MOTHERS CAN BE CONSTERNATING

I'm pretty sure I wrote about this a l-o-n-g time ago. I mean, like in a "Come Into An MK's Kitchen" blog post back in 2002-ish. But I can't find a trace of it, and I've finished my Japanese writing about the old house, so...here goes.

I think all little folks find ways of weasling through those years when Mommy tells you to eat foods that make you develop facial wrinkles. My sisters and I did. There were 3 of us, and we thought we could outsmart our mother; there was only 1 of her. 

We couldn't be excused from the table until we'd eaten all our food. Well, I had the least dislikes, so I'd leave first; make some kind of excuse; and find some way to duck under the table, where my sisters handed me my sippy cup. I sat there with open mouth, and my sisters spoonfed me most of the foodstuff they didn't like. Oh to be sure, they didn't give me ALL of it; that would've been too obvious, and Mommy would've caught on right away. They just gave me enough to say they were finished with their meal so they could get up from the table. Besides, I had been washing everything down with my milk so would get much too full if they had given me more!

But one afternoon, Mommy asked us to help with the housecleaning too. I was clearing out the stuff under the kitchen table when I noticed a sippy cup...with cheesy substance inside...on closer investigation...phew! I'd forgotten it after one of my escapades and left it there! Mommy had seen it but had feigned ignorance and made me clean it up!

What could I do but take it the sink, spill out the putrid stuff, and admit my offense? Mommy thanked me for finding, showing, and telling her about it, but I'm sure she just wanted me to be the one to say...I tell you, sometimes, Mothers can be consternating.

Isn't that the way God is with us though? He waits and waits and waits for us to see and confess to our failings instead of accusing us of our woes immediately. We finite human beings would never survive if He'd treated us the way we deserved. It's not consternation; it's grace.

THEY WEREN'T FORGOTTEN EITHER

Bouganvanilla;          Iwatsuki Iris

I found a folder of photos of flowers from the Iwatsuki Park. Now that we're down in Okinawa, I think these are going to get thrown away--but that'd be a crying shame! So is it okay if I post about something completely unrelated while showing these? The "completely unrelated" topic? It had to do with the tray Kinya brought in for my meal. Yes, it's getting to be that time of year my medicine mandates I stay in my air-conditioned room, where Kinya will be bringing my meals.

Let me take a little detour. The mirror section was removed from the old vanity, and it's been moved to the bedside to set the meal tray on. When I'm not eating, it's used for my laptop, Bible. journal, or reading/writing.

Popcorn Tree;          "Use even me Lord!" Morning Glory

It seems portions get smaller and smaller now; I can't consume as much as I used to when I was younger. But the important thing is to eat first whatever I like most. I used to leave it until last, until I read that's a sure way to gain weight, because your mind makes you eat everything else even if you really don't want it because it somehow equates that with getting what you really want, which you've saved for last.

Tulip Tonsils;          Trumpet Ruffles

So I decided, whatever I like most gets eaten first. That way, even if I leave anything, I will have gotten what I REALLY wanted. Besides, things taste better when you're hungry then after you're mostly full.

Post-Typhoon Photo

I didn't know about posting this last photo, since it's been posted many times before, and it's not a flower. When I got back to Iwatsuki, I saw how one blade of grass had been blown, by typhoon winds, to stand upright in one of the holes of a rock in the middle of the pond. Another blade of grass had split and fastened itself to it, resulting in a cross.

WHY CANDLESTICK？

I'm back in Revelation again. I was in the Gospel of John for a little bit. (I plan on doing Romans, Acts, and John in the future so am biting off portions of some of the longer, interesting chapters now so I won't have to do all of it then! I mean, have you seen how long some of those chapters are?! Hebrews and Revelations are long BOOKS, but most of their CHAPTERS are much shorter so easier to do.)

Right now, I'm staring at the words "two candlesticks" in Rev.11:4, reworded "lampstands". Something in me wants to stick to the original expression. NOT because I insist it's more accurate; it probably is closer to "lampstand" today, if expert linguists say that's the better word to use. But there are different reasons I want to learn "candlestick" instead. Can I share them here, in my personal blog?

