You were bought at a price. Therefore honor God with your body (I Cor. 6:20)

Therefore, I urge you from the mercies of God, to present your bodies a living and holy sacrifice, acceptable to God, which is your spiritual service of worship (Romans 12:1)

WHO AM I?

I am from "Let us make human kind in our image"

I am from many places and cultures; Formed and shaped by language and experience

How are you?

Hoe gaat het met jouw?

Wie geht es Ihnen?

Comment se va?

Como esta?

I am from Dallas skyscrapers and cultivated fields of Nebraska - influenced by the desert of Arizona, Mokummer's city, Kansas wheat fields and the city of Sundance Square.

I am from a city set on a hill

I am from the stacks in Love Library, from main campus, east campus and Omaha campus

From ACC, York, ACU, UN-L, UN-O, Hastings, Concordia, UN-K, Friends

I am from counseling, psychology, family studies and therapy, social work, law, adult education and biblical studies

I am from East 10th Street, Edgemont Avenue, Nolenstraat, Pieter Calandlaan, Graan voor Visch, Thompson Avenue, Sao Paulo Court and 30 other addresses

I am from Love Field, East Hill, Eastside, Dana Street, Camelback, Hobemekade, Ookmeerweg, Central, Richland Hills and hundreds of other churches

I am from an upstairs apartment in an older home, an oil boom house surrounded by rattlers, copperheads, water-moccasins, scorpions, centipedes and tarantulas, and from a house with salmon colored walls with a swamp cooler

I am from unfinished houses, apartments, row houses, an arts and crafts home, and concrete slab tract homes.

I am from behold I prepare a place for you

I am from cook books, mystery books, DIY books, theology books, therapy books and the book of life

From Mother Earth, Prevention, Woman's Day, Family Circle, Christianity Today, professional journals, blogs, Facebook, newsletters and reports

I am from cooking from scratch - chopping and dicing, slicing and peeling, kneading and mixing, rolling out dough: bread dough, pie crusts, cinnamon rolls, sugar cookies, biscuits and noodle dough

I am from the bread of life

I am from pantries filled with home-canned vegetables, pickles and jams from my garden, full freezer of cherries and strawberries and peaches and butchered beef, ham and bacon

I am from classrooms, green boards and chalk, counseling chambers and prayer closets

I am from Mary Belle and DeWitt and from Henrietta and Duncan

I am from Pauline and Thomas and Thomas Dee

I am from Tommy and Stephen, Rebecca, Paul and Rachel and sons-in-love, Russell and Michel

I am from Jordan and Parker and Trinity and unnamed lost grandchildren

I am from Kathryn and Heinrich and Fredrik

I am from kneeling in prayer

I am from tears, despair, lost, lonely and fit to be tied

I am from behold I am with you, even to the end of the age

I am from love

I am from bought at a price

I am from Father, Son and Holy Spirit

I am from unsurpassing joy

I am from peace that is beyond understanding

I am from grace

I am from BLESSED!


Who are you?

With thanks to Mary Pipher and her book, Writing to Change the World for this idea.

Dottie

"Do your best to come to me quickly...When you come, do your best to bring the cloak I left with Carpus of Troas and bring the scrolls, especially the parchments...Do your best to get here before winter...The Lord be with your spirit" (2 Timothy 4:9-22).


