LEGACY - Da' Truth

One of my favorite songs is called Legacy by Da' Truth. It's a powerful song that reminds me not to get too comfortable with my life in this world. It helps me to evaluate how serious I am about following Christ. Too often I hear about the suffering and persecution of Christians in the world right now and think, "Wow, that's horrible." And then go about my business with no other thought or concern for them or about the fact that this has been happening to Christians throughout history and could easily happen to me. Below are some lyrics. Absorb them. Ponder them.


Frustrated by the snares and the toils, parents annoy you
Truth of the matter is we're arrogant, spoiled
America's soil has soiled us, sort of
And pastors insist on declaring us royal
And it's true that we are but we take it too far
To the point where we break and we take down the bar
And forsake all the parts of The Faith that are hard
To embrace after all we've outsmarted the martyrs
We race up the charts- if you trace it to the start
You will find that the way to escape from the dark
And your wake is to carve off the weight and the heart
Of the truth, until everybody loves you
Jesus said woe to you old and new saints
That hold a view that you can go through The Faith
With nobody loathing you, that's a view
That you only can hold when your home is the States

So, don't think it strange if a change might occur

If it does, are you ready and prepared for the curve

And a turn for the worst- would you fight, would you fall

Would you die for the Christ, that's the price of the call

Would you die for the Christ, that's the price of the call

Would you die for the Christ, that's the price of the call

Would you die for the Christ, that's the price of the call

WOULD YOU DIE FOR THE CHRIST, THAT'S THE PRICE OF THE CALL

The bones that are picked are the bones that depict
That they combed through their homes with the stones and the sticks
The aromas- a stench- so they rose up against them
At home and at Rome- throwing stones at the Christians
Got a hold of them- gripped them, kicked them, scarred them
Saw them, sawed them- they were thrown in a pit
With the toads and the vermin- I'm rolling the clips
It's urgent the scourges- the groans from the licks
The anger, the stranglers, the hangers, the danger
For all of the Christians that rolled in a clique
Ended up in the teeth of the beast that would feast
On the saints that would preach- they were thrown over cliffs
It is not known to exist in the States
Or the place where the home is just bliss
This song is intense- 'cause it's truth
And I'm trying to convince you that no one's exempt
Yet no one's equipped
Got our phones on our clips
Our focus is both on our loans and our cribs
Our fitness- our business has grown in a pinch
Would you fight would you fall
Would you ball up your fist
Would you falter or march to your grave 'cause you're saved
And your life is in Christ and to die is to gain
Would you die in His name
For the rise of His fame
Despising the shame
'Cause you're promised to reign

Would you die for the Christ, that's the price of the call
Would you die for the Christ, that's the price of the call
Would you die for the Christ, that's the price of the call
WOULD YOU DIE FOR THE CHRIST, THAT'S THE PRICE OF THE CALL

"Highlights"

Touch Rugby seems to be a favorite pastime sport. Two weekends ago I had the opportunity to watch my friends compete in a tournament playing this sport. I was offered the chance to play along with them, but I respectfully declined, recalling my previous experience of playing "touch" on the beach and always running the wrong direction to catch the ball (rugby passes the ball backwards, football passes the ball forwards). As I watched my friends and noticed the ease in which they passed the ball to each other I knew I'd made the right decision. The experience was extremely fun. Picture a beautiful summer day, a vivid green field, and 3 rugby games going simultaneously, all against the backdrop of a mountain in the distance. The place and day were picture perfect! My friends didn't do so well (only scoring a few points all day) but they had fun playing, and I had fun cheering on the sidelines. I even witnessed a rugby injury. It's funny how people can get hurt with bleeding noses and sprained ankles and just walk it off. All I can think at those moments is, "We'll be getting a call from them at ACC." I came to NZ not knowing much about Rugby, but now it's starting to grow on me. Hey, I'm even planning to see a professional rugby game in a few weeks.

A Beautiful Day!

Warm-ups before the big game.

The rugby ball. Slightly larger and rounder than a football.

Game on!

Smile for the Camera. Yes I have two sets of glasses. I was holding them for a friend.

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Hanging out with friends,

When doing theatre three major wildcards to work with are children, animals, and audience participation. Any one of those alone can add a level of uncontrolability and stress to an otherwise simple play. Combine them together and you've got yourself a chaos. This Sunday, Palm Sunday, I was placed in charge of a skit portraying Jesus' triumphant entry into Jerusalem. This skit included not one but all three wildcards: children, a live donkey, and audience participation. Oh, and we weren't able to practice the skit at all until the day of. When faced with this challenge I tried not to be stressed. And failed. Thankfully, Beth, wife of one of our pastors, noticed my distress and prayed with me right then and there. Praise God for speedy answers to prayer! As it turns out, the skit went really well. Our donkey was quiet and well behaved. The children were enthusiastic even if they were a bit confused. I probably should have looked more into why the the people threw their clothing on the ground in front of Jesus. The kids didn't understand why I made them do this. The congregation was a little weak with their cheering for Jesus in the morning, but with a little tweaking of the skit I got the audience in the evening to have a more excited cheer. I really believe the Lord managed all the intricate details of the skit to make it come together and work well.

"I'm Going To New Zealand to Find Me A Husband!"

