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This World is Not My Home...and Neither is Pandora!

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Thu, 11 Feb 2010 00:47:00 +0000

I recently saw James Cameron's movie, Avatar, and loved it! One of the things I liked best was how the main character, Jake Sully, became a part of the Na'vi tribe. Even though he was an alien and different, he was accepted.

There were times when I felt that acceptance in China, especially back in 1989 when we first went there, but in our six years there, never a day went by without a reminder that I was a "lao wai" -- an outsider.

Now that we are heading to Italy, I'm hoping that things will be different. But, to be honest, I'm not hopeful. I don't think I'll get stared at quite as much when I walk down the street. I hope I won't get pick-pocketed or robbed by butcher-knife wielding drug addicts simply because I'm a foreigner. But, I anticipate that, even there in Italy, I will always be an "outsider."

Even here in America, I often feel a bit of an outsider. Yes, even in my home country.

And, that's the crux of the matter. It's not my home. Philippians 3:20, 21 says, "...our citizenship is in heaven. And we eagerly await a Savior from there, the Lord Jesus Christ, who...will transform our lowly bodies so that they will be like his glorious body." (Who needs to be an Avatar, when our transformed bodies will be so much more glorious than even what James Cameron can make!) When I get to Heaven and the New Earth, then -- and only then -- will I be home and no longer an outsider. I will be accepted -- and by the One by whom I really want to be accepted! That's what I'm really hoping for!

Counting the Cost

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Mon, 08 Feb 2010 13:57:00 +0000

I have been on a soup kick... which of course means that I have been on a bread kick. Instead of just making it, the other day I went to a shop down the street. The three small loaves cost me one euro. And they were good. Not the best I've ever had - but definitely not the worst. Ah, but for a euro it was a good buy.

I think about our access to The Bread of Life. How in Him we find truth and purpose, hope and peace. And it really is amazing that it all is free. Or is it? living sacrifice, lay down your life, carry your cross... why do we gloss over the real cost? How dare we cheapen the most precious of gifts by saying it costs nothing. It costs everything. Absolutely everything. But the investment comes back ten fold times ten fold.

Frog

noreply@blogger.com (Ann) — Tue, 26 Jan 2010 20:49:00 +0000

I came across a card I had sent to John many years ago. It had been reprinted from Faith at Work magazine. It seemed so appropriate then and it does now also. So I am sharing it here.

Ever feel like a frog? frogs feel slow, low, ugly, puffy, drooped, pooped. I know. One told me. The frog feeling comes when you want to be bright but feel dull. You want to share but are selfish. You want to be thankful but feel resentment. You want to be big but are small. You want to care but are indifferent. Yes, at one time or another each of us has found himself on the lily pad floating down the river of life. Frightened and disgusted, but too froggish to budge.

A Fairy Tale- Once upon a time there was a frog. But he wasn't really a frog. He was a prince who looked and felt like a frog. A wicked witch had cast a spell on him. Only the kiss of a beautiful young maiden could save him. But since when do cute chicks kiss frogs? So there he sat- unkissed prince in frog form. But miracles do happen. One day a beautiful maiden grabbed him up and gave him a big smack. Crash-boom-zap! There he was- a handsome prince. And you know the rest. They lived happily ever after.

Observation- So what is the task of the church? To KISS FROGS, of course.
Wes Seelinger

So go find a frog...or two!

Waiting In Hope

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Tue, 12 Jan 2010 16:09:00 +0000

I have a friend from Brazil. Today we were trying to explain the difference between waiting and hoping. Apparently in Portuguese there is no difference.

And why should there be? If I am waiting on the Lord, aren't I hoping in Him? I have been thinking a lot about Romans 15:13 where God is called The God of Hope.

It's so easy to let our waiting be just ambling along without purpose and joy. What if it we thought about it as hoping instead?

Hmmm... what are we waiting for?

To Do What?

