The Life of Liz.

Entries from March 2009

Hospitality or Guilt?

March 23, 2009 · 1 Comment

I realized that between my mom’s technique of cooking for an army and hospitality in Nepal I’ve got some strange ways of welcoming people. At my birthday party I kept trying to force people to eat and drink. I sometimes find myself even doing that at other people’s houses. “HERE, eat this!” If they said “no thanks,” I get inexplicably irritated, and if they say “yes” I feel really joyful and happy. Chris also pointed out today that every time someone left my birthday party on Saturday I chastised them with “I’m sad and mad, why are you leaving?! You just arrived!” Eeee, no one likes a guilt trip Elizabeth.

Speaking of birthday, thank you for all the good celebrations! I loved my birthday flowers and donuts on Thursday, big party on Saturday, sweet gifts, and time with Jara on Sunday! Thanks for all the messages and just in general love, it’ll be a good year.

Categories: Love.

Unashamed.

March 21, 2009 · 3 Comments

Yes, I love Dido. I’m not ashamed of it no matter what the haters like my roommates may say about it.

Categories: Love.

Friends on the Journey.

March 19, 2009 · Leave a Comment

I mentioned St Joseph in one of my last posts, but I’m thinking of some other saints that have been friends for the last 22 years.

1. Thomas the Apostle…  I was confirmed at this parish in GR, I love that parish! I also have been to his tomb in South India. Matt Neher asked on my Servant Team, “Why did Jesus keep His scars? Maybe it was a grace for us.” When I came home  I felt like Thomas, that Jesus had shown me His scars on my Servant Team out of grace for me, which is why I got my first tattoo “Grace” in Nepali on my left wrist in 06.

2. Catherine Laboure; the saint of the Miraculous Medal and my patron saint. I feel a lot of connection to her because she seems to show up in different ways. I attend St Catherine Laboure parish when I am home visiting my folks. I wore a Miraculous Medal that was given to me by the MCs in Kolkata (all the volunteers get one) for years before someone told me a bit about the story. (I thought the woman on the back with twelve stars around her was Mother Teresa. Err….) Catherine Laboure (or Zoe- her nickname) was super young when she had the vision of the medal and she shared it with her spiritual director, then lived the rest of her life in obscurity serving among the poor as a Daughter of Charity. The Daughters of Charity chose to always be interrupted by service, no matter what they were doing- prayer, Mass, time together, etc. They said the poor were Jesus. I see lots of inspiration in her life of humility and simplicity.

2. Mother Teresa, this goes without saying. When I read “Come Be My Light” last Lent I was struck by so much of what she said and lived. I’ve always loved the phrase “I Thirst” on the crucifixes in her homes. She talked about that in the book and offering some beautiful for God. This was why I got my second tattoo, it’s a band the width of the black rings that symbolize solidarity with the poor and it says “I Thirst” on it. I had it on my right arm because I want to give my best always for Christ’s Beloved, the way Mother Teresa did. Lately I’ve been thinking about ‘praying the work’ the idea that Chris has credited to Mother Teresa. I want to do that with my days and work.

3. St Dominic… I can’t not mention him! I love the Dominicans for their intelligence and commitment to the Church, I also went to a Dominican school so this guy needs a shout-out. Thanks to his legacy in St Catherine of Siena- the mystic, and Aquinas as well as so many other greats in Church history. He is also credited for instituting the rosary which has been a comfort and strength to me throughout the last few years.

4. Martin Niemoller…. A Protestant?! Yes. This guy was a German war hero in WWI and a Pastor, early supporter of Hitler, and anti-semitic. He’s the one who said “They came first for the communists, and I wasn’t a communist, so I didn’t say anything…” When he died at the end of his life he was a pacifist and said that he prayed for his mistakes  and for those of thousands of people during the war. I love this man’s brokenness that was so in front of him, being an outspoken supporter of something that he realized was wrong, and then going back and bravely taking responsibility and apologizing.

5. Rumi. A Sufi mystic, she helped me find the lover in my relationship with Jesus. I can’t say much, her poems speak for themselves. Teresa of Avila is like that too… it’s not what I know of her life as much as the things that she said that have inspired and challenged me.

6. Steve Biko, the black South African activist. I’ve blogged about him before. Love this man, he’s taught me a lot.

7. A few living friends… Thich Nant Hanh, Jon Sobrino, Joan Chittister, Margaret Atwood.

Categories: Existential Musing.

ReDesign Meeting.

March 16, 2009 · 2 Comments

Please watch this short video clip, you will not regret it.

Even though we might.

Categories: Belly Laughs (or Chuckles). · Fleshie Tales.

Reality.

March 16, 2009 · 2 Comments

This is the last week of being 22 for me…  I like to be reflective sometimes (when there’s nothing good on tv ;) ), so I thought I’d reflect on the theme of 22. 

21 was a year of settling down post college, planting some roots and watering them with contemplation and intercession. It was a super big year of spiritual and relational growth while I was living in Grand Rapids. It was also a really, really fun year. I’m sure there were hard parts during that year but looking back from 22 it seemed like a darn near perfect year. 