I arrived at the DFW Airport shortly after 5 p.m. on Sunday, the 7th from Brisbane. I am jet-lagging, but feeling very well after two Come before Winter Renewals, first in Australia and then in Papua New Guinea.
We arrived in Australia to some rainy days – much coveted by Australians after a severe drought. Water restrictions were still in effect. As in Texas, severe drought was followed by floods. We arrived shortly after the flood to periodic rain. There was a swine flu alert and we all walked through thermal portals, checking our body temperature, before entering customs. Customs in Australia are as strict as U.S. customs. From the airport we went by bus to our Australian hotel, which was just a couple of blocks from the beach. We spent our first day sight-seeing on one of those rainy days. We took a bus to a Wildlife Preserve, walked all around it, had our pictures taken with a Kuala bear, petted kangaroos- one had a baby in its pouch- saw wildlife only found on this continent and bought some souvenirs.
We welcomed 40 women from Australia, New Zealand and Fiji to our Australian renewal. I was in charge of registration procedures at both renewals so I got to put faces with names quickly. I got to know a number of the women, some very well, in just a week’s time. I had four women in my prayer cluster and had five prayer appointments and a few counseling appointments happened in my “spare” time. My days began at 6 a.m. and ended each night between 11 p.m. and midnight. The food was great with great variety – as the hotel served both western and eastern guests. I had my fill of miso soup every morning for breakfast, one of my favorites. Georgia Freitas was my room-mate in Australia and I learned to love that woman even more.
Saturday after the Australian renewal, we flew from Brisbane to Fort Morseby and then on to Madang in Papua New Guinea. We stayed at Jais Aben about 7 kilometers from Madang. For Papua New Guinea our facilities were quite modern. It was a piece of manicured jungle. Many, many different kinds of beautiful flowers, coconut trees, banana trees, and a fruit tree that I couldn’t figure out what it might be. The orchids were magnificent. We had electricity, supplemented by a generator when the electricity failed, solar heated hot water (warm every afternoon and evening, but not mornings), and air- conditioning and fans in our rooms (two rooms per cabin) and the water was drinkable – from an artesian well on the property. The 41 women who came to the renewal felt as if they were being treated to real luxury. Jais Aben had a trained hospitality staff and a chef and the food was good – tropical fresh fruit and vine ripened tomatoes were present at every meal. My room-mate was Bernadine Willis from New Zealand, the ambassador from the previous renewal, whom I grew to love. Again, I had four women in my prayer cluster and six prayer appointments, so I got to know 10 women fairly well. The Come Before Winter team made a habit of sitting with someone new at every meal, thus letting us get the know the women as well as possible in a week’s time.
On Friday afternoon after the renewal was over, a van took us into Madang to the Pioneer Bible Translation offices. From there we walked to the open market - there we were able to buy a few souvenirs. That evening it rained, as it often did while we were in PNG, but we were still able to go to a very nice restaurant, where I enjoyed two of my favorite Indonesian dishes – satay (pork on a wooden skewer) with nasi (fried rice with special spices and veggies) before the van picked us up to return us to Jais Aben. We left for Australia early the next morning. Our Air Niu Guini (pronounced New Guinea) plane for Fort Moresby arrived two hours late due to needed repair. We barely made our transfer flight into Australia. When we arrived in Brisbane, we had no baggage. At first I thought it was because the luggage didn’t make it to the plane, but later learned our luggage was loaded and then unloaded. Someone calculated the weight of the plane and measured the fuel available and decided that it was necessary to remove the luggage or us and they decided on the luggage, for which I am now grateful as we would never have made it to our flight to the U.S. if they had chosen us. Thanks to much help from the Air Niu Guini staff in PNG and the Qantas staff in Australia, our luggage went straight from the morning plane from PNG to our Qantas plane to U.S, skipping Australian customs. We spent our last night in Australia in downtown Brisbane, munching on pizza in our rooms as we debriefed and later washed and dried our clothes for our next day’s travel to the U.S. If there had been no washer and dryer available to us, I’m not sure our fellow passengers would have appreciated our presence on the plane.
I will try to write more when I send out my monthly report. I just want to take the time to thank all of you for your many, many prayers for me and us and for the women who attended these renewals. Come before Winter brings women spiritual and emotional nurture – a time of in-depth Bible study and prayer and fellowship - it is missionary care at its best and it was a privilege to be asked to be a part of it.
Love’s Prayers,
Dottie

I read the news every day. It comes to me in two daily emails from the Overseas Security Advisory Council: Global Security News. I read about volcanic eruptions, monsoons, earthquakes, floods, droughts, fires, mud slides, Mafia crime waves, coups, strikes, terrorism, civil war, corruption, etc. Why? So I can keep the stewarding churches of our missionaries and our missionaries informed of possible danger to them or determine if there is some way I can help some missionary somewhere because of the situation they find themselves in. I get emails from missionaries needing help, from churches asking for resources or help. I am now receiving emails for help through Facebook. With the economic times, I’m getting emails from former students, returned missionaries, former ministers, asking if I know a resource to help them. Some are losing their homes…some are on the edge of homelessness – they need rent for next month. By the time the Jim Lehrer Report is over in the evening, I’m sometimes just about done in – no more! A fellow Missionary Care Director I am mentoring, who shared with me some tough decisions he and his agency’s personnel manager are going to have to make, commented to me this last week: “Our work is inundated with problems – there are just so many problems in the world!” I had to agree. When I worked at York College and was the head of the Counseling Center, I used to walk home through a park and see the blades of grass. One day I thought, “There are as many problems in the world as there are blades of grass.” Now I always think that thought when I look down at the grass. So we rejoice when good happens – a pilot safely lands a damaged air-craft on the Hudson River – a captain is rescued from pirates - Is it any wonder that Susan Boyle (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RxPZh4AnWyk) has taken the world by storm? Every time I have listened to her sing, tears stream down my face. I think The National Catholic Weekly explains why:

The way we see Susan Boyle is very nearly the way God sees us: worthwhile,
special, talented, unique, beautiful. The world generally looks askance at
people like Susan Boyle, if it sees them at all. Without classic good
looks, without work, without a spouse, living in a small town, people like
Susan Boyle may not seem particularly "important." But God sees
the real person, and understands the value of each individual's gifts: rich or
poor, young or old, single or married, matron or movie star, lucky or unlucky in
life. God knows us. And loves us. "Everybody is somebody"
said Archbishop Timothy M. Dolan at his installation Mass in New York City
yesterday. That's another reason why the judges smile and the audience
explodes in applause.