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Mon, 11 Jan 2010 14:48:00 +0000

I have a big Write-On/Wipe-Off board in m office with the title "The Big To-Do". It contains a perpetual To-Do list. Each task is under a certain topic: mail, blog, cleaning, budget, etc... Our team has fancy web-based tools to help me be organized, but I really, really love that I get to erase this board. And that the white space keeps getting bigger. Well, until the end of the month. Anyway, on my boar I have some dates listed. In front of them it says: Reminder.
Remind who? Remind them of what? How can I remind them of something I can't remember and don't know why I'm reminding them of it? See how confusing it gets?
What good is this task written on my board if I don't know what it means?
And that's exactly why God gave us Paul. Jesus said "Love." Paul tells us exactly how to do that. Encourage one another and build each other up. Carry each other’s burdens. Honor one another above yourselves. Make every effort to do what leads to peace and to mutual edification. Don’t seek your own good, but the good of the other person. Comfort each other. Be completely humble and gentle; be patient, bearing with one another in love. Do not let the sun go down while you are still angry, and do not give the devil a foothold. Be kind and compassionate to one another, forgiving each other, just as in Christ God forgave you.
Maybe we need to sit down and make the to-do list a little more detailed.

The Love Seat

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Mon, 28 Dec 2009 11:50:00 +0000

I'm sitting in the Munich airport, on a very long lay-over. I'm on a couch that's not too shabby. There's one facing me. And in the last several hours it has been both seat and bed to several people. Now there's two teen aged sisters sitting with their blond haired-blue-eyed parents. The mom is curled up with her head on the dad's lap. Her shoes are off. One sister has her head on the other's shoulder. The dad is listening to his ipod but he's fallen asleep too. They all are breathing the deep breaths of just sitting after hours of rushing. I wonder where they came from? Where they're going?
I'm mesmerized by love these days. The pretty shapes of couples giggling in each other's ears. The sweet shapes of an old man shuffling next to his old wife, each barely holding one another up. And here. This family. This tired family full of stories and purpose and joys and aches that I will never know.

Brava!

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Mon, 28 Dec 2009 11:27:00 +0000

My friends from our sister team in central Italy came this weekend. Although I was very intimidated to speak Italian in front of them, the little I did brought great amusement to them. I speak with an "dialect" they tell me - a Northern one! Like a Veronese. Every time I think about it, I'm just tickled. That I belong here. That this is home. That this is my language. I don't even know how to say the word "dialect"... maybe dialecto? Anyway, if I did know how to say it, it would sound like I am from Verona. And that's a really, really good thing.

Winter Solstice

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Mon, 21 Dec 2009 07:57:00 +0000

Seasons. Except for my college years, I have never lived where there were dramatic seasons. And in Verona - there are dramatic seasons. I haven't minded the winter like I thought I would - but I am celebrating today. It's the shortest day of the year. I'm so thankful. Not that I really want a short day today - but I do want, and even need - a longer one tomorrow. And the day after that. And the day after that.

I googled "Winter Solstice" today so that I could truly understand it to celebrate it in a real way. Umm... I didn't understand a lick of the Wikipedia article. But that won't stop me from celebrating!

And what a good reminder that I don't have to understand everything about the Lord in order for me to really celebrate Him. I don't understand how He can be omniscient or omnipowerful... or even how He could love me when I'm so full of sin. But I don't have to get the details. I just need to trust that tomorrow there will be more light.

Dirty Stables: God's Prefered Choice

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Thu, 17 Dec 2009 19:31:00 +0000

Is your stable clean or dirty?

A friend recently told me how he came across Proverbs 14:4: 'Without oxen a stable stays clean, but you need a strong ox for a large harvest."

We would love to have a showroom home. Picture-perfect lives. A "clean stable," if you will. But the only way to have a clean stable is to get rid of the oxen in our lives. That is, our lives would be more managable and attractive, perhaps, if:

I lived and worked in the US, so that we could own a large home, two cars, etc.
Ann worked outside the home
We sent our kids to public school
My office wasn't in the middle of our living room
Ann's workspace didn't double as our dining room table
We weren't always moving
etc.

As attractive as our stable might be, it would still be a stable and its purpose wouldn't be fulfilled.

So, for that reason, we are so glad we have a dirty stable, full of oxen, so that we can reap a large harvest, because...

"The harvest is plentiful, but the workers are few." -Jesus

Going through Hell

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Tue, 01 Dec 2009 19:44:00 +0000

Recently, I was looking through our old newsletters from our time of preparation to go to China. I had recorded there an account of a little girl who said, "You know, if you dug through the Earth to get to China, you'd have to go through Hell first." At the time, I really knew what she meant. Sometimes, it felt like we were "going through Hell" to get to China.

