12.31.2011

Jackson Christmas 2011

A picture is worth a thousand words.

Stella

Dad & Mom J

A stop along the Pacific
Iris

Miles' new Firetruck

Kari & Stella



By Peet's Coffee Shop - Miles & Stella

Evee & Auntie Julie

Evee, G'ma, & Stella

Miles & Mike

 
Dad/G'pa/Great G'pa J


Cousins watching Cars

Haircuts on the front Lawn - Iris' first

Sweet Iris

Josh & Iris

12.24.2011

Boldog Karácsonyt!

My blog title has nothing to do with a bull dog, nor a misspelling at that. It has everything to do with wishing you all a Merry Christmas from Budapest (at least for today).

This year we will be on two continents on Christmas Day. That's a new one to chalk up on the never-done-before list. We fly out early (very) on Christmas morning to arrive in CA that night meeting up with our entire family. We are more than excited to see the little ones below, face to face, and of course, our kids and spouses.



So, pictures to come of our family time together. Planning on taking a family picture since we don't know when we will be all together again, knowing Clint, Jamie, and their girls take off for Christchurch, NZ on January 4. More aftershocks occurring there... please pray for them in this huge transition.

I am thankful for you, my readers, and wish you a blessed Christmas. I am grateful for the indescribable gift that God gave us in Jesus.

12.21.2011

The Day the Sun Stands Still

Stonehenge was built facing the spot where the sun sets on the Solstice.
Every once in a while the Yahoo news catches my eye. Today it was the article about the origin of the Stonehenge rocks. Things like this fascinate me and catch my interest. But, even more interesting than the mystery baffling scientists of how the rocks were transported more than 100 miles from the Stonehenge site was the "Who Knew?" video at the end of the article on the Winter Solstice.

Winter Solstice - today, December 21 or 22 depending where you live - is the shortest day of the year, or you could say it's the longest night of the year. But, did you know that the sun stands still just for a moment on this day? And, did you know that Christmas Day is even influenced by the celestial calendar? Take a look at the video and I'm sure you'll discover some trivia that you never knew about this day.

Longer days ahead!

12.13.2011

Sentimental Value

After selling our West Michigan home two and a half years ago, Dennis and I began to sort through our possessions knowing we were about to move overseas. Thirty years of marriage and four children later we had plenty to sift through. What did we want to keep, give away, throw away or sell? After days and weeks of sorting, packing, a successful garage sale, numerous Goodwill runs, and Craigslist calls, we narrowed our possessions down to a 10 x10 storage space. Clothes, books, and some household items accompanied us on the day we flew to our new home in Budapest. If it wasn't for the sentimental value of some things, that 10 x 10 space could have been smaller. But, there are some things that a price tag can not measure the value of... like the old MasterCard ads... priceless best sums it up.

So, today I'm reading our daughter's blog as they get ready for an overseas move to New Zealand, and I am holding back tears. I remember what it was like to consider what was important or valuable or sentimental enough to keep. This was Jamie's dilemma as she contemplated whether a few sentimental items were worth the $10/cubic foot space in the packing crate to be shipped to Christchurch.

Iris
I had an old rocking chair that Dennis' mom gave me when we moved to Holland, MI. It was wooden except for the seat which was covered in a brown leather that had worn through so that the stuffing and springs were beginning to show. I threw a blanket over it and it served the wonderful memory of rocking our 9-month old Julie at the time. The rocker sat by her crib and it was one of my favorite places in our home at that time. It was a place of respite while I rocked Julie before nap time and at bedtime. We would look at picture books and then I'd softly sing "Jesus Loves Me" and "Oh, How I Love Jesus" before laying her in the crib.

When Evee was born, I reupholstered the seat to match Jamie's nursery colors and passed it on to her.

Jamie & Joni playing at the little red table in Houston
My grandparents owned an ice cream shop when I was a little girl, and from what I'm told they sold some pieces of little furniture made by the Amish in the area. My little red table and chairs came from their shop and have all the markings of Amish craft, including the painted designs on the table and chairs.