Or at least that's what many people imply to me (or even scarier, expect of me). Kiwi's, I wish I could say this idea has solely been expressed to me by my fellow Americans, but strangely that hasn't been the case. I can't tell you how many times a New Zealander has said to me, "You're from America? Maybe you'll find a nice Kiwi guy to marry!" To which I inwardly roll my eyes and wonder why so many people think the only possible purpose I could have for coming to NZ is to find a husband. I mean, do I have "Desperate" written across my forehead? Or do they envision me fulfilling some romantic fantasy in which two foreigners meet, fall in love, marry, and live happily ever after.

OK, I don't really believe that's what people are thinking. I think my New Zealand wellwishers just love their country and realize their Kiwi men are worthy of the love of a foreigner. There do seem to be a lot of intercultural marriages here. Now, my American wellwishers I'm not so sure about. I say this because we Americans have an ingrained caution about marriage to foreigners that stems from a history of being a "melting pot" of the world. I know that doesn't make sense, but hear me out. The history of America is filled with the story of immigrants coming to the continent desiring a new life for themselves. At some point recently in our history we realized we needed to put laws into place to distinguish American citizenship. Suddenly immigrants couldn't just come and stay forever, they had to become citizens to stay in the country. One of the ways a foreigner could automatically become a citizen was to marry an American. Stories began to circulate about foreigners marrying a person just to get citizenship and then leaving them once they had obtained that goal. Theses stories placed in many Americans an underlying fear of being used through marriage by foreigners. Suddenly we found ourselves guarding our marriage certificate like it was a precious jewel.

Now with that said, why were my friends and family speculating that I would come home with a Kiwi husband? Because, if truth be told, they (and I) understand that there are a lot of great guys all over the world, including New Zealand. If the Lord has a husband for me, in NZ or any other country, it's no big deal. He has my life and my marriage in His hands.

I wrote this blog because I hear the marriage word so much I just had to comment on it. I didn't come to New Zealand to find a husband, and I don't think it'll happen. (I hope I don't end up eating those words! :P ) But, perhaps if I'm really lucky I might meet a guy like the one a friend from work tried to offer to me. "He's nice and fun Tiana, the only down side is that he occasionally smokes weed!"

A Confession

Why is it so hard to confess our weaknesses or struggles to others? Especially those who are part of the family of God, the one group of people who are there to be an encouragment and help to each other. Today during church I had the chance to pray with a small group of friends and confess an area in my life in which I needed prayer. I came into the worship gathering chipper and excited to be among my christian family, but after that prayer session I had a deep sense of regret that I had confessed an imperfection. Now reading this you may think, "Wow, she should never do that again." But, here's the thing, my feeling of regret had nothing to do with those who were praying for me. It had to do with me and Satan's attacks at me.

I need prayer. I desperately need it. We all do. We need to bring our burdens to the Lord and share them with others. God says to His church family: "Be devoted to one another in brotherly love. Honor one another above yourselves... Share with God's people who are in need. Practice hospitality." (Romans 12:10,13) We are a community, a family. The most comfortable place to express our burdens should be with our family. But when I do this, something in me whispers, "They won't like you anymore. You're a failure because you need help. They're laughing at you behind your back. The fact that you have this struggle means you're not a good enough Christian. These people can't be trusted. You'd better not mention this thing again." and so on and so forth until I regret even mentioning anything. The worst part about this is that I often think that confessing a struggle will result in my feeling a great burden has been lifted from my shoulders, but instead I feel more bogged down.

Thankfully, I'm realizing that my feelings aren't exactly expressing what is actually happening. When I reach out to my church family the burden is lifted; God is working. But my sinful nature and Satan's spiritual attacks would have me believe that the opposite has happened. They would have me believe that prayer doesn't work and that my church family are my enemies. They would have me turn away from ever seeking help and prayer support from other Christians so that the family of God is broken and disconnected. Ironically, when others seek prayer from me for the struggles and burdens they have, I'm excited to help. I don't look down on them or think any less of them. I want to be there for them and offer my support and encouragement. Why don't I realize that this is how others feel when I come to them?

I wrote this blog because I needed to write it. I needed to remind myself of these truths. I'm glad I did. I also know that others need to be reminded of these truths as well. Maybe perhaps you?

Reflections On A Bus

Everyday as I travel to work I sit on a bus, watch the world go by, and think. Oh, nothng too profound. I think about the houses flying by, the cows in the fields, the mountains in the distance, and most importantly, reflections on life.

Here are a few reflections I've made this week:

On paying for a bus ride -
When seeking to ride the bus in New Zealand you must pay a fare. Interestingly, to pay that fare you don't have to have exact change. The bus driver is equiped with a cash box and can take your $10 and give you $8.20 back. As I daily observed this process I thought about how in Cleveland you have to have exact fare or no change will be given. How inconvenient. Even more inconvenient is the bus system in New York City where you can only pay the bus fare with quarters. Imagine having the fare in cash but not in quarters.

On birthday cakes -
In New Zealand birthday cakes come in all types of shapes and sizes. The types of cakes vary from sponge to black forest, and some birthday desserts aren't even cakes at all. This is curious to me since in the US many birthday cakes are very similar. They usually have sugary icing covering the whole cake and writing on the top saying "Happy Birthday...." or any number of messages. I kind of miss that. It makes the cake more personal.

On school uniforms -
The majority of the schools in New Zealand have a uniform that all the students must wear. I can tell which kids attend the same school when they walk onto the bus just by their identical uniforms. In the US, uniforms are usually associated with private schools. Most public schools just have dress codes in varying degrees of strictness. There weren't many dress restrictions at the schools I attended. Jeans and a T-shirts were usually the norm.