As any good Christian geophysicist knows, you don't have to go through Hell to get to Italy, but I think we get close sometimes! But, during this last sprint to arrive in Italy on January 7th, we have certainly felt the presence of the evil one. We know what to do in those situations, though.

"Submit yourselves, then, to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you. Come near to God and he will come near to you." (James 4:7)

Amen!

A Poco A Poco

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Mon, 30 Nov 2009 12:49:00 +0000

Language learning happens little by little... and it seems like forever. Which is exactly how long it will take. I've been speaking English for 31 years (for the first three I refused to speak) and just recently have learned two new English words.
But this isn't about English.
It's about Italian.
Sometimes I feel like I just don't know anything.

A few years ago, a friend gave me one of those Tear Off A Page calendars. Every page had an Italian phrase or idiom on it with a tiny translation in English under it. I remember not knowing anything that whole year.
One came in the mail today. And as I browsed through it, I could translate them all - all by myself! Now I wouldn't have been to say them correctly - but I understood them perfectly. And that's more than I could do even four months ago.
Today I was trying to explain how (as some people believe) that sediment on the ocean floor became a rock formation in central Italy. I could do it. It was simple. It was as if a 2nd grader was saying it - but I could do it.
Little by little. Step by step. A piano a piano. A poco a poco.

Just a song

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Thu, 05 Nov 2009 17:21:00 +0000

quoting a song by Jon Foreman:

Heavenly Father you always amaze me

Let your Kingdom come in my world and in my life

Give me the food I need to live through the day

and forgive as I forgive the people that wronged me

Lead me far from temptation deliver me from the evil one

I look out the window

the birds are composed

not a note is out of tune or out of place

I walk to the meadow and stare at the flowers

that would dress any girl on her wedding day

Why should I worry? why do I freak out?

God knows what I need, You know what I need

Your love is your love is your love s is strong

your love is your love is your loves is strong

The kingdom of the heavens is now advancing

invade my heart invade this broken town

the kingdom of the heavens is burried treasure

would you sell yourself to buy the one your found

two things you told me that your are strong and you love me

yes you love me

Your love is your love is your loves is strong

your love is your love is your loves is strong

Our God in heaven hallowed be thy name is above all names

your kingdom come your will be done on earth as it is in heaven

give us today our daily bread forgive us weary sinners

keep us far from our vices and deliver us from this prison

Stuff

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Tue, 27 Oct 2009 02:18:00 +0000

As we just moved from a home into a small apartment less than a month ago, we had to downsize our belongings quite a bit. When we move to Italy on January 6, 2010, we'll have to downsize even more. At times like these we realize how much "stuff" we've got. I recently heard a poem about stuff that I'd like to share with you.

Stuff, by Don McCaleb

I got stuff.

Good stuff. Happy stuff.

Successful, sensational, recreational, relaxational stuff.

Mac stuff, PC stuff, I-stuff.

Fun fashion, cool cash and fast action.

Rocket ships and chocolate chips.

Stuff with crosses, Christian fishes.

Stuff beyond my wildest wishes.

And you can't take my stuff.

My stuff is the needle that drops to the vinyl

to start the party and spin the spiral.

My stuff immediately, impressively, incessantly

illuminates my import,

and by stuff is loud.

It commands respect and you can't neglect

when my stuff says, "I have arrived, And this is what I'm all about!"

My stuff identifies me.

And I

identify

with my

stuff.

My stuff is so high you can't get over it,

so wide you can't get round it.

You can't handle my stuff!

My stuff is the needle that tattoos my skin,

signifying the significance of who I am.

I got stuff.

Stuff from my past...

that follows me around

like some run-down evangelist-carnival caravan

that keeps coming to town.

In the amusement-park dark

swaggering saints from the shadows shout my shattered story,

selling sacred success-souvenirs and seductive soul-sideshows.

Their slanted slogans solicit me, slander me, compel me. Tell me

fortunes I regret that I can't forget.