I remember setting up my table and chairs in the small apple orchard behind our farm house and having tea with my dolls. Once I left for college and later got married, the table and chairs were stored in the farmhouse attic. When we moved to Houston, TX to plant a church I took the table and chairs with us. Josh was almost 3 and Jamie was just 9 months. That little red table and chairs served as a place to color or draw or have pretend tea or set up a grocery store or an extra table for the little ones when we had company. It was at that table that Jamie told Joni about Jesus, and Joni ask Jesus into her heart at a young age.

When Dennis and I were sorting through our big move, I gave the table and chairs to Jamie.

The rocker and the little red table and chairs are the only two things Jamie decided to take with her to New Zealand. At this point, their only two pieces of furniture.

Sentimental value... Jamie couldn't have summed it up better:

Both pieces went on that truck today and as I rocked Iris in the middle of boxes and the movers, I realized I would have paid a lot more to keep those things.  They make up home for me and are apart of who I am and what I want my girls to know.


Priceless.

12.10.2011

That Saturday feeling...

Thinking of my mom today. It's Saturday. Growing up, Saturdays were clean and bake days. My mom still does that at the age of 80. Still makes the same chocolate chip cookies and chocolate cake I grew up on, often adding pie or another type of cookie into the mix. I called home a few nights ago. It wasn't Saturday, but mom was making peanut butter cookies, and Dad was unwrapping the Hershey kisses to top them off. I had to smile at the thought of it.

My mom is the best house keeper I know. Dennis says she spring cleans every week :). She keeps things neat and tidy, no clutter, and clean as a whistle, but still with a lived-in feel. Keeping a well-kept home is something I learned from my mom. Give away what you don't use anymore, throw out what's worn out, and take good care of what you have.

Being the only girl in a farming family, it was up to me to help mom with the homemaking. Once I was old enough to help out around the house, we created a system. The Saturday she would clean, I would bake, and the next week, we would trade. I remember as a teenager, if it was my week to clean, I'd come home from school on Friday's and start cleaning the upstairs bedrooms to get a head start so my Saturday was free to go to a home basketball game or whatever.

I'm in the kitchen today making pie dough for a dinner tonight when we'll be having some Hungarian friends over for pasta, and apple pie a la mode for dessert. Ela tells me it's Zoli's favorite. Spritz cookie dough is awaiting it's destiny in the fridge. In the states, I have an electric "cookie shooter" that presses the dough out at the speed of a cookie factory, as long as you keep a 1-2-3 rhythm. My mother-in-law gave it to me for Christmas years ago. I found a manual press here in the city that is doing the job just fine.

I'm hoping to make dough for a Christmas favorite. Our family just calls them "Christmas Cookies." I first tried them at a Christmas cookie exchange when we lived in Holland, MI... that's a long time ago. They were melt in your mouth little sandwich cookies that started the cookie tradition for our family.

This year I'm adding a new cookie. We'll see what the family thinks. While in Poland, I tasted some yummy cookies made by the European Union President's sister, a favorite passed down in the family. I couldn't stop eating the shortbread strips covered in a translucent white icing. They're simply called "Butter Sticks." I'm hoping mine turn out as good as hers.

I plan to freeze the cookies, hoping they stay intact in flight on Christmas day.

Though Saturdays aren't my cleaning and baking day per say, I still get a Saturday feeling... a feeling of fulfillment and satisfaction of a day well done. When the house is fresh and clean and the sweet aroma of cookies, cakes, and pies permeate every room of the house. It's always a nice reward to cozy up on the couch with a good book at the end of the day or put in a favorite movie :). 

I've got that Saturday feeling today, so much so that I had to stop and post this blog :)... thinking about my mom, and Saturdays, and traditions. Now on to rolling out that pie dough.

11.29.2011

Looking A Lot Like Christmas in Budapest

Well, it's beginning to look a lot like Christmas around here. We arrived home from travels in time to see the official start of Christmas in the city, which appears to be the first Sunday of Advent.

