Sunday, October 18, 2015

Cameron Highlands

This weekend we had the privilege of bring driven two hours north to the mountains to meet some of our sisters and brothers in the Orang Asli community. We went with Daniel's church, Bangsar Lutheran Church, to install a solar panel on the small community's church building.

We were surprised that the community was right off the main road and not more secluded.

Most of the houses sat on stilts and made from a combination of bamboo, tarps, tin roofing, and plywood.

The church is large and carefully crafted from concrete.
While Daniel worked with the solar-panel installation crew, I wandered around the community and talked to people (with a translator of course) about the church, people, and culture of living in the mountains. The women in this community really love Bollywood films, so some of the Indian women from Bangsar taught them how to prepare Indian snacks. We made onion pakoras (onion fritters) and corn pakoras (corn fritters). It was some of my favorite food we have had so far (I am finding I am partial to South Indian food).

Adding ginger to the onions for onion fritters.
Frying it up!


Mashing the corn for the corn fritters.
About the time we were finished frying everything, the solar panel engineers had finished with their work. It took a lot of work and shaky ladders, but just about the time the sun started beaming down, the wiring was ready to be done.

Lights inside the church will allow the community to gather despite the setting sun. Kids will be able to work on their homework and read late into the night. 


After the hard work of cooking and solar paneling, we relaxed and hung out with some of the kids (from Bangsar and from the Orand Asli community). And I, of course, went to take some pictures.


The boys from Bangsar were happy to get dirty.



Daniel relaxing in the sunshine.

 That night, we made our way further up the mountain to the Lutheran Mission Bungalow. It's a huge beautiful house that sits above a valley. As we went up, everything was covered in a thick fog, making the trek pretty creepy. After settling in to our rooms, we went back down the mountain about 2km to the town. It was finally dinner time! Steamboat was on the menu. Steamboat is basically the Asian equivalent to fondue. You get big plates of meat and veggies and add it to a pot of boiling soup stock. 



The next morning we were greeted by cool weather and fresh air. We lounged around for a portion of the morning after breakfast enjoying the beautiful view from the bungalow. As we made our way back down toward Kuala Lumpur, we stopped to see the famous Cameron Valley tea fields. 


We also got to stop at one of the most beautiful and largest waterfalls I have ever seen. 


The trip to Cameron Highlands couldn't have been more perfectly timed. It was a great 24 hours of balanced work and relaxation - the perfect place to take a break and recharge. I have definitely found my happy place.

Friday, October 9, 2015

Stumbling Blocks

Two Sundays ago, I preached (admittedly not very well) on Jesus’ teaching about chopping off limbs and hanging a millstone around your neck.  I’m sure you’ve heard it before. I usually try to ignore it as I’m leisurely reading through Mark’s Gospel. 

“If any of you put a stumbling block before one of these little ones who believe in me, it would be better for you if a great millstone were hung around your neck and you were thrown into the sea." (Mark 9:42)

I can understand Jesus telling us not to purposely put a stumbling block before others.  That seems like a pretty good thing to tell people - don’t purposely cause people to question their faith or turn away from God. 

But what happens when we unintentionally put a stumbling block before someone? What if we had always been taught something that we never knew could be harmful to some people’s faith? What if everyone else does it? Does Jesus think that deserves a millstone around the neck too? 

I don’t know. But if Jesus thinks that any stumbling block we place before others - intentionally or unintentionally - is harmful enough to deserve a millstone around our necks, maybe we should start thinking about the unintentional stumbling blocks as well. 

So that’s what I’ve been doing these past two weeks. What are some of the unintentional stumbling blocks I have put in front of people? Whether I had good intentions at the time, or I simply wanted to hear myself speak, I know I have put stumbling blocks in other people’s “faith way.” 

I think as Christians, we put stumbling blocks in front of people more often than we realize. And we can’t always avoid it because we don’t know people’s situations and we don’t know what might be a stumbling block for one person and might be helpful for another. 

But there is one thing that we do all too often, and it is causing people to stumble more than we realize.   

Gendering God is something we do without even thinking about it.  

We pray to “Father God.” 
We refer to God as “he” in worship, prayers, and hymns. 
We talk about God as a masculine being. 
We reject (openly or unconsciously) the feminine aspects of God. 

It might be that I am more sensitive to this type of stumbling block because I have experienced its effects to many times throughout my life. But I believe that we have the opportunity to actually remove this stumbling block from in front of the entire Body of Christ, just by changing the way we talk about God. 

The way we talk about God influences what we believe about God. And what we believe about God is important because it influences what we believe about God's creatures, God's relationship with us, salvation, evangelism, our relationship with one another (and basically everything else theologically). Gendering God is dangerous because it inherently has the ability to change our vision of and relationship with God. Gendering God can actually cause people to turn away from God and put a stumbling block in front of them. By gendering God, we can inadvertently lead people away from God.

Gendering God is a dangerous stumbling block in front of many Christians and non Christians all over the world, from various backgrounds, and in various contexts. 

But I have found that it is an especially dangerous stumbling block here in Southeast Asia. 

I will start by giving you an example of how gendering God as male is particularly dangerous because this the gender assigned to God most often. But please be assured that in other contexts and cultures, gendering God as female can also be dangerous.