I think for the same reason, every now and then, I go to our RHCC web-site and look at the Cardboard Testimonies again (http://www.rhchurch.org/pages/cardboard-testimonies/) Human beings are Eikons of God. God wants no images made of Himself because He has already made one – us! There is something intrinsically valuable about every human being. Every human being can become a testimony to God’s great love for us. And for that reason, we never give up.

“And you, my son Solomon, know the God of your father, and serve him with single mind and willing heart; for the Lord searches every mind, and understands every plan and thought. If you seek him, he will be found by you; but if you forsake him, he will abandon you forever” I Chronicles 28: 9.

When searching through a concordance, there are more verses that speak of the imagination as evil than speak of it as good. But imagination can be good. As a child I loved to read. Books carried me far away and my mind imagined all the scenes in the books I read. Perhaps learning about all those lands and the people who inhabited them was part of the impetus to my becoming a missionary.

When, around the age of 17, I was introduced to scripture, I read it with imagination intact. I imagined creation as I read about it. I imagined what it would be like for an angel to stand before me and say, “Fear not.” I always doubted those words from an angel’s lips to me would help me fear less, because it seemed to be a pretty awesome experience to me. No story escaped my imagination as I don’t think I can read without seeing pictures in my mind.
After reading Foster’s Celebration of Discipline, I began to add other details to what I read, such as imagining the smells, what things may have tasted like (manna) or felt like as I meditated on scripture.

Corporate worship is most always very meaningful to me. I think it is because I have such a repertoire of biblical stories in my memory and I can envision these stories in my mind in so many different ways. When I hear the word read, when I sing or when I take communion I see what I hear, read, sing, or meditate upon. Often when I pray I can see the four creatures flying up and down above the Father crying Holy, Holy, Holy. How great our God becomes as we try to picture what is impossible to picture. Some of my happiest moments in my life have been moments in active worship.

Scripture is correct to warn us about evil imaginations of our hearts, but imagination can be a good thing if it comes from a single heart that honors God, however, Paul stated in 2 Corinthians 2:9, "no eye has seen, nor ear heard, nor the human heart conceived, what God has prepared for those who love him." Imagination fails us when it comes to experiencing the reality. I look forward to that reality. Until then, I will imagine it.

But if one of those who don't believe invites you to a meal, and you are inclined to go, eat whatever is set before you, asking no questions for the sake of conscience (I Corinthians 10:27)

I had lunch with a friend this week. Her husband is off on a short-term mission trip in a country where cleanliness is not a priority and eating some foods might make him extremely ill. To alleviate this possibility, he took along some peanut butter and some crackers. When he called home and had only a few minutes to talk before heading into a jungle area without cell phone towers, she only had time to tell him not to eat the peanut butter – it might be contaminated with salmonella (the news is the U.S. about a recall of contaminated peanut butter). Makes one wonder, does it not?

Years ago, after reading Ted Ward’s book, Living Overseas: A Book of Preparations, I have made it my habit to eat, when in doubt, Chinese, or any food that is prepared using very high heat and drinking boiled tea, while avoiding raw, unpeeled foods. I’ve tried to be carefully adventurous. There are some foods I don’t want to try again if I can help it and sickness has been fairly limited thus far…though I carry little bottles of remedies with me everywhere I go. But then again, I had to check out the peanut butter I bought last week. I guess none of us will get out of this world alive.

I found this on Godtube. Hope you enjoy it:
http://www.godtube.com/view_video.php?viewkey=3a62ba7446ede9dbc1bd

Love's Prayers,
Dottie

"A Third Culture Kid (TCK) is a person who has spent a significant part of his or her developmental years outside the parents' culture. The TCK builds relationships to all of the cultures, while not having full ownership in any. Although elements from each culture are assimilated into a TCK's life experience, the sense of belonging is in relationship to others of similar background" Pollock, David & Van Reken, Ruth, Third Culture Kids, The Experience of Growing Up Among Worlds. Boston/London: Nicolas Brealey Publishing, p. 19.