Unlike last year, the Christmas markets have expanded from Vörösmarty Square to St. Stephen Square. I happened to be by St. Stephen's Cathedral on Sunday late afternoon wandering through the market, when I began to notice a crowd gathering, along with reporters, and cameramen lined up with their tripods in place. Since it's been turning dusk by 4:00, I stuck around. I had an inkling that there was going to be a big deal with the Christmas lights. A tall Christmas tree in the middle of the square with lights strung out in circular fashion making a canopy above the market was about to come alive. Bells and snowflakes hung from the poles of street lights. I stood on the steps of St. Stephen's to watch the sight unfold.

Some very important people (at least I'm assuming) got up to a microphone to speak. I watched the faces of the crowd, wondering what was being said. After the formalities, a dignitary looked up toward the sky along with everyone in the crowd, and just as I thought, the lights came on. The crowd broke out clapping at the beautiful sight!

Christmas markets with St. Stephen's in the background

From the steps of St. Stephen's
As I made my way down the steps toward the square I caught a glimpse of a Catholic priest making his way through the crowds. I was intrigued. There was more to come. Navigating my way through the crowd, I followed the entourage to the other side of the square, where the first candle on a gigantic Advent wreath was lit. Then, I'm certain a portion of scripture was read by the priest.


It was a fitting celebration to usher in Christmas. A reminder that Christmas is about anticipation, about hope, about the expectation of a coming Savior. A Savior that brings hope and love and joy and peace. I am reminded every day of this anticipation. Large Advent wreaths mark squares and public gathering places. All sorts and sizes of Advent wreaths fill the aisle at the district markets where fresh flowers are sold. The reminders fill my heart with gratitude to not only know that a Savior came, but that I know him and that he has made himself at home in my heart.

When the first flakes begin to fall, I will be delighted at the freshness of new fallen snow... as long as it doesn't stick around too long. I'll take the Christmas season in Budapest over snow any day.





11.27.2011

A Day in Sarajevo

Even though Dennis and I travel frequently, we rarely take time to explore a city or a country as tourists. There's a purpose to our travels; a destination that links us with our colleagues.

Last week we decided to add an extra day to our field visits. Since we were in Bosnia, and since we had some freedom with a rental car rather than timed flights, we drove on windy mountain roads and through several tunnels, making our way to Bosnia's capital, Sarajevo.

I didn't know what to expect in this city still undergoing post-war reconstruction. It has been 15 years since the siege of Sarajevo during the Bosnian War (1992-96), the longest lasting siege in the history of modern warfare. The break up of Yugoslavia brought on all kinds of territorial tension. I remember a poster our son-in-law brought back from a mission trip to Sarajevo several years ago. A lone cellist sat in the national library, a burned out shell showered with shattered concrete.

It was an overcast, dismal, gray day as it was, but as we neared the city, the sights of a country trying to rebuild added a bleak landscape to the skies above. On the outskirts of the city we saw factory buildings with broken windows and crumbled walls, bare of any life, only rusty equipment to show its once productive days. Homes along the roadway looked worn and weary.

Drawing closer to the city, tall high-rise apartment buildings, so typical of the Communist era, were packed into the landscape. The tired, gray concrete masses looked aged by 40 or 50 years, though they might have been less than 20.

Eventually we came to the main boulevard that connects the industrial side of the city with the Old Town, the historical and cultural side of the city. The boulevard's official name is Ulica Zmaja od Bosne, but better known since the war as "Sniper Alley." During the siege, civilians trying to go about their daily lives literally ran for their lives as they raced across the street or along the street dodging possible bullets from above. Over a thousand people were injured and 225 killed (60 children), targeted by snipers in the hills surrounding the city or from high-rise buildings.

There was a part of me that wondered why the travel guide, Lonely Planet, listed Sarajevo as one of the top ten cities to visit in 2011. Our hotel receptionist even said the city "is  boring... really, once you walk beyond the Old Town."

