit, friends told us to visit the Indonesian Grand Mall. It is home to a nice theater and more importantly, western-styled restaurants. We watched the movie John Carter with Indonesian subtitles and then went to the Pizza Hut located in the mall. The name "grand" certainly fits the mall. It was beautiful. Each floor of the mall was decorated with a different theme. Several of the floors were made to mimic sights in New York City. The theater, which was on the top floor, had a panoramic view of the city skyline. Truly, the Grand Mall, with all of its' marble and glass was grand.
Our stop at the mall was primarily to eat and then kill time before going to the airport for the flight back towards home. Jakarta is an hour flight away or a twelve hour bus ride. Time was short so we opted to fly. Our journey from the Indonesian Grand Mall to the airport reminded us that Jakarta, like all of Indonesia is a country of contrasts. As we wound our way towards the airport, we quickly left the beautiful part of the city. New buildings and nice cars gave way to small trucks loaded with goods, motorcycles and bicycles. The buildings changed also. Clear were the signs of pollution and weather. Buildings and houses in Indonesia require a lot of up keep. It's as if the jungle is constantly trying to take the land back. New buildings look old in only a matter of years. Along these streets, we saw the poverty that enables places like the Grand Mall to exist. Wealth in Indonesia is built on the availability of cheap labor. This means that many live very simply, not as in choosing to, but having to do so. As we passed areas set aside to collect trash, we saw the shacks of the poorest of the poor who use the trash to support their existence.
Indonesia is not alone in its economic contrasts. The changes of being aware of such contrasts is deciding what to do about them. Jesus said the poor will always be among us. However, I don't think this statement is meant to abdicate us from seeking to do something about it. Instead, Jesus' words should serve to remind us that there is always economic need around us if we are willing to see it. The challenge inherent in the solution to economic contrasts is that the "haves" must share with the "have-nots" in order to see that everyone has enough. Such a solution requires us to confess that we are only stewards and not owners. And if we are in the category of the "haves", we will have to have less so that someone else can have a bit more, maybe even enough.
Before our visit, friends told us to visit the Indonesian Grand Mall. It is home to a nice theater and more importantly, western-styled restaurants. We watched the movie John Carter with Indonesian subtitles and then went to the Pizza Hut located in the mall. The name "grand" certainly fits the mall. It was beautiful. Each floor of the mall was decorated with a different theme. Several of the floors were made to mimic sights in New York City. The theater, which was on the top floor, had a panoramic view of the city skyline. Truly, the Grand Mall, with all of its' marble and glass was grand.
Our stop at the mall was primarily to eat and then kill time before going to the airport for the flight back towards home. Jakarta is an hour flight away or a twelve hour bus ride. Time was short so we opted to fly. Our journey from the Indonesian Grand Mall to the airport reminded us that Jakarta, like all of Indonesia is a country of contrasts. As we wound our way towards the airport, we quickly left the beautiful part of the city. New buildings and nice cars gave way to small trucks loaded with goods, motorcycles and bicycles. The buildings changed also. Clear were the signs of pollution and weather. Buildings and houses in Indonesia require a lot of up keep. It's as if the jungle is constantly trying to take the land back. New buildings look old in only a matter of years. Along these streets, we saw the poverty that enables places like the Grand Mall to exist. Wealth in Indonesia is built on the availability of cheap labor. This means that many live very simply, not as in choosing to, but having to do so. As we passed areas set aside to collect trash, we saw the shacks of the poorest of the poor who use the trash to support their existence.
Indonesia is not alone in its economic contrasts. The changes of being aware of such contrasts is deciding what to do about them. Jesus said the poor will always be among us. However, I don't think this statement is meant to abdicate us from seeking to do something about it. Instead, Jesus' words should serve to remind us that there is always economic need around us if we are willing to see it. The challenge inherent in the solution to economic contrasts is that the "haves" must share with the "have-nots" in order to see that everyone has enough. Such a solution requires us to confess that we are only stewards and not owners. And if we are in the category of the "haves", we will have to have less so that someone else can have a bit more, maybe even enough.
Monday, February 13, 2012
Umbrellas on Cloudless Days
Rainy season in Salatiga oftens brings weeks of rain laden clouds that effectively cause one to forget the existence of the sun. The last three weeks have been like this. Each day begins without rain but with foreboding clouds that promise the rain will fall later. As the gray days drag on they begin to color our existence. Slowly a mild depression begins to set in. Of course the onset of this sunless despair is so slow that one hardly notices it until the string of cloudy days is broken by a single bright morning. Today we had a bright sunny morning.
Riding to school each day on the motorcycle, we've gotten used to seeing people with umbrellas during the rainy season. Since it rarely rains in the morning, most umbrellas are carried closed. Today with the sun out, the umbrellas were up and open.