Candles feel smaller, weaker, kinda like they might give off light more feebly than lamps, right? Well, I don't think there's a Christian around who hasn't felt too little to make a difference in this big, cruel world. What's one little candle? But God says let it shine. And the mental image that gets me all woozy is of the Loving Owner of the flame holding up a candlestick with his left hand, cupping it with His right as if to shelter it against any draft.

I don't get the same feeling with the word "lampstand". It's personal, not doctrinal; I won't disassociate with any Christian on the basis of this.

Seriously tho'. The other personal reason I prefer "candlestick" is because that word is used in verses elsewhere all over the Bible too, and I hear echoes in my mind when that verse is sounded, using "candlesticks", reminding me of the golden candlesticks of the tabernacle, how we aren't to hide candlesticks under a bushel but set it on a hill for all to see its light, how Ephesus was to be God's candlestick of truth, etc.... Can't "hear" those verses if the modern word "lampstand", altho' more accurate, is used. Like I said, it's just personal preference.

Candlestick or lampstand--whichever one will best help in our walk Home--just learn it! Either way, I've heard your grades at school improve when you do Bible memory. Don't ask me how it works, but altho' rote memory and creative powers seem to work diametrically opposed to each other, my times of greatest unfettered imagination in writing and drawing have been parallel to adherence with scripture memorization! And those who fear loss of mental clarity in senior years--hiding God's Word in the heart proves to be a treasure and a safeguard--CANDLESTICK OR LAMPSTAND!

*Disclaimer: I'm not advocating "using" memorization for these extras; God sees if real desire is to get scriptural truth or if the actual aim is for fringe benefits. But the heart focused solely on "getting God" can end up given some surprising perks.

It happened again. I was going to blog about Rev. 11:4 and ended up talking about memory work. Oh well; I guess God's agenda is more important than mine.

ALLOW THEM THE BLESSING OF GIVING TOO

 "It is more blessed to give than to receive."

Jesus went one step further. I see a lot of "acts of kindness" videos, and I think most humans--even Christians--limit the Love of God. Jesus realized true giving wasn't providing material needs alone but also giving out blessedness which included helping the recipient give! He approached the woman at the well with the request: please give me water. He knew this would result in her being blessed, and He wanted this for her.

Most acts of charity involve the giver "benefiting" needy person unilaterally.

It is comparatively easy for church folk to visit shut-ins and make them receive flowers or things to eat--this activity lets givers feel blessed. It is harder (thus almost never heard of) to spend time and energy thinking of a way to get that shut-in to then give his God-given abilities and serve God and let him share in the blessing!

Come--we need you!

By all means we should never stop giving out needed fish and bread. But by saying, "please", can't we do what Jesus did for the Samaritan woman at the well: reach out to others that they would receive the blessing of giving?

AWESOME AUTHOR

Ooh! The last English post I've done was May 11!? No, I haven't forgotten. It's just that I've been spending quite a bit of time with compiling material for my Japanese autobiography. I found over 60 pages I'd handwritten for a Japanese friend over 30 years ago and I have been reading through it, not only for the content but also to correct some of it linguistically to the extent I now know plus to put it into digital format. 

Would you pray with me in the making of this too? I say "too" remembering what a big struggle it was to do the family one in English. More than the mechanical, technical, linguistic aspects of putting this out, tho', the area MOST NEEDING OF YOUR PRAYERS is the constant pressure and wisdom to walk in the light. There are some issues...how should they be handled and be communicated about if at all, and if not, how to go about honestly saying nothing about it, if that would be ethically possible.

But, to brighten things up: as with our family history, I'll do the same thing now too. Back then, when I came across documents or photographs, things that reminded me of some things not necessarily "book material", I went ahead and shared it here on the blog--so you got a lot of extra explanation stories. As I've been writing, I've remembered other things I know will NOT go into the book.

So guess where you'll see them? Here.

Gotta say--this may sound ridiculously trite, but I am awed by how Great our Creator, Manager, Ruler God is. I get a headache writing one silly little book in one language under one hundred pages in one generation.

But He didn't even have to snap His Fingers to get files lined up and pages and chapters and covers organized into planets and solar systems and universes and eons and...well, then He chose to dip into one of those folders and wink the "Bible" into existence so we humans --other created beings--would have needed help; and THIS book (actually a volume of 66 books) involved utilizing not one, but 44 human authors, over hundreds of years and spanning countless generations-languages-cultures ...AND IT'S RELEVANT, APPLICABLE, LIVING, TODAY!

