Blessings in Disguise

"In everything give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you."  I Thess. 5:18

The miles passed quickly as we made our way in the car from Mercedes, in Corrientes, Argentina to Concordia, where we were going to cross the bridge into Salto, Uruguay.  As we approached the bridge, orange cones blocked the access and a police woman stood on the side of the road.

“What is going on?” Anibal asked.  “We’re going to Salto.”

“I am sorry, sir,” she said.  “The bridge is closed for repair.  It will open again in the evening.”

“But these two have to get to Montevideo,” Anibal explained.  “They have a flight out tomorrow.”

The policewoman kindly offered the available choices: 

• Wait until the bridge re-opened and go across then.  We knew that was not a good option because we would miss the afternoon buses to Montevideo.
• Go down to the next bridge which was more than 60 miles away.  That was not a good option for Anibal because it would take him further out of his way and delay his return home.
• Go into the next town to the Navy base where we could catch a boat across the river.

The third option was obviously the best one, so Anibal turned the car around and drove down the road.  After meandering through the town, we eventually found the Navy base where we got out and asked about the schedule.

"The boat just left and the next one is not until 3:00 p.m."

Oh well, there was nothing to do except wait for the next one.  We had plenty of time, so we left the car at the Navy base and headed out on foot to find lunch.  It was not even noon yet and many of the restaurants were just opening.  We walked along the sidewalk and saw one restaurateur setting tables outside.  

"Are you open?" we asked.  

"If you wait just a moment while I finish setting up," the owner replied.

We ordered burgers.  The typical Argentine burger comes with a fried egg on top and lettuce and tomato.  Charlie asked for mustard, but since it is not a normal condiment, we were charged for the entire bottle.  At the end of the meal, I asked about a tip.

"We do not usually do that," Anibal told us.  "Besides, you are leaving behind the bottle of mustard.  Let that be your tip."

Getting to experience a typical Argentine burger was a blessing.  It was a blessing in disguise because it came with a delay in our schedule.  If we had gone across on the bridge or if the boat had not just left, we would not have been able to experience that.

We headed back to the base.  We said our goodbyes to Anibal and continued to wait.  At 3:00 we boarded the boat and headed across the river to Salto.

In Salto, we got a taxi to take us to the bus station.  The taxi driver said to us, “I was born in Salto.  I have lived here all of my life, but I have never taken the boat across to Argentina.”  Without even realizing it, we had experienced what he thought was a novelty.  It was, to be sure, another blessing in disguise.

Days before, when we left Montevideo, we made arrangements with our missionaries there to stay at a hotel near to their home so that we could spend time with them.  Now we were very delayed and had no idea when we would arrive.  We contacted them to let them know they should not expect us.  At this point, we had no idea when we would actually arrive in Montevideo.  Of course, that meant that we had no idea where we would stay that night.

We arrived at the bus station and saw a Days Inn across the street.  An unexpected blessing.  We would not have to worry about having enough money for a taxi.  We could just walk there.  And yes, they had a room available.

In the morning, Charlie and I joined other hotel guests on the tenth floor for a typical Uruguayan breakfast of fruit, pastries and coffee.  After breakfast, I sat at one of the tables with my Bible and notebook in hand and marveled at this blessing in disguise.  Little did we know the night before as we pulled into the city that I would be able to sit on the tenth floor of a high-rise, enjoying my quiet time with the Lord with such a beautiful view around me.

The following day we boarded our plane to return to the U.S.  A few minutes after our scheduled departure, a deep voice came over the intercom.  “This is your captain speaking.  We are sorry for the delay.  There was a problem with a seal.  It is not something that will interfere with our flying, but we need to have the maintenance book signed off before we can fly.  Thank you for your patience.”

A half hour later we were still waiting.  Once again we heard the captain.  “Thank you so much for your patience.  I really thought we would be flying tonight, but because of some very bad weather over the Amazon, we have been informed that we cannot fly the plane with the problem with the seal.  I am so sorry.  This is a surprise to me.  I really thought we would be leaving tonight.”

