Picture This

Sometime in June I got a note in Chinese sent to my office e-mail in Taiwan. I was in the USA on sabbatical at the time. Though I read Chinese, I read it slowly (perhaps even painfully). After looking at it a while, I realized it was from a friend who is in a leadership position in a Presbytery (the local association of churches) in Taiwan. He was inviting me to deliver a sermon at an ecumenical committee event to be held on September 4th. There being MONTHS before the event, I answered “Yes”. He responded that details would follow.

 

On August 20th I returned home to Taiwan. I made sending him the information he’d need one of my first priorities, and by the 23rd had a sermon title, scripture text, litany and two selected hymns sent his way.  He responded with thanks.

 

I spent parts of the next few days writing the sermon, then put together a set of 60 slides on the theme, to run on a screen (one slide, 20 seconds) beside me as I spoke.  I’ve been experimenting with this lately, trying to figure out if it detracts from, enhances, or does nothing to a sermon.

 

Today, just before heading out to the train station to go to the event, sermon manuscript in hand, I realized that the slide show was still on my office computer.  I ran over to the office and put it on a flash memory. I was back home in time to get in the car to the station and make my train.  

 

The event went well. I don’t know if the sermon was any good or not, and whether or not the slides helped is still up for grabs.  After things were over, I had a very interesting encounter.

 

A man whom I estimate to be somewhere on the far side of 50 years of age stopped me and wanted to talk. He said that since he was a child he had been receiving direct messages from God, who had told him that he is an American. He put God off decade by decade, but eventually decided that he had to become a Christian.  His instructions are that he should go to Princeton Theological Seminary and then make a contribution to the furtherance of the gospel in America. Among other things, he suggests that in the tower that has replaced the NY World Trade Center there has to be a church, so that God will watch over that building.  St. Paul’s chapel next door isn’t good enough, the church has to be in the building.  He said that God had told him about 9-11 before it happened, but he hadn’t told anyone about it because he wasn’t yet a Christian then, so wasn’t sure.

 

These and other conversations happened over the buffet meal that was served after the event. They happened instead of the conversations that I wanted to have, about whether pictures running as a visual sermon while I preach a a spoken one are helpful or not. I’ll have to find other times to try the method.   

Back in Taiwan, the first week (with some review)

August 27

We’re back in Taiwan. It’s been a week since we arrived at our little house on the campus of Tainan Theological College ( www.ttcs.org.tw ) and the time has come to crank up these stories again. We’ll start way back on the last day of last month.

July 31 Boat

It wasn’t our last speaking occasion of the home assignment, but WAS the only one involving boat travel. On the morning of the 29th Dave boarded the train in Holland, MI and went to New York City, arriving Saturday evening (somewhat worse for wear from having slept sitting up in the coach). The next morning he preached at Abundant Life Church in Wyckoff, NJ. After lunch, Tom Larkin (the associate pastor) drove him to Weehawken, NJ for the ferry boat to start his trip back home. As he crossed the Hudson he stared far enough into the distance to see under the Verrazano Bridge, beholding the Atlantic. (On the 23rd of July, he’d looked at the Pacific from the train in San Clemente.) 2 coasts, 2 oceans, all on the surface and not a plane between!

August 7 First Times

We went together to our final two speaking engagements, both a drive from Holland, MI. The first was to Lucas, MI, where Char did a lot of her growing up. It being summer, the church was only doing one service, and there were no other activities planned. We were both surprised when Pastor Adam, who is in charge there, asked the congregation to give Dave a round of applause after the sermon! It was a first.

That evening we were in Overisel, MI where there was another first…. the congregation sang Dave’s setting of the Lord’s prayer to the tune ODE TO JOY.

We are yours eternal God of

holy name and kingdom come.

Earth and hea-ven know your will done.

See our needs and meet each one.

We’ve forgiven sin in others,

do forgive the sin in us.