At first it seemed perfectly normal for people to be carrying and using their umbrellas. Or so I thought until the warm sunshine on my arms reminded me that it wasn't cloudy today. Strange isn't it, umbrellas are carried on cloudy days but open on sunny ones? This was my thought as we passed two young girls on their way to school carrying between them an open umbrella. Had I not lived in Indonesia for the past three years I may have continued to be baffled by what I saw.
You might be wondering "Why would people use an umbrella on a cloudless day?" The simple answer is to stay cool in the shade of the umbrella. While this makes sense it is only partly true. A more truthful answer would be to say that people, especially women, use umbrellas during sunny days to avoid becoming tan. Yes, in Indonesia fat means health and people don't want to be tan. It seems completely backwards to me as an American. We tend to want to be skinny and think people are sickly if they are too white.
In this case, wanting white skin goes a bit deeper than a simple case of vanity. Skin color is connected with status. Those who work in the fields become quite dark. Years of long days in the sun doing menial manual labor deeply tans a person marking them forever. In contrast, those who work inside or not at all remain untouched by the sun. They tend to be wealthier and more educated than those who work in the field. As a result, skin color is more than just a preference, it is a sign of status. The whiter your skin, the more status you may have. Interesting isn't it the things we think are important.
While it is easy for me to comment on the peculiarities of my Indonesian neighbors I wonder what they would see and say if they visited the US? I wonder what would seem strange to them? I wonder how I would respond to their critic? Would I have the ability to question my own life or would I vigorously defend the normalcy of my oddities? Today, the sunshine was more than just a welcomed change. It was a reminder to not hold anything of this world too tightly. So, consider opening your umbrella on a bright sunny day. It might teach you more than you think.
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| Rain. The time when you expect to see an open umbrella. |
At first it seemed perfectly normal for people to be carrying and using their umbrellas. Or so I thought until the warm sunshine on my arms reminded me that it wasn't cloudy today. Strange isn't it, umbrellas are carried on cloudy days but open on sunny ones? This was my thought as we passed two young girls on their way to school carrying between them an open umbrella. Had I not lived in Indonesia for the past three years I may have continued to be baffled by what I saw.
You might be wondering "Why would people use an umbrella on a cloudless day?" The simple answer is to stay cool in the shade of the umbrella. While this makes sense it is only partly true. A more truthful answer would be to say that people, especially women, use umbrellas during sunny days to avoid becoming tan. Yes, in Indonesia fat means health and people don't want to be tan. It seems completely backwards to me as an American. We tend to want to be skinny and think people are sickly if they are too white.
In this case, wanting white skin goes a bit deeper than a simple case of vanity. Skin color is connected with status. Those who work in the fields become quite dark. Years of long days in the sun doing menial manual labor deeply tans a person marking them forever. In contrast, those who work inside or not at all remain untouched by the sun. They tend to be wealthier and more educated than those who work in the field. As a result, skin color is more than just a preference, it is a sign of status. The whiter your skin, the more status you may have. Interesting isn't it the things we think are important.
While it is easy for me to comment on the peculiarities of my Indonesian neighbors I wonder what they would see and say if they visited the US? I wonder what would seem strange to them? I wonder how I would respond to their critic? Would I have the ability to question my own life or would I vigorously defend the normalcy of my oddities? Today, the sunshine was more than just a welcomed change. It was a reminder to not hold anything of this world too tightly. So, consider opening your umbrella on a bright sunny day. It might teach you more than you think.
Saturday, January 21, 2012
2011: Year in Review
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year from the Selzers.
We hope that this Advent Season and your Christmas celebrations have helped you remember the miraculous event of God coming to dwell with humanity. It is a powerful reminder of the importance of relationship with God first and then with all people. Certainly our time in Indonesia has fleshed out a greater understanding of just who ‘all people’ means.
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| Christmas Eve 2011 (Perhaps our last Christmas photo where everyone is in shorts) |
Last Christmas we were blessed to host some of our friends from Nebraska, Jay Dee and Wendy Janzen. It was a good time to reconnect with those from our own culture while exposing them to the culture we now enjoy. This Christmas, we celebrated Christ’s birth with 34 people from our house church and other friends. We fellowshipped with a light meal before worshipping God in song, reading Scripture and lighting the Christ candle in the Advent wreath. The rest of our break was spent getting ready for the next semester and exploring more of Indonesia, specifically a small island off the east coast of Bali called Gili Air. It was beautiful. We enjoyed snorkeling with sea turtles, seeing dolphins from our fast ferry and soaking up some sunshine. In Salatiga, we get very little sunshine this time of year because we are in the midst of rainy season.
The time between this Christmas and last Christmas has gone by fast, perhaps too fast. Here’s a quick year-end review of the family.