So we all got off the plane and re-entered Uruguay.  The agent crossed off our exit stamps from a few hours earlier.  We reclaimed our luggage and headed for a hotel for the night.  As we drove through streets that were starting to become familiar, I realized we were heading for a different part of the city.  Now we would receive a night in a beautiful hotel with my loving husband, and even our meals were mostly covered. This was definitely another blessing in disguise.  

Traveling the world has helped us to understand that we can expect changes to our plans.  Yet even so, sometimes our reaction to the change shows that we do not appreciate the change.  We can chafe at the sudden change instead of finding the treasure in the adventure.  Instead of looking for the blessing, we focus on what was lost instead of what we gained.  No wonder we need to be reminded that we are to rejoice in everything.

Thank you, Lord, for your blessings, especially those that come disguised.
  

Uruguay, You Impress Me

Four large numbers on orange cubes marked the gates at Montevideo's airport.  Four gates at this international airport.  Wonderful!  A small airport for a change.  We descended into a modern, clean facility.

At immigration I was immediately impressed by the lack of paperwork.  No forms to fill out and no questions to answer.  The immigration and customs officials were efficient and courteous.  We did not have to open our bags at customs.  They were simply put through a scanner.

At the conference center, the staff was helpful and the meals were excellent.

On our way back from being in Argentina, we needed to cross back into Uruguay by boat since the bridge was under construction.

"Ma'am, may I help you?" a young woman asked as I struggled along the sidewalk with my two suitcases and carry-on in tow.  She took the smaller case from me and we continued on until we got to the boat.  At the boat, a man grabbed my large suitcase and the one she had and carried them both inside.

Wow, I thought.  The people here sure are kind.

When we arrived on the other side, we passed through immigration and customs.  Once again it was quick and efficient.

We walked out into the street.  We were obviously on the outskirts of Salto, the second largest city in Uruguay.  We wondered where we could find a taxi.

"May I help you?" another young woman asked as she saw us looking up and down the streets trying to figure out which way we should go.

"We need a taxi to take us to the bus station," I told her.

She whipped out her cell phone and called a taxi service.  "Just wait here," she said, "and they will be here in about fifteen minutes."  She smiled, tucked her cell phone into her purse and left.  We sat down on a park bench to wait.

The respect for others extends to waiting in line.  For the first time in many years, we saw orderly lines as people waited for buses and taxis.  At the bus station as we were waiting to load our luggage, a teenage girl nearby was obviously perturbed.  "Lots of people, right?" I said to her.

"Lots of people who are not waiting in line," she responded grimly.

The next day we were walking through a park.  An elderly man missed a step, stumbled, and fell. Immediately, people were at his side to check on him and help him up.  In many cities, people would stare but not help,

Unlike in many countries where we travel, we do not stand out as much here.  Everywhere people spoke to us in Spanish instead of assuming that we were North Americans.  In some countries, people talk to us in order to practice their English. Instead, they seemed genuinely concerned about two strangers.  At the bus station, the hotels and even out on the street, people seemed to bend over backwards to be respectful and helpful, even those who were not paid to serve us.

Uruguay, you impressed me.  Or maybe, to put it more correctly, your kind people really impressed me. 

Three Countries in One Day

The alarm’s melody permeated my dreams at 4:45 a.m.  We abandoned the comfort of our beds and twenty minutes later, everything was packed and ready.  I looked across the drive and saw lights in the conference room.  Maybe someone was there getting ready for breakfast, I thought to myself.  Maybe there would be coffee. 

“I’m going over there,” I told Charlie as I pointed to the lighted conference room.  I quickly crossed the driveway in the drizzling rain, with my Bible and notebook in my hand. 

View from the balcony of the conference center.