Below is a letter from one of these TCKs to a family considering coming back to U.S. for the sake of the children. This TCK gave me permission to place this on my blog and also gave me permission to allow her name and phone number to appear, so that if you have questions about raising children elsewhere, she might be helpful to you.

Hey, I’m Kris Bowen, daughter of Mark and Debbie Hooper. I understand that you are having some inner-struggle on raising children in a foreign culture. I wanted to give you the perspective of one of those children! As you might know, my parents moved our family to India when I was 4 months old. We lived there for five years. I have NEVER regretted their decision. In fact, I have always felt incredibly blessed to have been able to experience a different culture, and often wish we could have been there longer, so that I could have experienced it when I was a little older as well. It is true that I was not able to be close to my grandparents, aunts and uncles, but the people there became my family and I never felt deprived in any way. Since I was so young, this was just how life was. I didn’t feel like I was weird or that something was missing from my life. When we moved back to the States, it was definitely something that set me apart, but never in a bad way. And aren’t Kingdom children supposed to be “set apart” anyway? I always felt cool, because I had lived in a foreign country when many of the children that I went to school with had never even left the state of Tennessee. I feel like I matured a lot faster than my peers as well, because I had experienced so much. Now that I am older (24 now), I am still so thankful for the experience. It has helped me in my chosen profession of social work and just in life in general, to be able to relate to people better, especially those that are here in the States that come from a different culture. And it sure didn’t hurt when I was looking for a job! I have experienced life in a totally different way than the “norm” and it has changed who I am (or I guess who I would have been), but I think I’m a better person for it. In fact, sometimes I forget that this is not how everyone’s life is! I am married now to a wonderful man, and we plan to move overseas to do our Father’s work. And I have no apprehensions of having/raising children in the same manner in which I was raised. I feel so “lucky” to have experienced what I have and I wouldn’t trade it for any amount of “normalcy”!


Kris Bowen, BSW
Infant Adoption Training Specialist

111 Racine Street
Memphis, TN 38111
(901) 634-8199 (office)
(901) 323-3640 (fax)


While there might be disadvantages in growing up in a cross-cultural environment, Clyde Austin, Ph.D. compiled a list of advantages which I have copied below. I would like to add, that I've never spoken to someone who, though s/he might be struggling with U.S. life, would ever trade their cross-cultural life experiences for a mono-cultural identity.

Advantages of Being a Missionary Child or TCK
Clyde N. Austin, Ph.D.

Social
* family becomes a major social supportive agent; develop closer ties to family; more individual attention and time spent together as a family (Harrell, p.3)
* “enriched and strengthened from roots in different soils”
* oriented to involvement in social and community service
* forced to “grow up”
* meet a lot of people
* see people working at the “gut level”
* learn not to stereotype
* able to handle adjustment problems
* “never a dull moment”
* slower pace
* less complex life

Spiritual
* achieve a “sense of mission”; develop a sense of pride in helping in the work
* Christ-centered home
* know all about mission work
* spiritual bond with parents
* spiritual & mental maturity
* fellowship of missionaries
* proud that parents were presenting the Gospel

Educational
* academic curriculum for college-bound student frequently excellent (Harrell, p.5)
* learning enrichment in host country
* cultural exchange
* second language
* understand and relate to diversity
* broader educational experiences
* boarding school a good prerequisite for college
* independence of thought
* better prepared for study in US
* enjoyed closeness of school on mission field
* become more open-minded
* firsthand study of a different culture
* often superior to US (Harrell, p.2)
* base setting a good place to encourage creativity and flexibility among students (Harrell, p.5)

Worldview
* widened horizons
* “On the general level, ‘expatriates’…gain a separate identity of their own, irrespective of their nationality”
* clearer perspective in world affairs
* enlarged world view
* another perspective on life & values; compare with home
* “Grew up as an international citizen instead of an ultra-patriotic nation-worshipper…”
* become aware of privileges in USA
* objectivity: Can step back and look at American life without many biases that US residents have
* “Getting to know the cultures as they are instead of how America portrays them”
* the opportunity to know other cultures personally compensates for leaving the US (Harrell, p.2)

Friends
* learn to accept new friends with different backgrounds
* varied contacts with many interesting people leads to broader scope of friendships
* being creative at play

Climate
* freedom of outdoor life
* beauty and climate of another culture
* a lot of outdoors time

Travel
* diverse traveling experiences
* variety of adventures

Other
* new and interesting animals
* being “special” because I lived elsewhere
* realize that being “different” is okay (Harrell, p.3)

This is the day the Lord has made
Let us rejoice and be glad in it! (Psalm 118:4)

And I heard a voice from heaven, saying, "Write, 'Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord from now on!'" "Yes," says the Spirit, "so that they may rest from their labors, for their deeds follow with them (Revelation 14:13).

