Friday, May 12, 2006

Quack! Quack!

Can you remember when you were
as tall as a goose, as curious as a stranger in a new land,
when Daddy made all the scary things not scary anymore,

and a goose "Honk! Honk!" made you smile a hundred times in a row,
or the first time you saw a duck,
and you ate more of the bread than what you shared with them,
but that was OK because Mom and Dad loved you anyway, and your brother shared enough with our feathered friends for everybody.

Monday, May 08, 2006

Our Visit with Uncle Steve and the Zoo Animals:











Wednesday, May 03, 2006

Compassion-click on the following:


http://www.willienelson.com/nm/publish/news_164.html

"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices in the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perserveres" 1 Cor. 13:4-7.

Remember in Bible school when your teacher would have you replace all the "love"s in that verse with your name? "Tiffany is patient, Tiffany is kind. Tiffany does not envy, she does not boast, she is not proud. . ." The point of that exercise was to remind us, even as children, that love is more than a feeling. "Love is a verb," as the trite saying goes.

That's easy for me to forget. Love isn't just the mushy feeling we get for our spouses, children, or pizza. (Side note: I always thought the great error of the English language was only having one word for love that varies in applicability from pizza to passion. Other languages, like Greek, saw the obvious need for different words). Love is choosing to act lovingly to my two year old when he throws his food on the floor, or my husband, even when he says, "The house looks clean to me-what do you mean?" Yes, love is a verb.

That's why, as I've gotten older and studied world religions, I've come to really appreciate the Buddhist ideal of compassion. If we can say, "The gospel in a word is love," they can say, and the Dalai Lama has made millions in book sales saying, "Buddhism- in a word- is compassion."

Maybe it's because love is such an overused word, but compassion speaks action to me. Love denotes a feeling that may or may not have my stomach twiterpated, spurring me to action. So, when I see that homeless man, that misbehaving child, that grieving widow, the lonely woman with a lost soul, or other "neighbors" as Jesus categorizes them, I've stopped thinking about loving them. I found it too easy to say to myself, "Yep, I love them with the love of the Lord," and walk on. I've come to think, "have compassion on them," which forces me to continue, "by (insert appropriate verb here) them." It's more difficult to feign ignorance, and walk away from citizens of the world when compassion is guiding me.

Timmy sent me this picture via email a while back because he knew they are two of my favorite people: Willie Nelson and the Dalai Lama. You may be thinking, "What a combination!" but if you've listened to the later Willie stuff, and kept up with his social and environmental activities lately, you'd see they are more alike than you think. Apparently, he also cares a lot about copyright infringements because I can't copy and paste the above mentioned picture onto this blog. You have to click on the link at the top, and view it on his website. Sorry. Blame activist Willie. Continuing on, both men also speak often of Compassion. By the way, if you haven't heard the Dalai Lama speak, read a book or watch a PBS special. His wisdom, wit, and grace are captivating. Listening to him I think, "if this is what a man who has given his life to seeking wisdom sounds like, just imagine what the Son of God sounded like!" No wonder thousands of people sat on the desert ground in the heat of middle eastern days straining to hear a not-so-attractive man teach.

So, love may do it for you- spur you to action. If so, hold to it, and love your world. If love seems to have gone a little stale lately, try compassion. It won't take you long to find someone who needs a little of it.


Love and compassion are necessities, not luxuries. Without them humanity cannot survive. Dalai Lama

Wednesday, April 26, 2006

. . .And Daddy Makes Four!
The doorbell rang last night at 7:00 p.m., and guess who it was!? Timmy's home and having a BLAST with two very happy little boys. C-to our surprise-really recognized Tim. He smiled, laughed and tried to claw his way out of his bouncy chair to get to him as soon as Tim came through the door. That made Tim very happy, to say the least. J. hasn't had any attachment issues with him, even though Tim didn't hesitate to put him in time-out within four hours of meeting him. J. hugs him, calls him "Dada,"and signs, "more" whenever Tim takes a break from horseplaying with him. It's going very smoothly. I'm not sure how long he will be here, but it will be close to a month, if not longer. God is good, and we are in awe of our blessings! (Sorry the best picture is fuzzy; we didn't take them!)