On smoking -
New Zealand is a smoke free country, yet I see so many people smoking (teens included). I think I've breathed more clean air walking the streets of Cleveland than I have walking the streets of Hamilton. On the other hand, a year ago Ohio became a smoke free state. What took them so long? At least New Zealand realized the value of a smoke free environment (if only indoors) a long time ago.

Whoops! The bus has reached my stop. That's it for now.

The Curse of the New Zealand Temporary Agency

One of my greatest frustrations here in New Zealand has been the temporary agencies. I came in with the wrong impression of what their purpose was in NZ and have been fuming ever since. I thought the term Temporary Employment Agency meant that it was an agency that found you a job that was temporary to work. Apparently it doesn't necessarily mean they find you a job at all. Even if they advertise that they have plenty of positions. The worst part about the whole situation is that you spend all this time filling out forms, taking computer skills tests, and interviewing only to never hear from the agency again. And calling once a week to inquire about their status on finding you a job doesn't seem to do anything but make them mad. It certainly doesn't speed up the process. Perhaps I wouldn't be so frustrated if American temp agencies were like this, and I expected more of the same, but they're not. In the States, you are usually offered a job immediately if you have some (or even little) office skills. Now once you do that initial temp job the ones that follow may come a little slower. But, generally, if you sign up with multiple temp agencies you can receive constant work. Here in NZ, Cara and I are currently signed up with six, yes SIX, agencies and they can't seem to find us a job (actually in my case it took them 3 weeks to barely offer me a job: I had to call the agent and remind him that I existed).

Here's a run down of the agencies and how they've responded to us.
Kelly's - met with the agent, took computer tests, interviewed for a temp job (which ended up being given to another temp worker who was also interviewed for the exact same position), never hear from them about another temp job, months later discover that our records were lost, new temp agent finds records, currently haven't heard from them in over a month.
Madison - called agency and told to email resume, once resume was received they emailed us to let us know that if a job came up that we fit they'll bring us in for an interview, currently haven't heard from them in over a month.
Manpower - met with agent, took computer tests, etc., haven't heard from them in 6 months, attempts made to contact agent but she always seems to be out of the office.
I.S. Young - met with agent, took computer tests, etc., told they have lots of jobs coming in, haven't heard from them in over 3 weeks.
Enterprise - met with agent, took computer tests, etc., 4 weeks later received a 2 month temporary job, job ends and no new job has been offered in 5 months.
Adecco - filled out forms but never met with agent, told they would call within the week and never do, 7 months later I contact agent about a temp job, take computer tests, agent never responds back about tests or job, I finally call agent and an interview is set up for the next day. 3 days later I actually receive the temp job.

I praise the Lord for the job that I have. I know it was all Him and nothing to do with me because, hey, the temp agencies seem practically impossible to work with. I'm grateful that this job will last for the rest of my time her in New Zealand. Too bad our work permit says we can only work temporary or casual jobs. I'm praying that the Lord will miraculously provide a temp job for Cara that will also last the rest of our time here. It's frustrating putting so much effort into signing up with a temp agency when it's clear they don't really put that much effort into finding a job for their temp workers. Oh well, I'm glad my Father, the Creator, is ultimately in control.

Don't Drink and Fry & Other Ponderings

I have a lot on my mind and my wise and wonderful mother advised me to share it all in a blog, so here goes.

I'm restless. I've just had an incredible Christmas and New Year, actually an incredible 2007 in New Zealand, and yet...I'm restless. I see others around me who are enjoying their jobs and what they do for a living and I'm hit with a longing. I want to enjoy the job that I work. But as I seek to find yet another temporary job, I'm hit with a dread. I'm not sure I'll wake up day after day looking forward to going to work. And I don't think I'll come home feeling like I've enjoyed what I just did. Oh, what a pessimistic attitude for a Christian to have! Aren't we as Christians supposed to view our jobs as working for the Lord? Aren't we supposed to be satisfied with with wherever the Lord places us in life? Well, whatever your thoughts about that I know I'm not satisfied. I speak with the Lord about this all the time. No need to lie to Him, He already knows. I wish I could be excited about going to an office job, but something inside me screams, "NOOOO! I DON'T WANT TO WORK IN AN OFFICE!!!" Well, I'll keeping clinging to the Lord to get me through these last few months of work in NZ.

I watch too much TV. What do you do when you're bored waiting for a job to be offered to you and you're tired from the stress of money woes? You veg in front of the TV watching any old talk show, sitcom, movie, or music video that comes across the screen. It's funny to me how many Kiwi, British, and American shows I watch. Especially since I haven't watched real TV since I was in College almost 5 years ago, and even then I hardly watched it as much as I do now. I'm fascinated by the travel shows, I'm amused by some of the British shows, I'm reminiscent about some of the shows from my childhood, and I'm sick of seeing commercials. Speaking of commericials, there are some pretty amusing NZ ones out there. I think my favorite commercial right now is the "Don't Drink and Fry" commercial. It goes somewhat like this: "Everyday many Kiwi blokes go home after drinking and fry --- themselves." This commercial is my favorite not because it's done in any particularly exciting way. It's my favorite because of the message. I've heard of don't drink and drive, but don't drink and fry? I'm not saying this is not a valid issue, because it probably is, in NZ and the US, but it's a funny slogan to me. Maybe America should adopt the slogan "Friends don't let friends drink and fry." Let people ponder that for a bit.