And God isn't even tired after putting out such a masterpiece. Isn't our God...unbelievably wow? I know. I stop trying to be a good writer sometimes, stop trying to pick good words, when I get floored by God.

OKINAWAN CAKE WRAP?!

I took these photos April 4, intending to do a photo story, then promptly forgot to post them--sorry!

1 Pastor Ishikawa brought Chiffon Cake...

2 Wait a minute...

3 Aren't those Shi-sahs...

4 Whale Shark...Angelfish

5 That's the Yanbaru Kuina!

INCLINES

Just a tiny marble rolling around on a slanted floor. Have you seen those toys where you try to get all the little marbles to fall in the right places by tilting the board?

Sometimes, I think I'm really BIG STUFF, dedicated to living for God. Then I have to laugh at myself. Unless God actually inclines my heart to want to seek Him, I'd probably seek to put myself forward, and that's all I'd think about! Who do I think I am?!

One of my favorite verses in the Bible is...well, the very beginning of the verse of I Kings 8:58: "That he may incline our hearts unto him..." prayed by Solomon, when he dedicated the temple before anyone even stepped foot into it.

Speaking of "inclines"...this isn't the verb, but the noun "incline". Here are pics of that incline where I had my spill last Oct., as well as the vending machine nearby with the Shi-kwa-sah drink.

JUST KNOTTED TOGETHER THEN

I'm glad I took a photo of it before.

I posted about my nephew coming to Okinawa on Oct. 28, and we'd gone to a nearby sushi store. It had been decades since our families had met on the other side of the ocean, but it wasn't like meeting strangers at all, and the Lord gave us a really enjoyable time. (I don't know why JOYCE is the one in the picture left holding the bag of take-out sushi I ordered! Sorry, Joyce!)

Since Michael--that's his name--and I both have this thing about preferring paper books to digital ones, one of the gifts he gave me was a metal cutout bookmark of the Boston skyline (yes; that's where he lives). I used it to keep place for Bible memory work so saw its shiny red tassel every day. Last week, realizing it had been almost half a year since they'd been here, I took a picture of the and e-mailed Michael hello.

I'd sent along a photo of the remodeled store we'd gone to, wondering if our families might be able to get together again. He sent a pic showing he'd already been seeing relatives on that side of the globe! Here he is with his sister's children.  (No, I haven't seen her since she was a toddler either! I wonder if her family will ever visit Okinawa.)

As I was thinking of responding,  I noticed...

that bright red tassel just plain came off! I don't know how it was attached, because it's not the frayed ends of the red cords of the bookmark, but clearly merely a designer's add-on at the very end (literally), to make the product more marketable. I liked the red tho', didn't want to do away with it entirely, so simply knotted the end and decided to keep using it that way.

God loves us, uses us broken, attached, knotted, whether we get it together or not...doesn't He? He just waits for us to turn our hearts to His love and surrender our lives to Him completely.

"Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life" (Psalm 23:6)

IS DADDY 10 YEARS OLD IN HEAVEN?

I'm sitting in Daddy's Study looking around, wondering how they measure time in Heaven, because Daddy's been there 10 years today.  The signs and books in Japanese attest to the many years God worked through his life, I suppose, and the old photographs testify to how Providence moved through the century and in relatives' hearts to provide land and living across continents and generations.

Oh...that #1 Dad mug. Could it have been over half a century ago that Daddy was taking Joyce by the hand and leading her back and forth across the street so she would have confidence and be able to do it herself...how he pulled out a poor report card to cheer up Janice when she was brokenhearted about not getting the A she so wanted...Daddy showed me how to run the 400 meter and was proud of me after the race altho' I think about it now, and he might've been disappointed I didn't win but came in second.

I told Daddy I didn't want inheritance money, just his books. For months, we'd been sharing a lot of things in Lloyd-Jones' writings, and Daddy had even been mailing some of his hardcovers up to Koriyama, where I'd fallen in love with them. I was thrilled when he said he would leave me, not just his books, but his entire study. But he didn't put it in writing; I don't know how this will work out if powerful legal men step in. Well, whatever God wills will happen, so we'll just see.