And seeking grace I surrender to the stuff-spell,

but it conjures no confession, no communion;

just a constant carousel of clamor

that casts out the quiet and the questions,

So I don't have to hear my heart...beat.

My stuff is a Ferris wheel that takes me up to the top

and drops me right back down again.

But after a while I twist and I spin,

and I want off,

but the ride never stops.

I got stuff.

Right now

my stuff is an elevator straight to the penthouse floor!

But sometimes,

no matter what number I push,

I can't seem to open the door.

You can't handle my stuff.

My stuff is the needle that injects my vein,

and it's warm like a fever and it spreads like a stain

and it itches, and I scratch, and I dig

til it burns like a blaze.

But all I have in my hands is gasoline,

and I can't stop the flame.

I got stuff.

You can't handle my stuff.

You can't take my stuff.

Can You? Take my stuff?

Dimmi Tutti (dee-mee too-tee)

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Wed, 07 Oct 2009 13:46:00 +0000

My favorite phrase is one that I hear at least ten times a day. And I love it. It means, "tell me everything!" ...when I am stumbling through a tough question and can't find the words to ask for a word I need in class, Enrico says, "Dimmi tutti." When I walk into a shop and don't know exactly what I'm looking for, the sweet old man says, "Di mi tutti." When I sit down with a new friend she says, "Di mi tutti."
There's something about it that says I'm Ready To Listen To You.

Tocati

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sat, 26 Sep 2009 10:33:00 +0000

Every September, Verona hosts a street game festival. It's like something I've never seen before. Think of the best fair you've ever been to: games, food, stands where you buy things you don't need. Then turn it up about two notches and add 30 or so more games. Now sprinkle it all over the city. And make it free.
Every year they choose a country's heritage to celebrate. This year, it's Greece. So, there are Greek games and Italian games. Some very traditional with traditional garb and some modern games. Some are for children and some are for adults. This picture is of some sort of wresting game. There were instruments that looked like wooden flutes that sounded like bagpipes playing.
The streets are full of people wondering from game to game. So fun! My favorite one to watch was some number game. The men sat around a table and would yell out numbers while doing some sort of hand gestures. They obviously knew when they lost and the next person would play. It was in fast forward. Anyone could play. Maybe I'll sit in next year.

The Simple Life

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sun, 16 Aug 2009 05:00:00 +0000

Friday afternoon my beautiful new cabinets were installed in my kitchen. I am so thankful for all the people in Italy who made that happen as well as my supporters in America. I really am pleased with them.
But... somehow I'm already missing the old kitchen. The one with the ironing bored set up as the counter. The one with the little outdoor plastic table that wobbled when you looked at it and was too low to sit at as a "table". The one where Giacamo knocked over a bottle and spent forever mopping the floor. The one where Yuko quickly and diligently rolled her sushi. The one where I demonstrated the art of making an Italian cappuccino via Skype to San Antonio. The one where I sat on the floor on a rainy day picking out furniture.
It's like when my parents reminisce about being so poor that they could only afford beans when they first got married. And how their early apartments were so very tiny...
Because those memories are so very sweet. They are the first ones - the ones that make you realize that it will be OK... the ones where you are so in love nothing matters except being together... the ones that make you realize that you don't need a utensil drawer to have a great evening.
You just need great people... and a little bit of slowing down to enjoy what is around you... and a heart that's ready to dive into every experience that comes your way.
And the truth is that those things still can happen with a kitchen full of beautiful cabinets.

Augustus' Holidays

noreply@blogger.com (mcrosser) — Fri, 14 Aug 2009 17:34:00 +0000

Tomorrow is a holiday in Italy. It's a big one. In fact, it is often coupled with the fact that it is the end of summer and people take lots of vacation in August. August 15th is called "Ferragosto". It is also known as "festa dell'assunta", or Feast of the Assumption (of Mary). The catholic church believes that Mary, the mother of Jesus, did not die, but instead was "taken up", from the Latin word: assumptio).

Before the catholic church however, the Roman Empire used this day to honor the gods and the cycle of fertility and ripening. The name, Ferragosto, comes from its original Latin name, Feriae Augusti (Festivals of the Emperor Augustus).