Tempt us not cause evil’s end and

shine your kingdom strong. Amen

August 8-11 Trip

Our daughter Kate and her husband Gene had relocated to Colorado the previous week. If we were going to see them there this year, this was the last chance. We got on the train in Holland, MI early Monday morning and transferred to the California Zephyr out of Chicago that afternoon. All went well along the way, the train arrived on time in Denver and we were picked up at the station by the rental car company. About 40 minutes later we were at Kate & Gene’s new place. A few hours later we saw the University of Colorado at Boulder, where Kate now teaches. That night in a motel (nice to be horizontal between two nights sitting up on the train) we caught up on sleep. Next day we took a level hike along a stream then helped a little with furniture newly arrived from IKEA. (Gene will work from a home office). At about 4PM we headed back to Denver to catch the train to Chicago, which was, once again, on time.

August 15-17 Clean and Pack

Having moved into the clean and orderly 21st Street mission house in Holland on January 31st , it was our responsibility to leave it in similar condition on our way out. We spent a considerable amount of time dusting, vacuuming and packing, getting most of our “leave it behind in America” stuff into boxes and bins for storage at Char’s parents’ house, and reducing the remaining “take back to Taiwan” stuff to what would fit into 4 suitcases and two carry-on bags. We drove the bins to Muskegon on the 15th and stashed them temporarily in the garage. Two days later, with all other things done, we left the keys on the kitchen table and vacated the premises. In Muskegon we removed suitcases from the car and filled it with the bins, then locked it all up in the garage awaiting our return in 2018.

August 18 Still on the Surface

We rented a car in Muskegon, filled it with our bags, said our goodbyes, and headed for Evanston, IL. On the way we stopped by the home of our friends Bob and Shaomay Young, who have always treated us royally. (In fact, we’d begun our home assignment in their guest room on January 30th!) This time we were just there to chat and say goodbye. We went from their place to the apartment where our son, Grant, and his bride Katelyn reside. After unloading the car we returned it to the rental agency, had a long walk and a pleasant dinner, then were at their place overnight.

The next morning we took a cab to O’Hare Airport, and our home assignment came to its official end. It was either of our’s first time to check in for a flight since leaving Taiwan on January 30th.

August 19 Into the Ether

Taking a cab to the airport certainly makes things easy. No worry about lanes, parking lots, or anything. Checkin was smooth and security an easy walk through. The plane that had arrived from Japan to take us across the Pacific was a little bit tardy, so we boarded about 45 minutes later than expected. No bother…. there were plenty of hours to kill between flights in Tokyo. All was smooth. The arrival in Japan and transfer to the Taiwan flight went well. We got to Taiwan about 40 minutes early. Because of the international date line, it was Saturday night when we arrived.

August 20 Visa

Dave’s resident card in Taiwan expires on August 31st. His entry was pro-forma. Char’s, however, expired on July 31st (it’s keyed to her teaching contract at Chang Jung Christian University). She had to come into Taiwan on a 90-day visa free basis that Taiwan extends to citizens of certain countries, including the USA. No hassle, we both got in and were at the luggage carousel before our bags arrived.

August 20-21 More Trains

Since we’re “getting along in years”, we decided not to rush to the train home and arrive at midnight. We stayed in a hotel by the airport and made our way, in a leisurely fashion, to the station the next morning. That’s when we found out how heavy our luggage was….. about 260 pounds altogether. But the service folks at the train were wonderful at getting things loaded for us, and also unloaded when we arrived in Tainan.

August 21 Arriving

We got a large taxi from the station to the theological college. Char went ahead to the house with one carry-on bag, and Dave followed behind, in separate trips, to get the remaining stuff from the gate to the door. Upon entering the house, Char’s first concern was our cat, Shadow, who was sleeping upstairs. His greeting was somewhat subdued. Shadow is usually very noisy, but had “lost his voice” during our absence (it has come back, gradually). He’s also thinner than he had been when we last saw him. Nonetheless, he’s healthy, and we’re back “in synch”. Sleeping is another matter. We were exhausted, so had good naps, but our days and nights were confused enough that getting those back “in synch” has been a challenge.