One more thought. I now have less than four months left in NZ. At first, I was sad that my time in NZ would be over, but now I'm kind of looking forward to it. I miss the familiar of America, although I don 't think it'll seem very familiar when I go back. I also miss theater. My heart is longing to get back on a stage, get in a costume, and perform. I also miss my family. I have yet to see my nephew who will be one by the time I return to the US. So many things drawing me home. But still a few that are keeping me here...

First Blog of the New Year

It's a new year.
Let me begin it with a comment about Google. A few days ago I heard on the radio that Google announced the top searches, etc. for the year 2007. Do you know what the top "who is" question asked on google was?
"Who is God?"
This is interesting to ponder. Not only because this was the top "who is" question but because it was the third most searched question for 2007. "What is love?" being the top, and "how to kiss?" the second. Even more interesting is that the question of "who is God?" is actually the answer to the question of "what is love?" God defines love.
So, what does this mean in my life. It means that there are a lot more people in the world who desire to hear the Gospel than I realized. They may not know that when they ask the question "who is God?" (not only on Google, but in their heart), what they really desperately need to hear is that Jesus Christ died for their sins on the cross because of His deep love for them. “For God loved the world so much that he gave his one and only Son, so that everyone who believes in him will not perish but have eternal life. ~ John 3:16 When I'm tempted to back away from sharing the Gospel with someone I can remind myself that this person may be someone who has or will seek Google for the answer to "who is God?" Why not help them to know the truth?

Summary

"Where have you been?!"
I bet that's what you're wondering. I've been meaning to write for a long time now but life has kept me busy. And I've had so much to write that I just didn't know where to start.

So here goes....

Christmastime in New Zealand.
How do I describe the differences? Fewer tacky decorations on the houses. Not that there are no tacky decorations in NZ, because there are PLENTY. It's just that not many people choose to put them on the outside of their houses. I think I've seen a totally of five decorated houses in all of my driving around Hamilton this year. Christmas cookies = chocolate chip cookies. Cara and I had to travel to a number of stores in order to find any cookie cutters, and even then we had to get a gingerbread man cutter in a tiny, random shop in a small town outside of Hamilton. Christmas Carols? I worked in a retail store for the whole holiday season and they only played christmas songs about 1/2 of the time. The Christian music station I listen to here played christmas songs about a third of the time. Usually by Christmas I'm completely sick of hearing christmas music but that was not the case this year. I actually longed to hear more. Barbeques were the Christmas dinner of choice. 2 week vacations. A wonderful thing happens in NZ around the holiday time. Major businesses shut down for two to three weeks. I can't tell you how many people from church are going away for vacation because their job has closed for a few weeks. Even our church, City Bible Church, has closed it's office for two weeks. The other day I was driving to work (I work in retail, they NEVER close) during morning rush hour and there were hardly any cars on the road. It was weird. Finally, heat and humidity. Hamilton is humid in the summer and I'm experiencing that this holiday season. Cara and I laugh about the fact that we have a beautifully decorated tree in our flat And a fan running constantly. The differences between Christmas in NZ and Christmas in the States are odd to us but not necessarily bad. Each country creates it's own tradition of Chritsmas based on the character of their country. It's cool to experience.


Jobs, money, etc...
I can't describe to you what it feels like to be broke in a country so far away from your own. To desire to have a budget but never make enough money, in a consistent flow, to follow one. To live paycheck to paycheck and still not have enough to pays bills here and bills at home. To be forced to use your credit card more than you ever thought you would. To desire to work, but because of limitations in your work permit and your transportation be unable to work many available jobs. To literally not know if you will be receiving a paycheck in the next month, meanwhile the bills still come. I can't describe to you what it feels like. You'd never truly understand this situation unless you lived it. Tomorrow my temporary job with the Warehouse ends. Once again I will be without an income. I am only permitted to work temporary or casual jobs. After months of searching for a more stable job I've come to the conclusion that my only source of income can come through the jobs temp agencies give me. Sigh. I thought a month of working 30 hours a week for the Warehouse would help me to catch up with bills and use my credit card less. Not so much. I still feel like I'm playing catch up with bills here in NZ and at home. There always seems to be one more bill left that I don't quite have all the money for. Is it frustrating. YES! Do I sometimes feel like quiting? YES! But if I quit and go home then what? I'll still have bills, little money, and no job. I might as well be broke in New Zealand.


The Lord...
When I first came to NZ, I wanted to learn to trust the Lord in a completely new way. I believe God has granted that desire of my heart. It's been extremely difficult. I have failed many times in my attempts to trust and have despaired more often than I like to admit. But Jesus is teaching me that He died for me. He's showing me that no matter how much I stumble He's always there to catch me. He's not keeping a tally of how many times I fail. My failures have already been forgiven. When I doubt and despair I can run to Him and stand tall and confident in His love and forgiveness of me. When I think about my future in New Zealand things appear impossible and hopeless. Then I remember that my Father in heaven is involved and suddenly things don 't look so grim. Is this what it's like to trust the Lord completely? On the outside things appear desperate, but behind the scenes God is working, and he reveals his work little by little. Just enough for me to make it through another day.







Frustrating: 1) The glass around our living room ceiling light randomly fell and shattered while we were outside for a few minutes hanging laundry. 2) I did a monologue at church about the inner struggle between selfish desires and the desires of the Holy Spirit in me. 3) Marshmallows burn easily in our oven.






Encouraging: 1) Christmas in NZ. Our tree. 2) Nativity scenes in the Hamilton Christmas parade. Jesus is represented. 3) Beautiful natural surroundings.

I'm Not Usually Into Bands But...