This last weekend after worship, it was my turn to work at the Member HUB (place to sign up for workshops or get information about upcoming events). A couple stopped by the HUB and inquired, “You are Dottie Schulz, aren’t you?” “Yes,” I replied. They then proceeded to tell me how much my husband, Tom, had meant to their three children, who had attended York College and had studied under Tom. How special it is to still hear good things about my husband. Lately there have been several such occasions.


Just recently, a former York College student from Chicago was visiting friends in Frisco, Texas, heard from his friends that I now work at Missions Resource Network and drove all the way over to the office with his youngest child just to tell me face-to-face how much my husband had meant to him. Before he left the office, he said, “I’m headed for Zambia and it’s because of his influence.” Last month another former student, who spent years in Europe, asked to be my friend on Facebook. He wrote on my Wall that he went to the last York College Homecoming just to find me so he could tell me personally how much Tom meant to him and how great his influence had been in his life. The Winter 2008 issue of Heritage Magazine from York College featured an article about Brian Kohlsheen, former York College student and former YC baseball coach. Brian left York to become a Scout for the Atlanta Braves and is best known for recruiting Kerry Ligtenberg and Adam LaRoche for the Braves. In 2000, Brian became the Regional Manager of the Phillies. Brian came to York on a baseball scholarship. He was in Tom's Bible classes and had lots of questions, which he said Tom patiently answered. I don't remember who baptized Brian, but I know Tom baptized a lot of students.



Max Lucado told part of Tom's story of his last day on earth (anonymously in one paragraph) in his book, 3:16, and then honored Tom in the last sermon he preached at the Richland Hills Church,, and though Max got part of the story a bit wrong, you can imagine how special it was to have Tom honored in this way.


But the story doesn’t end there. Every time our family gets together, our children talk about their “Papa.” This last Christmas our youngest daughter and her husband, a graphic artist, gave everyone in the family a special gift, a one page, 24 by 18 inch calendar. The calendar paper is black and all the printing is in white. At the top of the calendar are the words, “It's just as we feared. It’s another day.” Those were words Tom spoke to me every morning of the world when he would come into our bedroom to awaken me and to give his sleepy-head wife a strong cup of hot, black coffee. Underneath those words are three small pictures of Tom, copied from black and white glossy pictures, taken by one of his students for an art project, that I recently rediscovered in a folder in his file cabinet. I scanned the pictures and emailed them as attachments to all the children. Below the pictures of Tom is a 12 month calendar and at the bottom of the calendar is written, “In loving memory of Papa.” Such a special gift to all of us and so appreciated by all of us!

What was it about Tom? For one, he loved God. He loved God's word and he was obedient to that word, no matter the cost. He truly cared for people. He listened a lot and spoke little. He would state his opinion, but never tried to force his will onto others. He went the extra mile. He was a man who knew how to work without complaint. After his left arm was eaten away by cancer, he still worked in the garden and together we cut wood and hauled it home in the pick-up. It was his attitude. If something unpleasant needed to be done, from confronting someone about their sin to helping someone butcher a hog, no one would have ever known he thought it was unpleasant. Shopping was not his favorite activity, but he would go shopping with his family and be cheerful about it. He didn’t always like to attend social functions, but he would go and no one would ever suspect that he didn’t want to be there. He could be dead tired and want desperately just to be alone, but if the door bell rang and someone needed to talk, no one was more welcoming. But the day after Tom learned that there was no more medical help for his condition, he turned to me and said, "Okay, I'm dying. I don't want want you to cook any more brocoli for me." I must have looked shocked. I said, "But you love it. I buy it and fix it just for you," to which he answered, "I have never enjoyed it." Since our return from Holland, I must have cooked brocoli for supper at least once a week. In all the years we were married, I can probably count on one hand any complaint he might have had about something I cooked. After each meal he would get up from the table and hug me from behind, give me a big kiss and thank me for the meal. It was his ritual - like his ritual of waking me with a cup of coffee. The hospice nurse remarked at his funeral that he must have loved me very much because he never complained to me about the amount of pain he was experiencing (though we all knew). Did Tom ever object to anything, you wonder. Yes, he would stand to the death on important matters, so that when he did stand, people stopped and listened. Tom knew he was saved by grace and he believed saved people needed to be grace-filled, gracious people. He certainly showed grace to me. Tom has been with the Lord since January 1, 2000. 'Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord from now on!'" "Yes," says the Spirit, "so that they may rest from their labors, for their deeds follow with them (Rev. 14:13).


I pray Tom's example encourages you.