I walked through town today and noted all the shops that were closed and/or closing for Ferragosto. Most stores that were closed, did so for more than just Saturday. Several took the week off and many took two. I saw two places that closed for one whole month. In Ancona, one of our favorite restaurants closed for two months!!!

Tonight, Angie went into the 'centro' (main center of town) and strolled. There were people everywhere which was not terribly uncommon on any given night of the week. We did catch a Rockabilly/Blues concert in one area that was part of a two day holiday celebration. After walking around some more, we stopped and had a crepe. So delicious. A crepe is like a very thin pancake and they put all sorts of wonderful toppings on it. We tried a new place. Angie had a crepe with a chocolate nut spread and bananas. I had one with berry jam, bananas and cream. Good stuff. Happy Ferragosto everybody!

For more on...
The Assumption of Mary

On the Street Where I Live

noreply@blogger.com (Angie Crosser) — Tue, 11 Aug 2009 18:35:00 +0000

I love the street we live on. It is a pretty tree lined street. The trees reach up from both sides and cast a cool shadow over us on hot summer days. You don’t even need to wear your sunglasses as you walk! The trees have a mix of yellow and green leaves and most days yellow leaves are on the ground. It has a feeling of fall with leaves falling and it is a constant reminder that cooler days of my favorite season are just around the corner. We try to take our dog, Brinkley, for a walk each day and lots of days we walk up and down this street. We are almost always stopped by someone who wants to pet him or play for a minute. Sometimes we run into a neighbor and we stop for a chat.

There are a few little coffee shops and as you walk by you get a whiff of rich Italian coffee. The tables outside are almost always full of people sitting and chatting. It is a neighborhood street and so everyone is out either running errands or just out for a nice walk. You see moms with their kids and strollers, other dog walkers and others carrying home their groceries. I always feel revived after our little walks. I always come home feeling part of a community. God knew what He was doing when He chose this apartment and this street for us to live on!

Daily Life

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Fri, 24 Jul 2009 06:13:00 +0000

A note I received:
OK, no hurry to answer me back...but have my top 10 questions for you: 1) Do they have WalMart in Italy? If not, how do you buy groceries? for example different vendors per item or what? 2) Do they sell dogfood? 3) How is the cost of living compared to the US? 4) Electricity go out often? 5) Do they have heat? A/C? 6) Broadband internet or dial-up? 7) Easy street signs (if you can read them, that is), or confusing chopped up streets? 8) Laundrymats? 9) How do you buy shoes there? OK, I know you go in and give money...but vendor, big store, what? 10) Toiletries the same? shampoo, conditioner, soap, tootpaste, etc. They are kind of funny questions, but ones I'm wondering about over and over in my head...lol. Some of them might be a cute story when you find out the answers :) Bonus question: What, so far, has been your biggest (happiest) surprise as far a living necessities??