Sometimes C. laughs so hard he falls over. It's hilarious. This time it was about the "P" sound. I dont' know why, but whenever J. and I work on the "P" sound (that's a sound he couldn't say, so I'd say "p" into his hand so that he'd feel the air from the "p" until he got it) C. cracks up! So, if you want C. to laugh, just walk up to him and say, "Purple," or "Pineapple." Yep-hilarious!


Thursday, April 20, 2006

Our Day at the Children's Museum












The boys had a lot of fun dressing up and pretending to be firemen, policemen, Dr.'s, dentists, musicians and soldiers. Yes, Tim, even soldiers. In fact, J. knew exactly what to do with a ruck-sack and had fun exploring what was in it. As always, C.'s favorite part was the musical instrument station. Blessings,

Sunday, April 16, 2006

The past two weeks in pictures


C. is such a flirt! These were taken at a friend's house last week. C. and Victoria are only three weeks apart, and he loves to play with her hair and sit by her in cradle-roll class. Also, notice he's standing almost all the way up to play with that Elmo table! More on that below.
Me and the boys.

. . . the many faces of J.



















. . . and the many faces of C.! Yes, I know C. has a serious morning afro- poof going on in this picture, but the point is that he's STANDING UP! Two weeks ago, C.pulled himself up to his knees in his crib. I was shocked! But not as shocked as I was to catch him pulled up to standing a few days ago! Then to watch him walk back and forth in his crib while holding on to the rail. And he's only seven months old! But I guess if there's something tasty enough to teeth on, he'll find a way to get to it. He's developing so fast I can't keep up. Sometimes I think if I had a teething bar on the ceiling he'd learn to fly in five days!


Here's the boys at the park. (Notice I did C.'s hair. :) I don't let him out with that crazy do from above!) C. follows J. EVERYWHERE, including up the slide. He is a handsome little boy, isn't he? J. has taken to waving good-bye to airplanes. Remember before he would fall onto the ground in fits of terror everytime a plane flew over, which amounted to a lot of terror considering there's an airforce base in town. He started waving to planes while hiding behind my legs, then while holding my hand, and now he just stops whatever he's doing and waves. He's getting more and more "sound acclimated" to America.




THANK YOU SOOOO much, Emma ("Granny") for coming in last week to help! I really needed a break, and the kids loved getting spoiled! Let's see. . .I got the oil changed in the Jeep, the taxes done, went to the dentist, got the boys to the doctor, bought large things that wouldn't fit in the cart with two kids in there too, mowed the lawn, fertilized, mulched. . .what didn't I get done??!!! THANK YOU!!!! Any other grandparents-you're welcome to come and do the same ANYTIME!

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

"Dear God. . ."

"Dear God, please make our daisies grow. . ."



Monday, April 10, 2006

Yay!!!!


When Tim is gone, I often wear his old PT sweatshirt in the morning. It's gray, ten sizes too big for me, zips up and has a hood. It's become habit to lay it over the boys' Pack-n-Play when I'm not wearing it, just so it's easy access for the next morning. Last week, I went in to check on C. while he was taking a nap, and he had pulled Daddy's sweatshirt down and curled up to take a nap on it. He must miss him as much as I do! But, Tim called yesterday, and he has been approved to come home this month! Yay!!!! It could be as early as next week, but probably not until closer to the end of the month. It's only leave, so he'll have to go back mid-May, but we are soooooo excited for him to come home. Thanks to all of you who prayed that he'd be granted leave to take care of all of the adoption and medical stuff that has come up, and please continue to pray that all things continue to work so that he gets home. Happy Easter!

Saturday, April 01, 2006

Aung San Suu Kyi


Daw Aung San Suu Kyi


"A Song about Sue and Chesse?"

"No, Aung San Suu Kyi, pronounced a little like Ong San Sue Chi."

Most of you know I have a bumper sticker on my Jeep that reads, “Free Aung San Suu Kyi,” so I get a lot of questions about who in the world this person is. That in itself is a tragedy considering if my bumper sticker read, “Free the Dalai Lama,” or “Free Nelson Mandela,” everyone would know who I was talking about. Aung San Suu Kyi’s situation is just as severe as these well knowns-more so, and the plight of the Burmese people that she represents is tragic, though ignored by most of the world.