The laptop computers we carry both went right back on line. The desktop was more of a hassle, having to be reassembled from pieces carried in the luggage. That’s back up and running now, so we’re in touch again.

August 22-26 Cleaning

Sara and Ring, the graduate students from Chang Jung University who had cared for our house and cat in our absence, left things clean and orderly, but apparently hadn’t dusted certain parts of the house in our absence. Char spent the week wiping and doing heaps of laundry. Dave did the floors on Saturday.

August 25 Re-connecting

We went to the immigration bureau to deal with residence issues. Dave’s renewal application was accepted without hassle. Char, having run out of residency because her permission expired at the end of July, will have a more arduous process, involving getting documents from the university, applying for a new visa at the foreign ministry, and a couple trips to Kaohsiung. But, for the joy of having spent the first 3 weeks of August in Michigan, instead of in Tainan, it will all have been worth it.

August 22-26 Writing

One of the tasks we had neglected from February through August was to write a “Dear Friends” letter to the churches that participate in our work in Taiwan. We finally got one of those composed and sent on the 25th. Another bit of writing was a sermon that Dave has been invited to preach for the ecumenical committee of Chia-yi Presbytery (about 60 kilometers north of here) on September 4th. He chose the text, title and hymns and sent them out on the 23rd, and has been stumbling in the direction of a sermon on “That One Who Tears Down Walls” (Ephesians 2:13-14) this week.

August 27 & 28 Re-engaging

With the upset and hoopla surrounding the past few weeks, Dave got behind in a couple of online classes (one from Ohio State and another from Rutgers), so rather hastily put together assignments and taking quizzes before being “put back”. Finished Ohio State, and got in under the wire for Rutgers, so all’s well.

We went back to church this morning. It seemed much the same as it had been in January. Good people and lots of smiles. The last Sunday of the month always has blood pressure and BMI scanning after worship. Dave has a card and got his numbers. He already knew that during the time in Michigan he had gained more than 8 pounds.

After worship the small group that is supposed to use English was meeting, but lacking international students to present program, it all happened in Taiwanese and Mandarin. One member showed pictures of trips she has made over the past 2 years to Thailand, China and Europe. We saw a LOT of pictures and learned a lot about her travels. Lunch there, home and to bed for another nap. We’re back now. Watch this space as time passes for more thrilling adventures.

Unscheduled Stop

It’s June 24th and I’m at Union Station in Chicago between trains. I’m headed for New York City for Sunday, then to Washington DC for Monday through Wednesday. Depending on if the train is on time back from DC Thursday morning, I may be able to catch the bus that leaves for Holland at 9:45, otherwise I’ll wait for the evening train.

This morning I was present when someone was put off the train at an unscheduled stop in Hammond, Indiana. She was unhappy about it.

I hadn’t noticed (because I had earphones in) that the woman in the seat directly in front of me had a constantly chirping bird with her. She also had a dog in a basket. Now, dogs are allowed so long as they stay on the floor at your feet and you pay $25, which, apparently, she had done. However, birds aren’t. The bird must’ve been silent when the conductor scanned her ticket. I heard him say something about the dog, for which she had paid.

Later, someone complained about the bird to the conductor (not to the passenger).  Train crew visited her for a little talk, and she kept trying to change the subject.  When the conductor mentioned the bird, she said nobody had talked directly to her, so there was no problem.  The conductor was adamant about someone having been bothered. She asked the woman sitting beside me if she was bothered, and the answer was “yes, but I don’t like birds.”  The conductor went away for a few minutes, then returned with the news that the train would stop at a station where it doesn’t usually even pause to put her off.  When he wasn’t standing there any more, she turned to the woman at my side and angrily said, “Thanks, Bitch!”