At any rate, David Martyn Lloyd-Jones has ended up being a favorite author, and his book of sermons on Ephesians 1: "God's Ultimate Purpose", simply blew me away. I never thought I could love a book about stuffy doctrine, but this one just plain surprised me. And...if you've read my post "Lord Senility", you read about how I tore off all the pics my dad had on the books and in the study. But those were all dorky to remind himself not to take himself too seriously. This one's better, don't you think?

It was cool so we went out a little!

The weather forecast looked like I'd have to stay indoors for a few months and wait for the autumn...wait...NO!  The first few days of the week were going to shoot down into cooler temperatures when it would be okay for my medicine--YES! Impulsively, I shut off my laptop; asked Kinya if it would be okay to take a short jaunt outside; headed for my trusty push-cart, remembering to put my compact camera into its back pocket.

I wanted to remember to get snapshots while I was out. But, as I complained to Kinya, the camera lens just cannot capture vivid reds. It has frustrated me no end that the deep red hibiscus looks so blanched in photos. Well, I'll settle for the orange and yellow of the gladiolas spears growing by the roadside! These, to me, are just as attractive as the pricey ones sold in the flower shops.

Even my compact camera picks up the orange of the gladiolas, even if it can't manage red...what is that brick-colored thing in the back? Oh--the Okinawan Shi-sah. Only on this island would you find so many of them finding their way into unrelated photographs. This "Shi-sah" figurine pair guards a popular sushi store: the open-mouthed one invites good fortune while the closed-mouthed one rejects ill fortune.

Over the river on our walk home were the many " climbing carp", strung up in preparation for the popular Children's Day near the beginning of May. There are many carp in this river, not these colorful festive streamers, but real, live swimming creatures. Over half a century ago, this is where Daddy, not the carp, used to swim with the village children.

Nothing has changed. The God Who created the land, sea, skies, flowers, fish, creatures still lives and loves. And He is the Creator Who designed human lenses that capture vivid reds and offers g'zillions of them in pairs for free, unconditionally, to most human infants at birth.

THEY'RE BLOOMING AGAIN!

Recently, the associate pastor of a church I fellowshipped with in Tokyo came down to speak in several churches in Okinawa, and I took an online peek at one of his meetings. I recognized the Pastors as some young staff members of the mission school I first attended!

On my younger sister's prodding, I'd recently been gathering writing I'd done in Japanese about my own childhood, including many memories at Okinawa Christian School. I didn't write anything about the time OCS was still in only quonset huts in Camp Kue--after all, I was only in kindergarten then--but my sister's teacher, Mrs. Cherry, saw Joyce's potential and had her start reading in kindergarten so that she needed only the 1st semester of 1st grade, the 2nd semester of 2nd grade. This love of reading helped her, I think, do well in Okinawa's Spelling Bee years later. I found something scrapbooked (the old church name and address can be displayed because the place had been torn down since.)

Whew. After several hours' writing, I decided to take a break, and on the way back from the kitchen, I noticed the flowers. It had been something the church folks sent home with Joyce to cheer me up for Mother's Day--a pot of orchids--and Kinya had made sure the plant got water and sun because he knew I would let it die. Even after his heartfelt efforts, all the flowers fell off, I saw sadly, and I'd stopped looking in the direction of the plant...until that moment. THERE WERE THREE FLOWERS BLOOMING AGAIN!

It had been just one year. But I was ecstatic. The memory about OCS and the Spelling Bee had been over 50 years. But they gave me a really warm feeling I can't explain either. No wonder scripture says one day is with the Lord as a thousand years, and a thousand years as a day. God doesn't measure things in the same way either, does He?

POTATOES

There is no way anybody could've known. Since our family moved down to Okinawa in Sept. '24, I've had this craving for a simple "potato salad" found at the nearby store with tiny dices of carrot, some onion, some chunks of potato and a lot of mayonnaise-y mash. Nothing else. I keep a large container of it in the fridge to be served in smaller portions practically every day.

So I've actually been eating potato pretty regularly. But one day, I realized there had been an oversight in the shopping--I'D LET THE POTATO SALAD RUN OUT! No biggy, right? Just get it tomorrow. That's the facial expression I wore, but I was thinking, "But I want it TODAY!"