I’m not going to get demonstratively political here, but for the sake of awareness, so I won't have to answer, "A Song Sue Who?" for a few days, and because it effects many close friends of mine who have been threatened with imprisonment, exile, torture and death, I’ll give you the Reader’s Digest version of the situation in Burma (Myanmar), and who is Aung San Suu Kyi.

First, Burma is made up of many tribes, but there are several major ones. The Burmese (or Bamar) tribe is the largest, and it is some members of this tribe that are currently ruling the country in the form of a military junta. For that reason, most who live in Burma do not call Burma “Burma,” nor themselves, “Burmese,” unless of course they are actually of the Burmese tribe. They say, “Myanmar,” or “I am Mon,” “I am Kachin,” or simply “I am Myanmar.” So, that's what I'll say here: Myanmar.

In 1988, the people of Myanmar held a democratic election. Aung San Suu Kyi, a Myanmar woman who was educated in England, married an Englishman, and whose father was a leader in Burma (when it was still called Burma), overwhelmingly won the election. The junta, led by a man named Ne Win, refused to recognize this election, gave a murderous speech rivaling any by Hitler, and ordered the mass murder of hundreds of students, women, monks, nuns, and commoners in the street, resembling the Tienanmen Square massacre.

The junta put Aung San Suu Kyi in prison, and has ruled Myanmar with torture, murder, fear, and restriction ever since. Aung San Suu Kyi has been in and out of prison and house arrest since 1988. Though she has been given the opportunity to leave her imprisonment (when her husband died in England, for example), she has refused to go knowing that she will not be allowed back into Myanmar. Her loyalty to her people, even from behind bars, is non-negotiable. Even though she is, in essence, powerless to rule the country from her bedroom, her mere presence gives the Myanmar people peace and hope. Without her presence, surely the already tumultuous situation would deteriorate into chaos.

What has the junta done that is so bad? In part:
*Starvation orders on villages. (Troops show up in a village and tell them that they are not allowed to farm or use their animals. If they are caught doing so-and the troops return regularly to check-the village is burned down. Thus, the people exile into Thailand or India where they are not welcome, often dying of malaria or land mines on the way, or they starve to death).

*Bombing border villages "as a means of controlling the poppy smuggling into Thailand.” I worked at a refugee camp with 74 children who had come from one of these villages. They had seen their parents, siblings, and friends killed. Obviously, though poppy smuggling IS a problem, bombing innocent people is not the way to handle it.

*Disallowing foreign press.

*Disallowing foreign television and radio.

*Arresting, torturing, or killing anyone who is suspected to be promoting democracy.

*Disallowing large groups from meeting, for fear of insurgency. Even the Universities have been closed, and when they are open, classes are held in campuses miles apart to prevent Democratic discussion and hinder organization. There is also the desire to promote ignorance, of course, to create a submissive people, similar to the Khmer Rouge stragtegy of the 1970's in Cambodia.

*Shooting down innocent people in the street- on more than one occasion.

*Possibly bombing their own people, and blaming it on Western nations. (Somebody bombed them in May 2005, and no one knows who, but we know it wasn’t a democratic country).

So why doesn’t someone go into Myanmar, forcefully remove the junta, release Aung San Suu Kyi, and fix this severe human rights violation?
Primarily, Aung San Suu Kyi strongly opposes this strategy. She, along with 90% of the rest of Myanmar, is Buddhist. Buddhism prohibits killing; therefore, she is seeking a peaceful resolution. In her attempts to reach such a solution, she has earned the Nobel Peace Prize, forced Myanmar to pass on its ASEAN chairmanship this year, organized students, interviewed with Western journalists, thus educating the world of the problem, written books, and has been a rock of stability in a deadly whirlpool. Even so, she is still under house arrest. If you’re looking for her, she lives at 54 University Ave., BAHAN 11201, Yangon, Myanmar. You can write to her. I don't know that she receives the letters, but if she does, I'm sure she appreciates the encouragement.