I think 22 has been a year of reality. It was a year of change, I saw lots of transitions and lots of traveling, lots of airports and goodbyes. Also lots and lots of hellos and fun things; being in Uganda, moving to Omaha, being in Nepal (twice!), my family increased by like 100 people between the Nepal folks and the Ugandan folks. Calvin and I started dating, that’s a good thing from 22! The hello/goodbye of life was part of the reality that I saw during this year.

22 let me watch a lot of my idealism about people and life hit the road and get burned up a little bit. That is really good for me, I’m too idealistic and sometimes get busy trying to make life fit the perfect ideal in my head. I also realized how much of what I do and what I believe about my life is guided by the set of inner critics I fight with every day. (They tend to get pretty noisy during transition.) I’m hoping that maybe 23 will be a year of serenity and greater acceptance of my own imperfections and of the imperfections of the people that I love. 

I was born on March 19- St Joseph the Worker’s feast day. I love St Joseph. I’ve also had some sweet Josephs in my life, which gave me good feelings about the name. I love his commitment and loyalty to Mary and the way that he gave his stepson the gift of his trade and his love. He must have sacrificed so many of his own dreams and hopes when he found out Mary was having the son of God. He is such a great model of obedience and submission for me. 

I saw this at a church here in Omaha:

“St Joseph pray for us that we too may die in the arms of Jesus and Mary.” 

Categories: Existential Musing. · Faith.

Internet Woes.

March 14, 2009 · 1 Comment

In my previous life in Grand Rapids I shared an office with the IT coordinator of the long-term care facility we worked at. (Officemate Jimmy, you may be familiar with his witty quotes.) A resident at the long-term care facility once sent him an e-mail… “Dear James, What is the internet and do I need it?” 

Word Made Flesh on Twitter, Facebook groups vs. causes (sent out 100 misinvites to the cause), LisaTheKnitter on FB finally!!, youtube videos, my Dutch Hyves account where I have 0 friends, Caldwell chastising me for my outdated version of Skype, Google Calendar tabs… I can’t keep up.

Categories: Existential Musing.

Can’t Focus.

March 12, 2009 · Leave a Comment

I’m trying to  focus on work but it’s so hard with FIVE new friends visiting and interviewing this weekend.

So, I’m taking a pause to share some of my most meaningful pics from the Field Forum with you…

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True love waits.

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KARA. I miss you.

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Whoa. Who invited Bro Keith to the Field Forum?

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Ha.

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Focus. Magic

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Love this guy.

Categories: Fleshie Tales.

March 30.

March 11, 2009 · Leave a Comment

New Website.

New Logo.

New prayer letters.

New version of the Cry.

New online store.

New office location in Grand Rapids, Michigan!!  Darn. :/ Can’t have it all.

 

Seriously though… March 30: I’m super excited for you all to see it! I’m super excited to see it!

Categories: Fleshie Tales.

Mary & Martha.

March 6, 2009 · 1 Comment

Hi/Bye February, can’t believe you left already!

Categories: Support Letters.

A few words from the road.

March 6, 2009 · 5 Comments

Sorry I’ve neglected you WordPress. Tomorrow I’m headed to Detroit… It’ll just be a few short days, but I get to spend time with my whole family. I’m getting more excited by the minute! 

Just to leave you with a taste of things to come…

Departing for Nepal, things not to do.

Bob Mabrey, carrying a suitcase full of various things for WMF staff in Nepal, shouting to me across the check-in area “Hey Liz! Does this suitcase have a lock?” My reply: “I don’t know, I didn’t pack it.” 

Later, I threw my liquids in Brent’s bin at security. He looked around confused and held them up, “Are these yours?” 

Brent got pulled aside to be searched. “Just one of those random things?” he asked. “No.” they replied.

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Coming home;

I met two new friends in Delhi: Jen and Bas. We saw a sign with a picture of a martini on it, saying “Transit Lounge.” I have (after multiple layovers there) always assumed that picture was just a temptation designed to keep you hoping for the unattainable, when the ‘lounge’ is a big gray room with plastic folding chairs. Jen was unphased… she FOUND the cocktails! My new friends generously bought me a drink and I said “Whenever someone says ‘That’s so Dutch’ I’ll tell them that some Dutch people bought me a drink once.” “That sounds even worse!” they replied. 

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Fast forward a few days. Jet Lag in Omaha. 2:45 am. I’m searching desperately to find the names of the Nederlander speed skaters I met on another one of my flights. Googling, reading ISU websites, translating Dutch fan blogs into English with a free online translator… Two hours later and after joining Hyve- a networking site only used in the Netherlands- I finally found them! When I joined this networking site I actually guessed the meaning of all the Dutch ‘interests’ so I could choose the ones that fit me and took the time to put up a photo, specially cropped for the occasion. Why???? Blame it on the jlag.

I talked to this man at Starbucks and accidentally insulted his sport, sorry Simon Kuipers. Good luck tomorrow at the World Cup in Salt Lake City.

Categories: Fleshie Tales.