Yesterday, I heard the music of a band called Kissed By the Moon. They were playing at an outreach event that my 18ups group put on. The guys in the band were Christians but they played clean secular songs. I was impressed by the talent of this band. Their songs were full of energy and passion, and their skills on the guitar, bass, and drum were amazing. This is the second time since I've been in NZ that I've heard a live Kiwi band. The first time was the first week I was here, when a new friend, Luke, invited Cara and I to his battle of the bands competition. He was in a band called the Holy Rollers that I discovered also had a really great sound. Recently, I've wanted to hear the Holy Rollers again but hadn't gotten around to calling Luke to find out when they play in Hamilton again. Well, yesterday, speaking to the lead singer in Kissed By the Moon he informed me that they and the Holy Rollers will be playing in Hamilton in December. Sweet! I'm there! It's funny, I'm really not a band person (especially not a groupie) but I love music so this had to come out at some point. I'm looking forward to the fun.

Driving in New Zealand - A Wild Ride

New Zealanders are bad drivers.

I'm sorry, but there's no other way to put it. Everytime I get behind the wheel I say a quick prayer that God would protect me from the crazy driving that I will no doubt witness. Some of the bad driving is due to New Zealand driving rules. Some of it is due to the drivers.

First off, speeding seems to be pretty much the norm. Going the speed limit or even 5 Kilometers over the speed limit will result in you being passed by the majority of the cars on the street. Nevermind that there's a pretty hefty fine for speeding. Even mountainous, curvy areas don't cause people to slow down. They hit the curves without the slightest pressure to the break, sometimes resulting in their car going way across the roadmarking line. Speeding is such a problem that the police have created commercials that graphically show drivers the fatal results of speeding, especially around curves. I have to admit, I am a bit disheartened by the number of crosses I see along the road whenever I drive out in the country.

New Zealand drivers also make a lot of poor decisions when trying to turn or pass another vehicle. Roads are wider here than in the states so whenever a car slows down to turn all the cars behind it just go around it. The problem with this is that many times they have to swerve into the opposite lane to pass the car. Many times when they do this they don’t slow down and come pretty close to the cars coming in the opposite direction. I’ve seen accidents almost happen due to this bad driving. Also, drivers make many quick turns that leave just a split second before they are hit by an on-coming car. Once again, there are commercials on TV warning people about making stupid turning decisions.

Finally, some NZ driving laws add to the cause of accidents. The “Give Way” law says that the person closest to the curb making a turn must allow the car coming from the opposite direction turning onto the same street to turn first. (I know confusing.) In other words…if this law were in the States the person making a right turn must allow the car in the opposite lane to turn (left) first onto the street before they turn right onto the street. The problem with this law is that because cars will go around a car that’s trying to turn, it’s hard to tell if you should just turn or “give way.” A recipe for an accident if both drivers trying to turn aren’t extremely aware of what the other cars around them are doing.

There’s tons more that I witness on a daily basis, but this blog is already long enough. Just so you know, not all NZ drivers are bad, but more than should be. Lord protect me when I drive!

It's Good Having Friends

A couple weekend's ago I went on a young adult retreat with my church. That was one of the best decisions I could have made while here in New Zealand. Living in close quarters for a couple of days partaking in the same activities has a way of bringing people closer together. I feel like I really got to know some of the other young adults in my church. We had great conversations (some that went late into the night). We went tramping around the base of a small mountain. We spent some time on the beach. I learned how to play touch rugby (really frustrating when you're used to playing touch football). We played a ton of card games. Watched some movies. And of course spent some time in the Word reading Galatians and talking about law verses grace. It was wonderful deepening friendships.

Now, as I head to my weekly young adult small group, I feel more comfortable talking with people, and we know more about what's going on in each other's life. Also, it's fun sharing cultural differences between America and New Zealand (and sometimes Canada). I'm glad people feel comforable about asking me things they don't quite understand about the US, and I in turn ask them things about their culture. I want to keep in touch with many of my friends here in NZ even after I leave. It's good having friends!

Being Slothful

You ever have one of those days when you don't feel like doing anything?
Your alarm goes off at 9:00am, you reset it for 9:30, and then fall into a slumber that lasts until early afternoon. You wake up realizing it's late but can't seem to pull yourself out of bed so you just sit there thinking, partly because you're tired, partly because you are not sure you want to face what's left of the day. When you finally do drag yourself out of bed you do so with the utmost intention of "accomplishing something today!" But instead you sit, you read, you watch TV, all the while counting the passing hours on the clock until it's too late to go out, too late to have company, too late to be awake...too late to do anything.
Ever have one of those day? Or two? Or a week?

Now I've had to ask the Lord a number of times as I wasted yet another day, "Why am I doing this when I know I have bills to pay, very little cash, and no job?" At first I knew it was tiredness. Spending a month 'holidaying' with family and travelling all over the North Island of New Zealand is tiring. It took a couple of days just to recover from that. But then the thought began to creep into my head that I was avoiding something. I was dreading the impending job search. I hate searching for jobs. I hate going from store to store asking if they are hiring. I hate waiting for a response once an application is turned in. I hate interviewing. I was being lazy to avoid the inevitable.

So...

Today I walked to town, and attempted to inquire about jobs. Many places aren't hiring quite yet while others are already hiring for their Christmas staff. (Yes, NZ has already started to advertise for Christmas.) And so many places are still out there where I wouldn't want to work at all. Ugh! It's hard to be motivated for anything that isn't theater.

I'm trying Lord. I'm trying.