At that point the accused woman got up, took her two sons across the aisle, and went to the cafe car. A lower-ranking trainman came to sit nearby. After the “bird lady”detrained, the others returned to their seats and we rode on to Chicago.  I calmly mentioned to the woman who had been accused of being a Bitch that I thought she had handled things well and had taught her sons a valuable lesson in defusing conflict. That’s when I learned that she hadn’t been the one who issued the complaint about a bird on board in the first place.

Arriving in Chicago and getting off the train, I also commented to the conductor that things had been handled well.

Had she resisted detraining, I suppose we’d have waited for Amtrak police to come out from Chicago. Had there been no station at which to stop, she’d have won (or been cited upon arrival by the Amtrak cop who would have met the train.) In the end, this episode was  a little dark cloud on an otherwise pleasant morning train trip.

Riding the Dog to Canada

Part 1: Going There

A couple of months back I was assigned to speak at a church in Hamilton, Ontario on the 19th of June. As I searched for travel options that would keep me on the ground, it came down to the bus. Amtrak is working on the rails across southern Michigan and has rescheduled some morning trains on Saturdays to accommodate that. That made connecting to the VIARail train in Windsor impossible, so I reserved the dog… Greyhound.

My trip began at Kalamazoo. First stop, Detroit. Changed buses and headed through the tunnel for London (not the one in England). Delayed at immigration in Windsor while people with passports other than American or Canadian jumped through hoops. I experienced at a short distance how hard it is to travel from one country to the next when one has no English, as one woman apparently from Eastern Europe struggled along.

Arriving in London, I had a 3 hour wait for the onward bus to Hamilton. I asked for a referral to a restaurant and was sent down the street to a very good place. Had my first ever taste of Poutine (as in, I’m not Poutine that into my mouth).  Returning to the station met 3 students from China. I mentioned that I’m from Taiwan, “a different nation”, and they all disagreed. The one who spoke about it said, “We must do as our government says in China, and when in Canada, we must do as the Canadian government says, so we cannot agree that Taiwan is a different country.”  So I shifted the discussion out of Mandarin to English, and the topic from politics to education.  I specifically wanted to know if my interlocutor had experience with online courses, either in China or in Canada.

Onward to Hamilton. The bus arrived 30 minutes late. I was met by Pieter, a nurse at a local hospital. His family put me up (and put up with me) for the night and most of the next day (my bus out wasn’t until nearly 11PM on Sunday).

Pleasant church, pleasant people, pleasant time.

Part 2, Homeward Bound

The bus left at 11:30 and I was asleep by midnight, but awakened at about 1:40 to change busses in London, where there was a 2hour+ wait. Slept again on the bench. Next bus came well on time and was very full to Windsor, where it mostly emptied out, but then had to go through the tunnel to Detroit. American immigration was slow because of suspicion of 2 young guys, one from Brazil and another from Spain. It wasn’t helped by the immigration guy who had little Spanish to help the second guy. I feel well protected, but if they’re scrutinizing people in the airports to this extent, no planes will ever bring anyone in.

Changing buses again in Detroit I experienced gruff station staff but friendly travelers. Traffic jam due to overturned dump truck east of Ann Arbor meant late arrival in Kalamazoo. Nonetheless, I slept some more on the way. Home at about 3PM, nap and get ready for visitors.

All in all, a good trip.

Two Momentous Weeks

Week 2

Back from Maine, we rested for a couple of days. The coming weekend was another big one. Saturday morning we left Holland on Amtrak for Chicago. Got a cab to Hyde Park and celebrated our daughter’s @thian_un  graduation from the University of Chicago with a PhD in East Asian Languages and Cultures.  After the ceremony went back to her place for champagne, then left for the station again. I was scheduled to preach in Oostburg WI the next day, and Char wanted to catch the evening train back to Holland.

Got to the station just in time for the train to Wisconsin, then learned that it would leave about 15 minutes late, which was comforting.  Char’s train was on time, but still about 75 minutes after mine.