My answers:
1. There aren’t Wal-Mart stores here, but there are big “box” stores on the outskirts of the city. However, they aren’t exactly convenient. There’s an Ikea an hour away, and I’m contemplating taking the train there, but physically carrying everything home is a whole other story! So, I make little trips to neighborhood stores on foot or on my bike. Electronics, appliances, hardware, clothing and groceries are really close. These are tiny! The grocery store is about the size of a Dollar General . There’s a bigger one close to Matt and Angie’s and a super big grocery store is only a quick bike ride away. If I’m walking, I take a cart like thing; basically a bag on wheels. I’m trying to practice sticking close to my house and buying things only as I need them. At the end of my road there is a fruit and veggie market. I go there almost every day. They call me “Dear”. The gentleman at the small electronic/appliance store (where I got my phone, alarm clock, mixer, etc…) calls me “Sweetie”. Anyway, back to the veggies – I try to buy something fresh for dinner every day.
2. Yes, they sell dog food. And cat food. There are even pet stores. Dogs are allowed in restaurants here.
3. It’s so expensive. I can’t explain it. I’ve heard about it – but it actually living it is something so different. Plus, you have to deal with charges from the bank. With those and the exchange rate when you spend 1 Euro, you’re really spending $1.50. At least. Things like plastic shoe boxes (which I’m itching for) are about $5 each. Crazy. Even q-tips are expensive. In Haiti we lived in “bulk” and I always had a closet filled with the year’s supply of toilet paper, shampoo, etc. So, it’s a whole new world for me to shop for things I need at the moment.
4. Perfect Electricity! Although you can only use one major appliance at a time. I don’t mind it at all.
5. My condo (it’s really called that) has radiators. I’m really hoping they work well! I don’t have air-conditioning but some people have it for their bedrooms. I did invest in strong fans and am thankful for them. My house has 4 French doors and the room without them has a huge window. So, things stay relatively nice.
6. I have a little USB thing that let me get the internet. This is great for being around town. There aren’t many places with free wifi. And it helped while I waited for the internet in my house, which came yesterday. As for what kind of internet, that is beyond my understanding. A cord goes from the wall to a box that looks like an insect and then I can have internet all over my apartment, unless I’m in the far corner of my dining room. Then, I have to go back to the USB cord because the wireless is too slow.
7. Street signs? When it comes to riding my bike, I’m just guessing at what I’m supposed to do. If I see someone riding the wrong way on a one-way street, I do it too. I don’t know if I’m supposed to obey all the traffic rules or not. I do have a little cheat sheet I found in a tourist book which I probably should sit down with and poor over.
8. There’s a Laundromat right down the block. However, I have a washer. I love it! I can do laundry any time I want to! It’s the first time in my life. I know this is a silly thing, but I take great joy in it. I need to confess something here: I had a housekeeper in Haiti and I so very much appreciate all that she did. Wow! And my sister really took care of my laundry when I was in the States. So, this infatuation with the washer might be short lived, but for now, love it. I have a dryer which is kind of a rare thing here. Most people hang their clothes out to dry. I chose to spend the money for it because I knew that keeping a house for the first time would be an overwhelming task and that this was one way I could make my life easier. Plus, when language school starts on top of all my normal things… I’m so thankful for it. It does work differently than those in the States. It doesn’t have a vent to the outside. Instead it somehow sends the water from the clothes to a tank at the bottom which you have to empty after every load.
PS. I got a dishwasher, too! Spoil me rotten!
9. I haven’t tried to buy shoes, yet. But there are normal shoe stores. There’s even Footlocker. I don’t know how the sizing differs. I haven’t even bought clothes, yet. I’m going to have to this fall, though.
10. You can get great toiletries here. You can find things like Dove and more expensive brands. They do have lots of stores with really, really expensive things. But, at the grocery store you can find the kind for $1.50.
Bonus:
My biggest surprise has been glass jars. I am loving being a homemaker! I love cleaning and organizing and taking care of my pitiful plants on the balcony. And I’ve loved being in the kitchen. Instead of using Tupperware, I’ve been using glass jars which aren’t too expensive. AND, I’ve started canning! Yesterday I canned salsa and chicken tortilla soup. Fun, fun! But, I use the jars for flower vases and for pencil holders… everything!
Which reminds me, about my flowers. Which, I feel like are a household living necessity. And the one thing that is relatively cheap. The flower market comes to my block every Friday morning. This week I have lilies and hydrangeas. The hydrangeas are on my dining table. The lilies are in the kitchen, bathroom and bedroom.

You Just Never Know, Do You?

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Tue, 14 Jul 2009 10:10:00 +0000