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| Sunrise on Gili Island |
Jeff continues to teach in the high school at Mountainview International Christian School (MICS). The classes he’s teaching this year include Old Testament Survey, New Testament Survey, Biology 1, Apologetics, Missions and Weight Training. His other responsibilities this year included Dana. The girls’ season ends February 26. On Monday and Thursday nights, Jeff can be found playing badminton at one of the local indoor courts. He has been playing with members of MICS national staff for about two years. For Jeff, it’s been a great way to build relationships and stay in shape.
Dana is in her third year of teaching first grade and continues to enjoy these little people from around the world. She continues to be amazed at how quickly they are able to learn in English when for the majority it is their second or even third language. Dana spends most of her time perfecting the first grade curriculum and finding ways to make learning fun for her students. When she is not in the classroom she is planning events for the school. This year’s events so far have been Book Character Day, the all-school Christmas chapel, and the K-12 Winter Field Day.
Quintin turned 16 and is in 10th grade this year. During our visit to the US this summer he was able to take drivers’ education and practice a bit before we returned to Indonesia. He enjoys playing basketball and is on the JV team. He can’t wait to get back to America. He misses the good food and his books that are in storage though he reads a lot here. He also misses family and friends and hopes to see them soon.
Abby turned 12 in June and is in the sixth grade. Sixth grade is a bit different for her since she now has four teachers instead of just one. Abby’s highlights this past year included going to the beach and snorkeling where she could explore coral and the life that dwells under the ocean. She also enjoyed visiting the monkey forest and having monkeys crawl on her. Abby writes “Although I love it here, I can’t wait to be back in Thomas and Henderson”.
Zach is in the fifth grade this year and turned 11 in October. Zach has a first year teacher named Ms. Lauren. His highlights from 2011 include climbing to the top of a volcanic crater (Mt. Bromo) and petting a lion club at the Bali Zoo. Like Abby, Zach enjoyed staying on an island that you could walk all the way around in two hours and playing in the ocean.
With this being our last year, we’ve tried to see a bit more of Indonesia. These efforts included going to the Gili Islands and to the volcano, Mt. Bromo. Mt. Bromo is located in western Java. It is roughly a 10 hour journey from Salatiga that takes one from the warm moist air of central Java to the cool, thin air of west Java high in the mountains. Mt. Bromo is spectacular to view at sunrise. It is also the coldest place we’ve been in three years.
We were also blessed by Pleasant View Mennonite Church this past year to be able to travel to the US over the summer. Of course we had to get used to driving on the right side of the road instead of the left but that was a small thing in comparison to the opportunity to visit family and friends from California, Nebraska, Kansas and Oklahoma. It was especially good for our children to reconnect with friends knowing that we’d soon be returning to stay.
“Staying”. That seems to be a word that we’ve had difficulty doing. For now we plan to finish the 2011-2012 school year in Salatiga and then leave for the US June 4. We’ve chosen to spend a few days in Beijing, China on our way home. Our immediate goal upon return is to see family and friends. After that, we don’t know. What we do know is that God has been faithful in the past. We hope His provision for us will include a teaching job for Dana and some type of meaningful work for Jeff. As soon as we know something we’ll let everyone else know so you can join us in giving thanks to God.
Whether in the US or in Indonesia, we pray that God will continue to call all people to Himself; and that the called will be resolved to live as a new people, redeemed by God for the purpose of living in right relationship with God, each other and all of creation.
Blessings to each of you in 2012.
Jeff, Dana, Quintin, Abby & Zach
Saturday, January 7, 2012
When Not Paying Is Expected
Sorry for the late posting of this blog entry. Inadvertently I saved it as a draft instead of publishing it. It was originally written at the end of our Fall Break.
One of my national staff friends cuts hair in the evenings to earn a little bit of extra money. Tonight I called him up and asked if he had time to cut my hair. "Of course, come on over", he said. When I arrived at his house I found him in the middle of negotiating a selling price for his home. He welcomed me in, gave me a place to sit, had his wife serve me some hot tea, then continued with the negotiations. After about 15 minutes, he asked me if I was ready for a hair cut. "Yes, if you have time", I replied. I followed him from his front porch to a small barber's shack he had built on the edge of the road. In the window hang the words, potong rambut (literally meaning "cut hair"). As he cut my hair he explained why he wanted to sell his house and where he was at in negotiating a price. If you're interested in a very small fixer-upper in Salatiga, the house can be your's for 110,000,000 rp. (about 12,000 US).