Got off the train at the Milwaukee airport and was met by women from Oostburg who were on their way home from Chicago. I guess the train on the tracks paralleled their car on the road for part of the way. Anyhow, pleasant folks.  They delivered me to more pleasant folks in Oostburg who fed and housed me overnight. Next morning at first church, Oostburg, I had a great time with people. Got to preach one of my “oldie but goodie” sermons written in 2012.  I hope it wasn’t the same one I did there when I visited in 2012.

After church went to a family dinner (not my family, someone else’s) and was taken back to the station by a retired police sergeant from Sheboygan who now does prisoner transport for a private firm. I felt very safe.

I was on the train before I learned about the carnage in Orlando. A real shock, since in the Milwaukee station I’d picked up free papers from the local “arts and culture” scene which were full of LGBTQ friendly ads because it was pride week.

In Chicago again, at the Legacy Club (the concierge, George, is great) I entered when a rather ragged young man was being ejected for not being a member.  He mocked George with air quotes about the space being for “special people”.  I complimented George on his patience with the guy, and he replied that he had to go pray on Sundays.

Train back to Holland was delayed by an open draw bridge in Indiana, letting ship traffic through to who knows where.  Home on Sunday night, though, a wonderful feeling.

Reflections

Two momentous weeks.  Son married, daughter graduated, grandparents escorted to Maine and back.  Someday we’ll have to try all of this travel in slow motion, so we can see things.

 

Leaving Things Behind

I sit in the legacy club at Union Station in Chicago as I write. Yesterday I was at Kinderhook Reformed Church in Kinderhook, NY. I left on the 7:05 train out of Albany and arrived in Chicago about 15 hours later, having slept in the coach on the way back.  I’m in the club waiting for the evening train back to Michigan, which stops within a mile of where I’m staying these 6 months.

This trip is a process of leaving things behind.  We’ve scheduled our retirement for 2018, and the mission board has asked, for administrative convenience, to be able to end our employment at the end of their fiscal year, which runs to September 30th.  That fits well. We should be able to clear out of Taiwan by July 31st, and will remain on the payroll, with the responsibility to visit churches, for the next couple of months, about 9 weekends in all. With about 30 supporting churches, that means we’ll not be seeing 20 or so of them again. So, with most of the 25 visits we’re making this year, we’re saying goodbye.

I don’t really want to say goodbye to ANY of them. Each visit I’ve made since February 7th this year has been good enough to repeat, and I feel especially so having just been in Kinderhook.  I don’t want to leave that church behind, so I’ve been leaving “stuff” behind me.

Saturday night I stayed with Gary, a retired pharmacist. I was in the house where he grew up, and to which he returned from a career in Virginia to take care of his father until he died.  Gary and I sat on the porch talking about many, many things as the sun went down and into the night (until 11PM).  The next morning he dropped me off at the church an hour before worship and then returned home to get dressed and come back. When he entered the church he handed me the bag with my hairbrush, toothbrush, razor and other things, which I’d left in the upstairs bathroom.

After church I went with Jim and Bonnie Dumphrey to their house, and then onward to a family picnic in a relative’s back yard.  I was included in an extended family of about 30 people, and it was wonderful.  Returning from the picnic I took a nap until it was time to leave for the Albany station.  I read for a while, then slept.  Jim knocked on the door to rouse me, so I dressed quickly, brushed my teeth and we jumped into the car.

After I boarded the train, I discovered that my reading glasses were not with me.  I must have left them on the bed. Thankfully, I don’t need them “all that much.” Additionally, not being able to read so much meant that I slept more on the train. This morning in Chicago I went to a drug store and got a new pair.

Going forward, I’ll check better behind myself, so others don’t have to pick up after me. However, considering that it was Kinderhook where I lost the glasses, I wouldn’t mind going back THERE to retrieve them, or anything else I may lose.

 

 

 

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