The city has a sadness about it. And, maybe that's one of the reasons why it's listed in the top ten. The sadness of war and barriers and conflict, lest we forget. It's been a place of historical turbulence. It was in 1914 when Archduke Franz Ferdinand was assassinated along with his wife, Sophia, while visiting Sarajevo. Our hotel manager matter-of-factly said as he pointed out the bridge (above photo) where the incident happened directly across the street, "some stupid boy pulled the trigger." And it was that assassin's shots that set off World War I.

As we walked through the Old Town we came upon a mosque, synagogue, Catholic church, and an Orthodox church, no less than a block from each other. I read later that Sarajevo is referred to as the "Little Jerusalem of the Balkans." This in itself makes Sarajevo a unique city where religions live next door to each other.


But in spite of its sad history, they continue to rebuild, and life continues on. It was impossible to get a glimpse of the national library bubble-wrapped in construction sheath protecting it's fragile structure during reconstruction.

Inat Kuća - an old Ottoman style
house turned restaurant
Look for this scene in the
upcoming movie Venuto al moda
And, in spite of the overcast, damp-weather day that it was, Dennis and I enjoyed walking the streets of Old Town passing by markets and coffee shops and eateries. We checked out the new McDonald's down the street from Old Town, the first in Sarajevo... the first to Bosnia. We had an amazing Bosnian dinner at a highly recommended restaurant at the bottom of the hill where our hotel was located. In fact, our hotel has some fun trivia. I asked about an enlarged photo by the receptionist desk. It was explained that the hotel owner was posed next to Penelope Cruz. The steep, narrow, cobble-stone street just outside the hotel front door was used to shoot a scene for a 2012 movie. Cruz and the film crew stayed at the hotel.

The effects of war were evident on our drive home. As we traveled through the Republic of Serbia, a region of Bosnia, we saw house after house abandoned by families driven out during the war, only shells remaining. I wondered about the families... were they still living... what happened to them?

Bullet scarred house near Croatian border
I thought of Paul's words in Ephesians 2 - For he himself (Jesus) is our peace, who has made the two groups one and has destroyed the barrier, the dividing wall of hostility...

He is the answer. He is our peace.

Thanksgiving in Bosnia

Dennis and I just finished up a week of travels to Croatia and Bosnia. We were able to meet individually with our team members on both of these fields, plus spend a day with our national pastor and his wife in Split, Croatia. Thankful for these on-field days when we get to dialogue face-to-face with our team, catching up on field specifics, as well as deepening relationships.

Thanksgiving fell on the days we had in Bosnia. How special to gather around the table with friends for a true Thanksgiving dinner.

Seasoned with herbs from the backyard, the turkey was moist and flavorful.

Ah! Sweet potato and green bean casserole.

Two silly, but special kids!

And, of course, apple pie topped with a special message :)
We trust you all had a special Thanksgiving. We have so much to thank God for... family and friends are always at the top of the list. Thanks for being a part of our lives!

11.17.2011

Renewing the Face of Poland

I've been reading a series of fictional books based on historical truth by Bodie and Brock Thoene over the past year. One of their book series in particular is based on Europe during the 2nd war. The extensive research done particularly by Brock Thoene, weaves fact and fiction together, giving a blanket history during the era of World War II... a history lesson of sorts that provides context for the different countries we visit.

I live and walk in places where only my imagination can filter through the enormities of war and persecution, of what it was like to be imprisoned by Communism for 40+ years.  A few weeks ago I flew into Warsaw, Poland where Dennis I met on connecting flights to Krakow. He was coming from the Czech Republic, and I was arriving from Budapest.

Emotions rose within as I overlooked the city of Warsaw from my plane window. I remember reading how this city was literally bombed and shattered to smithereens. Poland, in the middle of a tug-of-war between Nazi Germany and the Soviet Union, was raped, ravaged, and sacked to the point of utter devastation. Poland was violated and defaced beyond recognition. Forty years after the German invasion, Pope John Paul II visited his native country, giving a call in Warsaw's Victory Square to "renew the face" of Poland. "Let thy Spirit descend, and renew the face of this land!" he prayed.