Mom Visits and Mt. Ruapehu Erupts

My Mom has come to visit us in New Zealand. I've been looking forward to her visit for months. Having her here is like having a piece of home and familiarity in New Zealand. She's been here for a week and a half and we've kept her busy.

First, a day in Auckland visiting Devonport, Titirangi, Kelly Tarlton's Underwater World, and the Sky Tower. Next, a trip to Wellington at the bottom of the North Island. It's an eight hour drive from Hamilton through everchanging landscape to Wellington. The trip was long but fun. Wellington reminds me of Cleveland, it has a nice feel to it. It doesn't feel over crowded like Auckland. In Wellington we drove around the coast and saw the Tasman Sea and the Pacific Ocean, the drive was georgeous. We also went to the Te Rapa Museum, which was a cool experience, and viewed all types of exhibits about New Zealand and it's people. Next, we took a train ride back to Hamilton. It was my frist time on a train. It felt pretty much like riding the rapid for a long time. The trip was fun at the start, but by the time we reached Hamilton I was ready to be off of it. I won't lie, I'll be back on a train again when Cara and I go to the South Island. After the Wellington trip we did some sight seeing around Hamilton including going on the dinner cruise Waipa Delta. Mom also met my church family and got to have lunch with some of our fellow brothers and sisters in Christ at their home. Next, we went to Rotorua and visited a Maori village, ate some hiangi, and saw a cultural performance. We also went to a sheep show at the Agrodome (I got to try my hand at milking a cow, eww.) We also went to the Rotorua Museum and learned about a tragic Volcanic eruption in Rotorua in 1886 that killed over a hundred people and destroyed a beautiful land formation that had been one of the seven wonders of the world at that time period. It was there that I suddenly came to the realization that I was on an island where a volcano could blow at any moment.

With that said, a volcano did erupt the very next day. Mt Ruapehu, largest volcano on the North island (and still pretty active) erupted without warning last night. New Zealanders seem to be pretty calm about this. "No worries mate." Some ski fields on the mountain are closed today but may open again tomorrow. Hmm....Weird.... That's NZ for you. I think the prayers of a certain somebody before I left Tetelestai that I "would not fall into Mount Doom" are more serious than I previously thought. Ha ha.


Anyway, it's great having Mom here.

Maori, Hangis, & Hakas - Rotorua

My grandparents are here in New Zealand for a visit.
We've planned lots of things for them and left some things unplanned.
One of those "planned" things was a trip to Rotorua.

I say "planned" loosely because we planned to go to Rotorua, and we planned to have a hangi and see a performance, but we didn't actually call to make reservations until the day of the trip. Um...we're not good at this trip planning thing. Anyway, there were spots available and we found ourselves on the road to Rotorua.

The drive was beautiful. It was relaxing. It was fun. It was georgeous. It was.....wheewew wheewew....a cop! I was stopped by a cop. As I was driving to Rotorua with my family I was stopped by a cop for the first time ever. Oh man was I scared. I honestly didn't know what I had done. I wasn't speeding. No broken windows or obvious car problems. I pulled to the side of the road and waited in nervous anticipation as the officer walked to my window.
Officer: "Good Morning."
Me in my head, "Tell me what you want and I'll let you know if it's a good morning."
Officer: "I'm doing a license check. Can I see your license?"
Me in my head: "I'm not getting a ticket?! Yeeeeeesssssssssssssss!"
I showed him my license then he asked how long I was gonna be in NZ. After that he let me go.
Whew! My first up close experience with a New Zealand cop. ...I still think their cars are cute.

In Rotorua we visited the Moari village of Whakarewarewa (try saying that three times fast....actually, try saying that even once). It's a thermal village located on an active volcano. Lots of steam comes out of the ground which they use to cook a hangi meal of meat, potatoes, stuffing, and bread pudding. Hangis are wrapped in foil and cooked in the ground where there are steam vents. It's pretty cool to see. There is also boiling mud around certain areas of the city and boiling water pools (the water can get up to 395 degrees F). The Maori people of the village cook corn and other vegetables in this boiling water. We actually got to watch the corn being cooked under the water for ten minutes. How cool to have a volcano do the cooking for you. And somewhat dangerous.

In this village we also went on a tour to see and hear about the Maori way of life. We saw some geysers in the distance. We also watched a cultural performance. The performance was cool. At one point the men performed a traditional war dance called a Haka. It was full of energy and expression. A funny thing that happened during the performance was that there was a man taking pictures with a fancy camera who decided to stand in the middle of the audience to take his pictures instead of in the back. In fact, he decided to stand right in front of me and Cara. We couldn't believe he could be so rude as to stand in front of people just so he could get a picture on a camera that seemed to have and intense zooming capability, and would probably capture better pictures than mine even if he stood in the back. Cara was debating telling him to sit down when a relative came over and pulled him away and made him sit on the end. Ha. Now that was funny. Also, at some point during the performance, one of the speakers on the stage had to stop and tell some of the tourists in the back to be quiet because they were standing around talking (and yelling) instead of watching the show. Some people can be really rude!

We ended the day going to Lake Rotorua and watching some black ducks, black swans, and white geese float on the lake. We had dinner at a buffet place (where I tried oysters for the first time, eew), and drove home tired and content. It was a thoroughly satisfactory time in Rotorua.