A few months ago my mom mentioned to a family friend that I was planning on getting a bicycle when I arrived in Italy. "Well, is she practicing now?" Ummm... no. I mean, how hard can it be if the idiom "it's like riding a bike" means that something is really easy to pick up? A few more people suggested that I go ahead and start riding in America and another family friend loaned me a bike.
So, whoever coined the idiom mentioned above, was not watching me and was definitely taking their life in my hands by walking in front of my oncoming bike.
Dave, my personal expert bike-riding trainer, started me off well. Smooth pavement. Nice park with shading trees. And then up a nice little hill (which I couldn't peddle up) and a little bend to the right and we were in the wilderness. Gravel terrain with big ole loose rocks. Didn't I see little stick cross memorials from where all the bikers had died? The trees reached out to poke my face and my arms and grab a hold of my hair. But, I survived and only a little blood was spilled.
Wait? Wasn't my plan just to ride in Italy to the little market down the street? To language school a mile away? Shouldn't I be practicing on sweet little closed courses where all I had to pay attention to were the birds singing in the trees?
Another time we went to a park that was being developed. This time, Dave researched it. He even watched a youtube video describing it as a perfect place for beginners. That would be me. Well, the real meaning of "a park that is being developed" is that it's undeveloped. There was a little trail that ran through the undevelopedness. Little. Sometimes dirt. Sometimes gravel. Sometimes loose rock.
At one point the trail turned sharply and we found ourselves on a little embankment. It felt like a dam but there was no water anywhere in sight. The trail was about 2 inches wide. OK, I may be exaggerating a little bit. It was about 6 inches wide. If Dave argued that it was a foot wide, I'd fight him on it. Anyway, the point is, that there was a little trail on top of this little dam like thing and I was still a horrible bike rider. I was just about to say, "I can't do this" as I tried to grab hold of a branch to stop the bike. Why wouldn't I just grab onto the breaks? Who knows. The branch did not do it's job and somehow I ended up flipping over to the left. Flipping. Yes. Really. I promise. So I was flipping and laughing.
This was one time I'd like to have a video camera following me. It was one of the most death-defying acts I'd ever performed and no one was there to see it! Dave was in front of me at the time, so by the time he was able to stop his bike and chase down the hill after me, I was already at my twisted resting place. He untangled the bike and my limbs and any of the branches that had hitchhiked for the adventure. He had pure terror on his face. And I could only laugh. What a good story this would make.
I think I'm going to have life-long scars on my right ankle. And I think I really traumatized Dave. From then on, it was only cement trails. But, it all made me a stronger rider. More agile. More in control. More comfortable.
Today I rode my new Italian bike into the center of town. To get there, I had to ride on a busy street that is in major construction. Speedy little Italians rushed by in their speedy little cars, which don't seem so little when you feel like one swirv (yours or theirs) and you'd be a goner. Finally I arrived in the center of town. I do live in one of the most beautiful cities in the world. It's old Italian as old Italian should be. Cobble stone streets (super bumpy). Marble streets (super slick!). Large blocks of stone streets (jarring!). Tiny, tiny little streets. With all those crazy Italian drivers.
So, I did need all my off-roading, crazy trail training after all. Who knew? I'll give you one guess.

"No, wait!"

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Fri, 10 Jul 2009 21:24:00 +0000

Earlier this week I heard a message on the radio by Dr. Charles Stanley of In Touch Ministries. In his message he was talking about waiting on God. This was exactly what I needed to hear. At the time I was feeling rather frustrated and discouraged. I'm thrilled that Matt and Angie and April are there in Italy already. So very thrilled! But, another part of me, I found, was feeling a bit disgruntled and unhappy. *I* want to be in Italy! But, then I heard Dr. Stanley's message and it spoke directly to me. He said, "Sometimes when God says, "Wait," we hear, "No." I will be honest with you, this period in my life -- this past year and eleven months -- has been one of the longest "waiting" periods in my life and sometimes Ann and I have both wondered if God was really saying "no" rather than "wait." But, we have not heard Him say "no," nor are we expecting it. We have been called to cross-cultural evangelism. We know Italy is the place God has for us at this time. We are pushing ahead and working to get to Verona, even while we "wait" on Him and His perfect timing. "Wait for the LORD; be strong and take heart and wait for the LORD." (Psalm 27:14)

Getting To Know Verona

noreply@blogger.com (mcrosser) — Mon, 06 Jul 2009 09:49:00 +0000

April arrived a little over a week ago and we have gotten her moved into her new apartment. We are finally starting to get things set-up and stabilized here in our own apartment. As we have been getting settled you can imagine the numerous trips around town we have had to make. What that has done has shown us parts of the city that we may not have seen otherwise. It finally feels like we are getting to know the side streets. The streets that locals use, as opposed to the numerous tourists that are here in the summer, but predominately during the summer. Angie and April went out for coffee and while they did that I walked all over the downtown center. In Italy, the 'centro' or center of the city is really just that. It is the heart of the city. Most Italians that live in Verona will go often to the centro, because that is where life starts in Verona. Shakespeare describes the reverse this way...

