Something I've learned as I've gotten older, met different
types of people, and traveled to several places, is that there are many
commonalities in various cultures. "Everyone smiles in the same
language" is printed on a poster in my classroom, featuring children of
different races. This is a phrase that has echoed in my mind time and
time again as I found myself in desolate African villages where I
literally knew no other way to communicate with the people.
It's a
phrase that has been written across my face as a woman directs me where to go in her thick, fluid Spanish lingo. It's one that has floated
through my mind as I made funny faces at a joyful infant.
Common
courtesy and respect go a long way in cultivating both meaningful and
temporary relationships in many cultures. In the south we say "yes/no
ma'am/sir." Elders are greeted with the word "shikamo" in Tanzania.
Many cultures expect that children remain quiet at the dinner table.
I learned something new in my most recent trip to TZ that crosses the barriers of culture, language, AND species.
Yes, species.
I'll
just say it so we don't have to dwell on it and can carry on: I'm
obsessed with my dog.
Need I say more?! |
Although he's pretty perfect in my eyes, he's a
little trouble maker. I can pretty confidently say that Ollie has gotten
more spankings than the young Brittany Anderson ever did. When he
gets to nosing around in things that he shouldn't, he hears me make a
loud, firm clap and say "ENNNNT." You know the sound--the one your mom
made when you tried to lick the bowl full of batter before it had been
put into the pan. The one your friend made when you got a trivia answer
wrong. The one that "some teacher" may or may not have accidentally used
on students when they were trying to prematurely rotate stations. {Go
on...say it out loud so we can all make sure we're on the same page.
ENNNNT!} Yeah, all creatures seem to freeze when you make that sound
{cue the Swahili speaking herd at VBS!}
Something that always
seems to shock me when I go to TZ is the difference in the way bodies
are viewed. I can remember being warned before my first trip over there
that they would probably call some people fat, but they don't mean it to
be rude. It's just a simple observation.
Something
along those lines was said on my trip there earlier this summer, and it is sure to stay with me
forever. My sweet friend Beth and I went on an African safari. We saw a lot of beautiful things and have a lot of great stories to tell from that adventure. Probably half of those stories have to do with our safari guide, Benji.
We had many interesting conversations with him, none more memorable that the one when he told us that many African
men like girls who are fat.
I can only write
this next part with a smile on my face and a gut that hurts from
laughing because it simply isn't true. He said to Bethi, "You have on a
big body."
Not:
"You're fat."
"You have a big body."
You have ON a big body.
Some things that I might typically have ON: deoderant, earrings, glasses, makeup. Something I've never considered having on: my body.
Isn't she beautiful?! And she does NOT have on a big body! |
Did you just get a lump in your
throat? There have been many times in my life that I would be ashamed if
people could have seen beyond the body I "have on" and could see the
sin within.
It's really pretty cool to think
about being a soul in a body while on Earth knowing that we'll take a
different form in the everlasting. I recently read an article about
what happens after you die. It is a subject that there is a lot of
controversy over in many religions and denominations, and there is clearly a lot of misunderstanding of the Scriptures. Read it {HERE}
A lot of well-meaning people try consoling me with encouraging words stating that they KNOW Bradford is in Heaven. Acts 2, by itself, proves that a person does not go straight to heaven or hell when he dies, and that a person does not become extinct, cease to exist, or pass into a state of unconsciousness at death. It gives me great comfort to know that Bradford is very much in an alert state and not just sleeping. I often wonder what Paradise must be like for him. Although his body has returned to the dust from which he was formed, his soul will live for eternity--as will so many others' that we know and love who have gone on before us!
A lot of well-meaning people try consoling me with encouraging words stating that they KNOW Bradford is in Heaven. Acts 2, by itself, proves that a person does not go straight to heaven or hell when he dies, and that a person does not become extinct, cease to exist, or pass into a state of unconsciousness at death. It gives me great comfort to know that Bradford is very much in an alert state and not just sleeping. I often wonder what Paradise must be like for him. Although his body has returned to the dust from which he was formed, his soul will live for eternity--as will so many others' that we know and love who have gone on before us!
I found this journal on another trip this summer:
"It's not what you look at that matters, it's what you see." -Henry David Thoreau |
What are you looking at? What do you see?
When God looks at you, your life, and your mind, what does HE see?