Banana Bread

Taken by one of my students after she got home.

Yesterday was our English and baking class. More English was spoken yesterday in the morning class than ever before! (That is one of the points of the English and Baking class!:) One of the new attenders is an English teacher so she took the opportunity to practice her English which influenced the others. Since banana bread has to bake for an hour we had a chance to chat after washing up the dishes-I cannot say how much I love that they help with the dishes! We had some really good conversations, in both English and Japanese.


The morning group.

By the way, does anyone know how to get silicone pans clean? I think they are clean and then take them out a month or so later to use and they are greasy like I never washed them. What's up with that?

A trip to Tokyo

Last Monday and Tuesday I was in Tokyo for the JEMA annual meeting. (Japan Evangelical Missionary Association) Monday was a seminar about "Hikikomori" a phenomenon in Japan of people who refuse to leave their houses. The psychologist who spoke talked about people who are hidden hikikomori. They seem to be functioning in society, go to work, get married, have families, but they do not know how to show emotions or talk about things on a deep level. It was very interesting and all of the missionaries in the room were saying "Naruhodo" or "Ah, I get it." We have all interacted with people like this or who have this syndrome. After his lecture we had a chance to talk in small groups, which I found very helpful. Tuesday was the business meeting.

While I was there I got to see two of my friends who live in Tokyo, Yumi, who used to live in South Dakota, and Meg, who is from Karuizawa. I had a good time with each of them, catching up on life, dreaming about the future, and, of course, enjoying good food! Before going to Tokyo I borrowed a magazine from the Nakas at Small Talk about hamburger places in Japan, most of the once highlighted in the magazine are in Tokyo. Yumi and I met and went to a restaurant, ordered our food, talked, were told it was time for the last order so asked for our bill. When I looked at the bill I realized that the restaurant was one featured in the magazine! But, I had eaten a chicken avocado sandwich rather than a hamburger!:)


Yumi at the West Park Cafe


With Meg having our morning coffee/tea

PRAISE THE LORD!

Last week one of the parents from Kansai Christian School was shown some land with three buildings by a realtor. After seeing it he contacted the head of the relocation committee and the chair of the school board. They went to see it and contacted the board and other relocation committee members. After having seen it all of us were in agreement that it is the best place we have seen so far-most reasonably priced, best space, and buildings already built, just in need of remodeling. So, today there was a meeting with the committee and board members and it was decided to pursue purchasing the property!!!!!!!! Here are a couple of pictures...


The main building


The third floor of the main building. Jon, our relocation committee chair showing how it was used as a ballet studio!

Baking and Middle Schoolers

This morning 4 middle schoolers and their English teacher came to my apartment to make chocolate chip cookies. Their teacher is a member of the Gospel choir with me. They were a bit quiet at first having to use English. But as time went on the began talking a little. And, of course, once we started eating and speaking Japanese a little, then they warmed up! The last batch we put into the oven they figured out how close to put them together in order to make snowman shaped cookies, which was appropriate since it was snowing at the time!:)
Here they are scooping out the dough onto the cookie sheets and then one of us all together...

Compassion

I was just on the Compassion International website because it is my Haitian girl's birthday next month. Her name is Shaaida. I picked her because she had a neat sounding name. I picked Haiti because Terry Logan, from my home church, has done several mission trips to Haiti and I wanted to be of some support for the work God is doing there.

Being a sponsor of a child who lives in poverty is an amazing thing. It makes me think about what I buy and how I spend my money. When I send her a small birthday gift and she writes a thank you note telling me all of the things she bought, it is incredible.

I love getting letters from her and my other girl, Magally, in Peru. They share with me about what they are learning in school and at the center which provides support and Christian teaching. We exchange pictures and I send stickers. Hello Kitty seems to be a universal interest for little girls!

If you have never sponsored a child, I encourage you to check it out. If you are a sponsor, you know the joy I am talking about. There is so much poverty in the world. I wish I could sponsor more children. When I go to the website I want to click that "Sponsor a Child" button more. Children are unfortunate victims in poverty. I really don't even know how to express the deep sadness I have because of the poverty I read about. I used to try to avoid going to the website or reading about the poverty all around. I still don't seek to run across such items, but when I do it is a reminder for me to pray, as well as a reminder that there are two little girls who are getting a better chance at life and to know our wonderful Savior.
Check it out: http://www.compassion.com

The door is open. The children are waiting.

God in the City

Tokyo from my hotel room

I have been reading and contemplating a book given to me for my birthday, "Embracing Soul Care." The readings are to draw our souls to God. There have been lots of conversations about nature, mountains, trees, flowers, etc. One step into a park, under a tree, in front of a sunset, on top of a mountain and I am praising God.

Last night's reading spoke what I feel about cities. I grew up in a small town and loved it. However, I am completely intrigued by big cities! I love all of the hustle and bustle. I wonder where all of those people are going. Where do they live? What do they do all day? And then the relative silence at night when most people are inside.

Here is what the book had to say:
"Cities matter to God... As much as the natural world displays the beauty of God's handiwork, cities reveal the deep compassion of God's heart. Cities are where people live and work, where they forge relationships and practice their faith... courage is needed to survive and thrive in the city... Our faith embraces urban concerns and expresses compassion for the poor inside the city's walls. We concern ourselves with government and leadership, as well as integrity in the marketplace. In cities and villages, Jesus' message was always the same... No matter how large the place where you live, the message of Jesus is for those people."

Here I am on the top of the Eiffel Tower with the city of Paris behind me.

Notice of Redelivery

In Japan when the post man comes to deliver a package and no one is home he puts a white slip into the mailbox called a "Notice of Redelivery." Then I call the post office and set up a time for him to come back-actually another guy usually comes, I think.

Anyway, recently I have received several of these notices-because of the kindness and generosity of friends and family. The funny thing is that every time the guy comes-it has been the same guy three times in a row-he asks if this is the Reed residence! As far as I know I am the only foreigner in my apartment complex. My name is not at all Japanese sounding. And my appearance is nothing like any Japanese people I have ever met. The packages all come from overseas. I want to laugh out loud each time he asks me that question! But, I try to refrain and just answer politely.

Thank you to all of you who have sent packages and made my day twice, once when the delivery guy comes and asks if this is my house and the second time when I open it and find wonderful treasures!