A fellow pastor explained a little bit about child-parent relationships and gender roles in Chinese culture. "Relationships with fathers are very often closed off," he explained, "we cannot call our fathers by name when we are young out of respect, so we call them 'papa.'"  Even when children become adults, there is a very real reverence for older men in the family.  Older men in my congregation are never called by their Chinese name, but called, "uncle" or people who are particularly close use their English names.

Fathers are described as stern disciplinarians who discourage dependence and emotional indulgence in their children.  Of course, fathers still very much care for their children, but there is often no outward manifestation of this care and affection for fathers like there might be between children and mothers. Fathers often remain aloof in the "hands-on" portion of parenting (dressing, changing, bathing, feeding children), unless there is severe discipline needed.

Mothers, on the other hand, are described as "intimate nurturers," who often "baby" their children until they are older.  The relationship children share with their mothers is one of provision, compassion, warmth, and love.

These gender roles regarding parenting often lead to a close, intimate relationship between a mother and her child, while the relationship between a father and a child may be more distant, strained, or cause anxiety and even fear for the child later in life.

When we exclusively call God "father," and describe God as masculine, this affects our relationship with God as well as other people's relationship with God. 

If a person cannot imagine an intimate, warm, caring, personal relationship with his or her earthly father, how will he or she imagine his or her relationship with a heavenly "father?" Chances are, he or she will imagine God as a distant disciplinarian who should be feared, someone who will only step in when we need punishment. This image of God does not foster a close, deep, personal relationship with God. In fact, people may even reject God and be completely uninterested in a relationship with such a distant, impersonal God such as this.  

We must continue to look for ways to describe God and imagine God in comparison and contrast to our earthly relationships - but never prescribing God a gender. Granted, we will never be able to fully grasp all of God, but we can combat harmful images of God, the blocks that cause our brothers and sisters to stumble. Especially when certain images of God are so nonchalantly used and so obviously harmful to people's faith because of the dominant culture. 

By allowing and encouraging people to envision God as something other than their "father" or a "male," we offer a new vision, a more inclusive and relational vision of God's redeeming love and mercy. And we start to pick up those stumbling blocks from amongst our sisters’ and brothers’ feet. 


Monday, September 28, 2015

I, the Woman

On Friday, I picked up a couple of journals from the library at the Lutheran Church in Malaysia headquarters. I was delighted to find some called In God's Image: Journal of Asian Women's Resource Centre for Culture and Theology. I immediately took the latest three journals they had (2000, 2001, and 2002). Disappointed they had apparently stopped ordering the journals or they stopped printing them, I flipped through them, savoring the black and white picture of women in "tribal clothing" and headlines such as "Laws Regarding Women's Sexuality in India." I had found my reading for the month.

In the December 2000 journal, I found this poem by J Jonmoni D Shira. She is a Garo woman of what is now Meghalaya, India and wrote this poem in 1940. They call themselves A-chik Mande, literally "hill people" and are one of the few remaining matrilineal societies in the world. The poem was translated from Garo by Caroline R Mark. Nothing else is said about the author in the journal.

A Garo tribal couple in traditional dress.

I did a quick Google search to see if this poem is well known or published online and found nothing. I think J Jonmoni D Shira's voice deserves to be heard.


I have been born a woman
To bear all kinds of difficulties,
Though I lament my misfortune
I cannot alter it.

Poor Eve committed sin
Before the world;
Bringing heavier burdens and worries
Upon the woman.

From birth, her strength is less
Her face is lovelier,
But I am taught
To be under male domination.

From tender age
I have to live under the control of man,
At the slap of my younger brother
I weep loudly.

I cannot act as I please,
There's not a day of happiness for me
I cannot dream of
Even proposing to travel.

I know and understand
The truth,
The bad and the good, the consequences
And the subject matter.

Yes I cannot
So much as open my mouth
Due to the words,
'Silence, you stupid woman!'

To sit in the dumping place of chaff,
To eat the leftovers, is my lot;
I get ridicule from my fellow human beings
Because of my lowliness.

Though I fall in love
With an eligible young man,
I have been forcibly made to give my consent
To one whom I dislike.

When I fall in love with a young man
I get into trouble,
For a trifling error
They jilt me.

O Young Man, beware,
Deeds do not simply vanish,
Some time, you too,
May fall into a night of sorrow.

Now I am a married woman,
My difficulties have multiplied;
It is now my duty
To suffer agony in bearing children.

For a slight mistake
I am slapped;
The crying child
Keeps me awake at night.

My husband knows not
My hardship and pain,
I succumb
To more diseases.

In the small hours of the morning
I get up and cook,
I spend the whole day
In the field.

I return home carrying a heavy load
And then I work at home,
Though it is very late at night I cannot rest,
For I have to husk rice.

Out of exhaustion my body becomes thin,
I am no more attractive,
It occurs to my husband
To look for someone else.

Nevertheless, my mind
Has pure thoughts,
Though my husband does me wrong
I bear it patiently.

Souls do not keep silent,
You shall not remain superior,
As a reward for your deeds
You will not escape from hell.

You, man, therefore,
Beware,
You must surely look into
The grievances of women.

If my word is wrong,
Refute it,
If you yourself are at fault
Repent now.