There was a ring at the door. Pastor Ishikawa brought chiffon cakes from a local bakery for my sister Joyce and for our family. Then he handed us a small shopping bag of produce, saying he'd been given two bags, and the Lord told him to take one of them to the Saitos.

What could be in the bag? Potatoes! When I saw what was inside, I had to e-mail Yoshitaka Ishikawa right away and tell him what had happened.

So we could eat potato that very day--yes!

Sometimes, a pastor's job is to prepare a sermon, at other times to study the Bible, or do hospital or prison visits. But many have learned they need to be sensitive to the Voice of God about even a bag of potatoes. Am I thanking God and being joyfully obedient with what He has given me, that He dare trust me with more?

"He that is faithful in that which is least is faithful also in much; and he that is unjust in that which is the least is unjust also in much." (Luke 16:10)

FORGET THE CAMERA

I forgot to bring my camera again! But one result was instead of photographing wildlife after going to the doctor's, Kinya and took the short way back home through the city...which meant stopping to pick up a few things at the stores. We could just put them in the push-cart I now used, I thought, but Kinya decided to use his backpack instead.

One of the stores we stopped in, I told him, was owned by the person who provided our church land. Years back, as a single young man, riding home on a bus after an ongoing stressful work situation, he happened to look out the window and see church lights. He got off at the next stop; attended the meeting (they happened to be holding special evangelistic services); and got saved. (He's the one in the blue.) It was after that that he got married and became owner of a nearby department store, then had a hand in our small group of believers purchasing a plot of land for the new church location.

Recently, I've been reading through quite a bit of things I've written in Japanese about what the Lord's done for me, and I've been trying to put them into digital format too. But I do know I can get carried away doing this reading and writing in the wrong posture and do all sorts of bad things to my already weak back; I need to be careful. BUT one of the things Kinya told me I could pick up at this department store mentioned above...was a lumbar support! I'll put this simply: all the things I've tried in the past really haven't worked. But this one is doing the trick!

In fact, I told my sister Janice it presses just the right spot in the right way and feels so good, it's kind of like a massage chair. The other day, after feeling a little sore after finishing cleaning up the kitchen, I remember wanting to come into the bedroom, not to flop onto the bed and rest, but to sit on that thing and have it press on my back! No, they're not paying me to advertise!

IN PAPA'S LAP

Isn't it infuriating when you KNOW something was "crystal clear" in a dream, but the moment you get upright, the body fluids rush out of your brain and you LOSE the whole thing?! I think if I were a film director, I would show tenants in the apartment of the head rushing downstairs and out the doors of the building, turning out lights as they go, showing what happens.

"In Papa's Lap." It was about those three words, about starting every morning climbing into my Heavenly Father's arms. It's maddening  because I've felt for a long time now how it is important to do so, but this dream made it so undeniably simple yet slightly different from anything I've said before. But...what was it? I sympathize, partially, with Nebuchadnezzar's feeling of wanting to know what his dream was. 

"For the Father loveth the Son, and showeth him all things that he himself doeth;" (John 5:20)

Daniel got it right. He knew the mighty God Who loves us is also the giving God who shows us the secrets of our minds and told Nebuchadnezzar so.

I was thinking of a book review of the "Giving Tree" that flashed across the pharmacy waiting room T.V. screen when we went Friday afternoon. Have you read it? 

Altho' this kind of giving cannot be maintained for Finite man, can the unregenerate mind make sense of how an Infinite Savior would empty Himself for self-centered man? Then He calls, "Come," (Matt.11:28-29); but many of us have found the very gifts He's given us keeps us satisfied from Him (Isa.57:10), and we don't realize it until we're worn out and all we can do IS rest in Him. But then, like that tree, He too is happy.

Here's an imaginary "epilogue" of sorts to that story: the boy dies, but the tree trunk offers long slivers of bark to weave into a wicker-natural coffin for popular back-to-earth burials; then its last bits of wood are ground into pulp for sheets of paper to keep stories about the boy alive  for generations in books such as The Giving Tree.

No; the God of Heaven didn't send me the continuation of a dream of a child on a Father's Knee. He sent visual images of a carefree little boy in the boughs of Grace.

Wow; Now THAT was a surprise!