As the plane descended for landing, it dawned on me that most of the buildings I could see were no less than 75 years old - eight out of every ten buildings were destroyed by the end of World War II. Grief welled up within as I considered the injustices done to innocent life, and the ugliness of war.

A few hours later, Dennis and I arrived in Krakow, the only remaining city relatively undamaged by the war. It is a beautiful city with the Old Town Main Market Square dating back to the 13th century; also known as the largest medieval town square in Europe. But perhaps Krakow is remembered mostly for the concentration camp, Auschwitz, where millions of men, women, and children died horrific deaths between 1940 - 45 during German occupation. In more recent years, it may have been the 1993 movie, Schindler’s List, that portrayed the effects of the war and tugged at our hearts to learn of a business man who one by one saved Polish Jews from entering concentration camps by employing them in his factory.

It was in this city that Pastor Piotr greeted us at the Krakow airport. Though this was Dennis' third time to Poland, it was my first time to meet Piotr and his wife, Joanna. Piotr and Joanna have their own stories, as do the people that make up the church in which they serve. Life-changing stories. I love to hear the background of their stories, their search for meaning in life, and how they found Jesus to be the answer.  We enjoyed the hospitality and warmth of Piotr and Joanna's home, along with great conversation about life, family, the church, leadership, among other things. We had the pleasure of meeting many of the people that attend the church that Pastor Piotr shepherds. It was a joy to worship with them, where Dennis had the opportunity to preach.

Sharing the transforming message of Jesus Christ is what Pastor Piotr and the church is all about... renewing the face of Poland, one life at a time. In a city where the repercussion of war can still be felt, good things are happening because of the transforming power of Jesus Christ. These are the faces of life change in Krakow, Poland.


Pastor Piotr and Joanna


Edward, former member of the Communist Party, transformed by the love of Jesus. 
Once a part of promoting communist revolutions throughout the world, 
he now passes out the scriptures to people.

Sharing a Polish meal with the church people


The smiling faces of life change.



May God's Spirit continue to descend on this land,
renewing it's face one life at a time by the transforming power of Jesus Christ!

Pray for Pastor Piotr and Joanna, their family, and the continued growth of the church.

11.07.2011

I know it's not Christmas yet, but...

Last week while Evee was still here we decorated for Christmas. I have minimal decorations, but enough. I like it that way. I can store it all on one 2-foot long shelf. The two pictures below are basically what I have, plus I'll hang some garland and lights on the balcony off our second-story flat before Thanksgiving.


Thanks Evee, for helping us decorate!

So, since we're a bit in the Christmas spirit around here, today I couldn't help but  think of the 1822 poem "Twas the Night Before Christmas" as I hung up wash to dry.

"All the stockings were hung on the heat register with care..."
:)

Did you know that prior to this poem Santa Claus 
had never been associated with a sleigh or reindeer?

11.02.2011

Two Holidays in One Week

It's always great to have family visit, but it's always hard to say goodbye. Tomorrow Jamie, Evee, and Iris fly back to the states. Our flat will be too quiet. We will miss the little voices that have filled our home over the past couple weeks.

This afternoon a few tears slipped out as I faced the reality of saying goodbye in the morning. It didn't help that we were decorating for Christmas with holiday music in the background. It's the earliest I have ever put out decorations, but with Evee here, how could we not? Only 5 days after Evee and I carved a pumpkin for Halloween. So, tonight the jack-o-lantern was lit up, along with our Christmas tree that looks a bit like Charlie Brown's.

Papa dancing with the girls


Evee helping Papa make dinner

Papa and Grandma's helper




Sweet little Iris in her new PJ's who napped through the pumpkin carving and Christmas decorating.
So fun to hang out with Jamie... shopping, coffee, lunch out, Dutch Blitz and Speed Scrabble in the evenings, plus a couple at home movies. I will miss her.