There is no world without Verona walls, But purgatory, torture, hell itself.
Hence-banished is banish'd from the world, And world's exile is death.
—William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet, Act III, Scene iii

Whew, that's a little rough. In softer words, nothing is out there that is not better found here. God provided a great location for us to live in Verona. It is within a 30 second walk to a major Verona bus stop which sits in front of the main hospital. There are eleven buses that arrive and leave from this stop. That makes it very convenient to go to certain places in Verona. And we are very thankful for that.

This weekend I had a car accident. I looked down for just a moment, looked up and saw the cars in front had slammed on their brakes because of a crossing ambulance. I never heard the siren nor saw the ambulance. I slammed into the back of the car in front of me, which in turn hit the car in front of it. My car had the most damage. The front bumper, hood, headlights and at least the radiator internally are busted up. It happened on July Fourth, Independence Day! It also happened on a street named after the Italian who discovered America, Cristiforo Colombo Way. We prayed yesterday that this week we would find someone honest and trustworthy to do the repairs. We also prayed that it would be inexpensive. And we prayed that looking for a mechanic might give us a chance to better know our neighbors. This morning as we were heading out, our next door neighbors were leaving also. I asked Giovanni if he knew of any good mechanics. He replied that he did and since I didn't know where I was going, he would go with me! That is a great opportunity to spend time with one of our neighbors, and very generous on his part.

One thing we have found is that the people of Verona are incredibly helpful, even going out of their way to be so. Ask a cafe owner where a store is and she might pull out the phone book herself, look for the number, go outside and point you the way. Or ask a self proclaimed wind-surfing employee at a hardware store where are the best spots are on Lake Garda, and he might just draw you a map, pointing out the sights along the way and remember your name next time you go in! The people of Verona are very kind, helpful and courteous. We pray that those who don't know about having a relationship with Christ, will seek Him and come to have an abundant life with Him.

Here's to exploring the city some more......

Finally

noreply@blogger.com (mcrosser) — Fri, 19 Jun 2009 07:32:00 +0000

So, after two years and almost six months of planning, recruiting, praying, preparing, raising awareness and training we are finally in Verona. We have been here a week today. I've been sick (read more about that here) for the entire week, so we haven't been able to do everything that we thought we would do, but we have done many things. We have got to meet a few area merchants or pizzeria owners. We have been exploring the streets around our apartment building by visiting stores, looking in windows and walking through neighboring streets. We have been getting our apartment set up, very slowly due to me being sick. Our rental agency has been great, going way above and beyond what we ever expected. They are making sure all problems are taken care of. So this week we have met Marco, and air conditioner repairman, a plumber (whose name we don't know yet) and at some point we are supposed to be meeting an electrician. In two months, all of this will be a faint memory.

Weather Wonderings

noreply@blogger.com (Angie Crosser) — Sat, 23 May 2009 15:39:00 +0000

I have this little widget on my computer that tells me the current weather and forecast for a couple of locations. The first is here in Tulsa. I check it each morning to decide what to wear. Long sleeves or short sleeves, jeans or capri’s. Here in Oklahoma the weather is back and forth.

The other location is Verona, Italy. I have been watching the temperatures stay a lot more steady than they do in Oklahoma. This morning I got up to see that the temperature in Verona is 90 degrees. When I clicked on the widget to open it up and see the next few days it shows we can expect the temperature to climb as high as 97 degrees! It’s only May!

I think I understand why our new apartment in Verona has two air conditioners. Mamma Mia, che caldo!!!

Fast Food Mexican Food??

noreply@blogger.com (mcrosser) — Tue, 05 May 2009 04:30:00 +0000

Okay, okay, I know what you are thinking.....Mexican food in a country that is known for it's pasta and pizza dishes??? Well, I do love Italian food, however, anything done in overabundance can get monotonous and overdone. So, we definitely like to look for alternatives. Since, Mexican food is one of our favorites, it seemed natural to do a search for "cibo messicano" (Mexican food). One of the first things I saw was a Italian franchised fast food restaurant called "Avogados - Mexican food takeaway". Now, we have learned to not go into new restaurants with false hope, so we are holding out final judgment until next month, when we can go check it out for ourselves.....but the website looks amazing. You can check it out here, but it is in Italian so you may not understand much of it. The pictures look great though. Here's to Italian tacos, burritos, nachos and quesadillas!