Drove to the Country Today

Sometimes when you're in a city for a long time you just need some fresh country air. I don't think I've quite felt this way in the States, but here in beautiful New Zealand I feel it strongly. Both Cara and I get antsy when we're in the city dealing with city things and city people. When we can't bare it any longer we go for a drive to the countryside. It's not very hard since the country is only about a 10 minute drive away from Hamilton. We drive with no particular destination, we just go. The countryside is beautiful. The rolling hills. The grazing animals. The clouds. The rainbows. The mountains. Usually when we drive we head towards the mountains. They are like beacons of hope that signify an escape away from all the busyness of the city. As we drive the day's troubles just melt away.

So where did we drive today? To Mount Pirongia. When we got in the car we didn't plan to head there. We just began to drive and somehow ended up on the road to Pirongia. Once we were on the road we didn't want to stop so we kept going until we reached the entrance to a walking trail on the mountain. One day we will walk that trail but not today. The rain in Hamilton keeps preventing us from doing this.

I'm so thankful to have a car to use to drive to the countryside. I feel like it's the part of New Zealand we really came to see. Hamilton pretty much seems similar to some of the cities in the States. Lots of people, lots of cars, lots of stress. It's nice to get away from that every once in a while. Some people will find it strange that we just drive with no apparent destination. But hey, we've been doing that in our lives ever since we decided to follow the Lord to New Zealand. We don't know where we're going or what we're doing in our lives as we live in New Zealand, but we just follow the Lord step by step and let Him work out the details of our destination, It's funner that way.

Yeah, Pictures! Sweet As...!

We've done some cool things so far in NZ and there's more to come. I'm sorry its taken so long to show pictures. Enjoy!

Look! A rainbow over Victoria St. (downtown Hamilton)

Cara with Miri, our Korean friend

Parts of New Zealand are very hilly. The mountains can be dizzying to drive through

Our church, City Bible Church, meets in the Agora Building

Huge, furry farm animals (Bulls). I saw them at Field Days, NZ's largest agricultural fair. Can you imagine me at a fair about farming? Ha!

I love L&P - World Famous...in New Zealand

Karangahake Gorge - We spent fifteen nervous minutes walking through an old mining cave. It was dark and enclosed. Hmm...NZ has some strange, if not scary, self-guided tours.

The beautiful South Pacific Ocean

God in the Monotony

Sometimes life can be really boring. Well, actually, parts of life can be really boring. It's during those times of boredom when the voice of God can sometimes be difficult to hear.

I have a job. I work from 8am to 5pm Monday through Friday. I work as a receptionist for a company that specializes in road repair. My job is incredibly boring. The work is not very stimulating, and as hard as I try to convince myself that I care about road repair - I really don't. Actually, to be truthful, not only do I care little for road repair but I also care little for office work. Every morning is a battle for me to get out of bed because I'm not excited about my job. Every evening I come home tired and frustrated because I'm not excited about my job. I feel like all my energy is being drained working at this unfulfilling job.

I'm finding that it is in the boring, monotonous times of my job that I have trouble hearing the voice of the Lord. I sit at my desk typing some data entry work and question if I'm really doing what the Lord wants me to do. I ask Him how long do I have to work at this "temp" job and all I get as an answer is that the temp assignment is indefinite. The prospect of working at this company for my whole time in New Zealand is frightening. Is this a blessing? Am I being ungrateful? Or am I quenching the desires of my heart that have been given by God by staying at this job. I get paid really well, and there is stability in having the same job my whole time in New Zealand, but...

I hate coming home tired. Drained. I have to admit that I haven't written a blog in a long time because, well, I haven't had the time or energy. Also, this is really impacting my enjoyment of NZ. I attend a young adult Bible study with my church on Tuesdays and feel too tired to truly enjoy the fellowship and great teaching. Last weekend Cara and I drove out to Raglan on the West Coast of New Zealand to enjoy the black sand beach. Watching the sun set was great, but my experience was tinted with weariness from working my 40 hour a week monotonous job. I never felt this tired when I worked full-time as a church secretary at home, but here in New Zealand my job is leaving me with no energy. Which is amazing to me since I spend most of my time doing monotonous stuff at work. I really have no idea what the Lord is doing.

I'm sorry this blog is full of depressing stuff. Life here isn't all bad. Cara and I are house-sitting for a family at our church and it has been wonderful to have a house to live in for a few weeks. Last week we also went to see the fifth Harry Potter movie at the movie theater which was an enjoyable experience all around. The seats were large and comfortable (like sitting in an easy chair at home...no kidding) . The seats were also assigned seating. What?! We sat in row L seats 11 & 12 and laughed about the situation. There's something not natural about assigned seating in a movie theater. Also, New Zealand continues to be beautiful. The sun rises, the rainbows, the hilly countryside. Winter is almost over. The weather is getting warmer (almost as warm as when we first arrived in May) and the days are getting longer. This has got to be one of the shortest Winters I've ever experienced. Yay! See life isn't all rough here in NZ.

I know God is working and sometimes I have to remind myself to stop and think about His blessings to me and to others to realize that He's present. But still, it's difficult to see Him in the monotonous moments of life.

Back to Work

It's been awhile since I've written. Why? Because I've been busy....working an 8 to 5 job. Yup one of the various Temp agency's I've signed up with has finally gotten me a job. This job could last a month, it could last my whole time here in NZ. Only the Lord knows. I'm a receptionist for one of NZ's leading road construction companies Fulton Hogan. It's an interesting atmosphere. It's professional, but since they focus on road repair most of the staff walks around in jeans and bright orange vests. There's only 12 women working in a building full of over 50 employees. Yeesh! Yeah it's different. I'm learning so much about road repair and New Zealanders. Here's a snippet of what my days are sometimes like:

Conversation

(phone rings)

Me: Fulton Hogan Waikato, Tiana speaking.