One of my national staff friends cuts hair in the evenings to earn a little bit of extra money. Tonight I called him up and asked if he had time to cut my hair. "Of course, come on over", he said. When I arrived at his house I found him in the middle of negotiating a selling price for his home. He welcomed me in, gave me a place to sit, had his wife serve me some hot tea, then continued with the negotiations. After about 15 minutes, he asked me if I was ready for a hair cut. "Yes, if you have time", I replied. I followed him from his front porch to a small barber's shack he had built on the edge of the road. In the window hang the words, potong rambut (literally meaning "cut hair"). As he cut my hair he explained why he wanted to sell his house and where he was at in negotiating a price. If you're interested in a very small fixer-upper in Salatiga, the house can be your's for 110,000,000 rp. (about 12,000 US).
Near the end of the haircut, he stopped and told me that I didn't have to pay. I thanked him and preceded to tell him that I wanted to pay him for the good haircut. He laughed and again refused to take my money. I was determined to pay him so I asked if I could give the money to his daughter or wife. His daughter is 10 years old, just two years younger than my daughter. Again, he said "no". Then his attitude became serious, which is rare for my friend. He said, "If you pay me, then you are not my friend". I sat there feeling a little silly. My friend, who has very little was telling me, an American with a lot, not to pay him. In Javanese, I thanked him and kept my money in my pocket. I am unwilling to lose a friend simply because I feel awkward about receiving a gift from him.
On my way home, I reflected on my Muslim friend's behavior. Had he just unwittingly become a part of an object lesson designed to remind me what I know about Christ? Surely not. After all, he doesn't know Jesus like I know Jesus. To him, Jesus is just a prophet, not a Savior. And yet, there is something inside me that has always had a hard time receiving compliments or gifts from others. This got me thinking, maybe I've treated God the same way. Maybe on this Thanksgiving Holiday, I'm thankful for my redemption, but feel like I need to pay God back. Maybe, like my friend, God doesn't want to be paid. Maybe He just wants me to be in relationship with Him. Of course, salvation through grace only isn't a new idea. It's been around for at least 2000 years and perhaps longer depending on how you read the Old Testament. It's always surprising to me how God uses situations to teach or remind us who He is and who we are. In telling this story, I hope to pass on what God is teaching me and invite you to respond similarly to the things you are learning about God. I look forward to hearing your stories. Blessings from Indonesia. Jeff
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! We hope this Advent Season has been a time to remember God's love for all people.
Last year we were blessed to host our friends from Nebraska, Jay Dee and Wendy Janzen during the holidays. This year, we decided to travel a bit in an effort to see a more of Indonesia before we say good-bye in June. Our travels took us to Bali and then on to a small island just east of Bali called Gili Air. Our journey began with a 27 hour bus ride to Bali. Normally, it takes around 16-18 hours however due to some flooding it took us much longer. The flooding forced traffic to be diverted through one particular city. As a result, the roadway was over run with the increased traffic. It took us 6 hours to travel through the largest traffic jam I've ever experienced. I was thankful that the flooding had receded by the time we were to return home.
Travelling by bus in Indonesia is very different from the US. In Indonesia, buses have the right of way or that's how bus drivers drive. While I was thankful that our trip home took only 18 hours, there were moments when I questioned whether anyone on the bus was going to make it home safely. At times I felt like was in a race car, as the bus would tailgate or "draft" behind the vehicle in front of us before zipping out into on-coming traffic to pass the slower moving vehicle. Thankfully, on-coming motorcycles would pull to the side of the road and on-coming vehicles would stop as the bus whipped in and out of the heavy traffic. Sometimes we would meet other buses or large trucks in the on-coming traffic lane causing our bus driver to lose his nerve, and slam on the brakes before ducking the bus back in behind the vehicle in front of us. So violent were these changes in speed that Dana lost one of her flip-flops as it slide forward along the bus floor coming to rest behind the bus driver's seat.
All in all our trip was very enjoyable, of course this is much easier to say now that we are home and my backside no longer is sore.
Merry Christmas to all and may God bless the year that waits you.
Last year we were blessed to host our friends from Nebraska, Jay Dee and Wendy Janzen during the holidays. This year, we decided to travel a bit in an effort to see a more of Indonesia before we say good-bye in June. Our travels took us to Bali and then on to a small island just east of Bali called Gili Air. Our journey began with a 27 hour bus ride to Bali. Normally, it takes around 16-18 hours however due to some flooding it took us much longer. The flooding forced traffic to be diverted through one particular city. As a result, the roadway was over run with the increased traffic. It took us 6 hours to travel through the largest traffic jam I've ever experienced. I was thankful that the flooding had receded by the time we were to return home.
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| Part of our journey included a 45 minute ferry ride from the island of Java to the island of Bali. We welcomed the chance to get out of the bus and walk around on the top deck of the ferry. |
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| One of the ferries carrying cars, trucks and buses from Java to Bali. |
All in all our trip was very enjoyable, of course this is much easier to say now that we are home and my backside no longer is sore.
Merry Christmas to all and may God bless the year that waits you.
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