I don’t know how to solve the problems in Myanmar. I know I’ve been “asked to leave” (to put it mildly) for baptizing in Myanmar. I’ve been stopped on the streets in Yangon by soldiers and interrogated. I’ve had film ripped out of my camera. I've been careful not to congregate with more than a few Myanmar at once in public. I’ve been followed by “eyes”, as the Myanmar people call junta spies, in Shan State, and every Myanmar who comes to see me at my hotel has had to sign in and out, and state the purpose of their visit. But would they dare arrest me-an American? I doubt it. That blue passport in my pocket, in many ways, serves as a get out of jail free card, though I wouldn’t want to test that theory. But my Mon, Shan, Karen, Kachin. . . friends don’t have that pass, and they live in fear of being in the wrong place at the wrong time everyday. If you have an idea on how to fix the problem, contact Sen. John McCain, or other people in government who are aware and involved with the human rights atrocities in Myanmar.

Until there comes a solution, I try to encourage my Myanmar friends to hold onto the eternal freedoms that are available in Christ. No one can take that freedom away, not even those men in olive green uniforms, with shoddy boots and dangling machine guns that stand on every corner of Yangon. I pray for the safety of my Buddhist and Christian friends there; I pray that the UN sanctions work against the junta and not against my friends who work in factories that are closing due to the sanctions that are supposed to help them, thank Condi Rice for adding Myanmar to the “axis of evil”, if for no other reason than it raises awareness, and write little bits like this.

If history has taught us anything, it's that Myanmar's future doesn't look bright, specifically Aung San Suu Kyi's. The junta reads their history books as well, and they know that it is in their advantage to keep her alive long enough that she will die of natural causes under house arrest. Change comes in tidalwaves when a civil disobedience leader is killed for his or her beliefs. The Western world became Christian from Jesus' civil disobedience. (The crusades weren't nearly as successful, evangelically, as Jesus' method when he told Peter to put down his sword). England left India and the Hindus and Muslims agreed to disagree, thanks to Ghandi; African Americans gained civil rights from Martin Luther King Jr.'s efforts, etc...But all of these leaders had to die before great change came. For example, the Dalai Lama is alive and Tibet isn't yet free. But if a Chinese hit man assassinated the Dalai Lama in the streets of NYC, worldy pressure and awareness would rise. According to history, Tibet would then soon be free. The junta knows that killing Aung San Suu Kyi will bring more harm than good to their cause. So, sadly, it looks like she's stuck in her home indefinately while her people trudge around in the dark.

I got a birthday card from a couple of friends from Myanmar recently. I'll leave their names and pictures out of this, for obvious reasons. I also received several letters from Myanmar friends asking for more Bible courses. In all the letters I have from Myanmar people, there isn't one complaint in them. But there is a lot of hope and a lot of compassion. They are a people of profound kindness.

So now you know! I'm not talking about Sue, or cheese, or singing a song. :) She's a woman for whom I have great respect. If you think of it, thank God again that you were born an American, for the freedoms you have in Christ, and in America. Certainly, not everyone is so fortunate.

For more information:
*http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Burma
*www.dassk.org
*www.aappb.org
*http://www.freeburma.org/
*http://www.amnestyusa.org/countries/myanmar_burma/index.do
*Beyond Rangoon (the movie)
*Paschal Khoo Thwe's historical account, From the Land of Green Ghosts.

In The Quiet Land
(By Daw Aung San Suu Kyi)
In the Quiet Land,
no one can tell
if there's someone who's listening
for secrets they can sell.
The informers are paid in the blood of the land
and no one dares speak what the tyrants won't stand.
In the quiet land of Burma,

no one laughs and no one thinks out loud.
In the quiet land of Burma,
you can hear it in the silence of the crowd
In the Quiet Land, no one can say

when the soldiers are coming
to carry them away.
The Chinese want a road; the French want the oil;
the Thais take the timber; and SLORC takes the spoils...
In the Quiet Land....In the Quiet Land, no one can hear

what is silenced by murder
and covered up with fear.
But, despite what is forced, freedom's a sound
that liars can't fake and no shouting can drown.