Customer: Hi, I need to know about a stabilizing job.

Me: Sure, I'll transfer you to Gerald K.

(click)

Office Worker: Don't transfer them to him!! He'll just confuse them. He doesn't know what he's doing!

Me: But it says here that he works in Stabilizing.

Office Worker: Yeah, but he's incompetent. Give stabilizing calls to Glenn F.

(phone beeps - call has come back)

Me: Hi, Gerald doesn't seem to be answering his line, I'll transfer you to Glenn.

(click)

Office Worker: Good job. Give Glenn all the stabilizing calls. Never transfer to Gerald!!

(she leaves)

Me (to myself): What is stabilizing anyway!

Yup. My days are full of many strange conversations like that. It's a wacky environment. Another amusing event that happens at around 4:30pm everyday is the daily mail pickup by New Zealand Couriers. Each evening a red van pulls up in front of the glass entrance to the office. A guy with spiky hair and sun glasses pops out, opens the glass door...and that's when I hear it: music blasting from the van. This music isn't just loud, it's blaring. Once the doors open the whole building of FH Waikato can hear it!! He then picks up the mail. Says "Goodday." Opens the door and once again a burst of music fills the air. The door closes, he drives off, and I begin to laugh at the idea of a postal delivery vehicle rocking down the street.

Random
Same item, different words:
Twink=white out, binding coils=comb binds, smoko room=break room

I experienced my first New Zealand thunderstorm yesterday. It was different. Tropical rain blowing really hard sideways. Lightening sometimes without the sound of thunder. It was cool. Unfortunately, those storms also produced some tornados on the west coast south of Hamilton. Homes and buildings were destroyed, but amazingly no one was killed. Hmmm. And here I thought there were no Tornados in NZ. I guess now New Zealanders have something more to fear besides Tsunamis, Volcanic Eruptions, Earthquakes, and Pandemic Disease Outbreaks (huh?!).

What a Week

Sorry I haven't written in awhile; it's been an eventful and emotional week. Here's a breakdown:

Saturday - Landlord visited for the first time. He also learned for the first time about the issue we had with the water heater and our huge electric bill. (A landlord is different from a property manager in NZ.)

Sunday - Wonderful church message about depending on the Lord and being honest with Him in our prayers.

Monday - Kelly Temp Agency called with a job opportunity doing some data entry work with Courier Post (like Fed Ex in the states). But first, I had to interview with Courier Post to see if they accepted me.

Tuesday - Looked at a "fully-furnished" flat with a friend from Korea who is also trying to get a flat for a couple of months. The flat was nicer than ours but still not up to snuff in the area of cleanliness. Cara and I determined that 'clean' is one of our top requirements for the next flat we rent. Also, apparently 'fully furnished' in Hamilton means: comes with a fridge, stove, washing machine, couch, table, and bed. Hmm...
Went to our first 18ups Bible Study that evening and met more Christian Young Adults.
Pastor Campbell offered us the use of a used car for three months that he just bought!

Wednesday - Morning job interview with Courier Post. I'm not sure how it went. They wanted me to have Excel experience to do a job that's basically data entry into Excel. They requested that Kelly test me on my Excel knowledge to see how much I had.
The landlord called in the evening to offer us either $400 towards our electric bill or free rent for a month that would only take effect during our last month in the Flat. (Good thing we've decided this is our last month!)

Thursday - Went to the Hamilton Dept. of Building and Housing in person to get a copy of a legal document that would help our situation. Discovered that the people we talked to on the phone were wrong. We have not rights as a tenant to receive compensation for our electric bill from the landlord. It's a 'grey' area. He would only have had to pay if he did not fix the water heater immediately.
Went to Lodge Rentals and informed our property manager that we would like to do the free month of rent. Then informed him this would be our last month.
Met with our landlord in the evening and told him we accepted the offer of free rent for a month.
This was a rough day!!

Friday - Took the beginner and intermediate Excel computer test at Kelly Services. Did awesome with beginner, not so well with intermediate. My Kelly consultant didn't seem too fazed about that. We'll see what Courier Post thinks.
Worked most of the day at the church putting together creative prayer stations for Sunday's service. It was a special project that Pastor Campbell asked me and my sister to do since we had a creative background.
Received the car from Campbell. First thing we did was drive out of the city towards the mountains. Somehow we ended up by the Mormon Tabernacle - Temple Mount. The building was beautiful - too bad what's being taught inside is rotten.

Saturday - Went to Field Days, NZ's largest agricultural fair. Can you imagine Cara and I at a fair about farm stuff?! It was fun. The highlights for me were seeing the wearable art fashion show where the designers had to use only material found on a farm, and the tractor race - I didn't know it was possible for those things to go that fast!
In the evening there was a Rugby game at the Rugby Stadium near our flat. The New Zealand All Blacks verses Canada. The game wasn't that loud, but there was an awesome fireworks display at the start of the game.

Today - Talked to a family from church who are in need of house sitters for 6 weeks starting in July. Now that we have a car we can do this. They are glad to have us live in their house (free of rent) while they are gone. Thank you Lord. After all that's happened with our flat situation it'll be good to not have to deal with property managers and landlords for a little bit.

Well, that's the events of the week. It's been long. I'm glad it's over. God is good. He continues to provide when and where we least expect it.