No one was there.  Teabags and hot water were available, though, so I made a cup of tea and sat down to praise the Lord as I watched the dawn lighten the sky.  Although it was misty and overcast, I marveled at the beauty surrounding me.  I listened as the waves pounded the shore and birds called to each other as they flew overhead.  I thanked the Lord for letting us come to Uruguay.

Before long, a small navy blue SUV arrived.  Anibal Fornazarich, our Uruguayan missionary to Argentina, was at the wheel.  Tied to the top were small suitcases covered over by a blue tarp.  I joined them and helped Charlie take our suitcases to the car.  When they were all loaded behind the back seat, we clambered in next to their teenage son and took off.  A few miles down the road, we heard the tarp flapping loudly.  We stopped and retied the part that had come loose and continued on.

After a while I fell asleep.  The short night was catching up with me.  When I awoke, we had left the city of Montevideo far behind and were surrounded by farmland and sheep and cattle ranches.  If I had forgotten where I was, I might have thought I was in Wisconsin or Ontario. 

“When we get to Rivera” Anibal explained, “we cross over into Brazil.  But it’s a soft border.  You don’t have to worry.  You won’t need a visa.”

When we arrived in Rivera, we wound our way through the city, heading toward downtown.  We stopped at a stoplight.  María, Anibal’s wife, pointed to busy boulevard in front of us.  “This side is Uruguay.  That side is Brazil.  We are now in Uruguay.”

When we crossed to the other side of the boulevard, and María started to laugh.  “And now we are in Brazil.  You could cross back and forth between Brazil and Uruguay many times in one day here.  In fact, most people shop on the Brazilian side because the prices are cheaper, regardless of where they live.”

Brazilian gas was definitely cheaper than Uruguayan gasoline, so Anibal filled the tank, paying with Brazilian Reales.  Then we passed the main plaza in the center of town.  On one corner stood a Uruguayan flag.  On the other flew a Brazilian flag. 

When we left town, the signs along the sides of road in Portuguese let us know that we were still in Brazil.  We drove for almost an hour and made a turn onto another highway.  We passed a sign in front of an unmanned building proclaiming, “Customs and Immigration”.  Evidently, we were returning to Uruguay.

We headed to a home in Uruguay’s northern town of Artigas.  There a group of believers gathered for a service.  What a privilege it was to meet them.  Even though they have no pastor right now, they continue to meet together.  They were excited to hear from a pastor for the first time in a long time.  They “ate up” what Charlie taught.

We left Artigas and passed back into Brazil.  We found a Brazilian steakhouse.  At 10 p.m., it was still the dinner hour, so the restaurant was busy.  We declined the service of “meat on a stick” since the buffet was large without it.  Otherwise they would have kept bringing us steak and chicken from the rotisserie until we were stuffed.  Not only did we not need that much food, we were in too much of a hurry to get to our destination to spend enough time to enjoy such gastronomic delights.

At 11:30, we left the steakhouse and drove back into Uruguay.  We drove on through the darkness, over bridges where the moon shone on the lake.  I wished I could have seen the landscape in the daylight because I could tell that it was beautiful.  I looked in the sky for the Southern Cross but I did not find it.  Two hours later, we approached the Uruguayan/Argentine border.  At the border, the Uruguayan office was closed.  Anibal knew, however, that we needed to document our exit from Uruguay since we would be coming back into Uruguay in order to fly back to the U.S.  If we did not have the exit stamped, we would have to pay a fine.  He got out of the car and asked a policeman what to do. 

“Oh, there is an office open ahead,” he said. 

A mile ahead, a sign indicated where we needed to go.  We got our passports stamped exiting the country.  A couple miles later, we passed into Argentina.  We got out of the car once more and headed into the immigration office.

“Have you paid the reciprocal fee?” asked the agent.

Fortunately I knew that he was talking about the visa and showed it to him.  (Argentina charges the same fee for their visa as the applicant’s country charges for an Argentine to obtain a visa, so instead of talking about a visa, he asked about the fee.)  Our visas from five years ago were still good, so he stamped our visas and we were once again on our way.

Just before 3:00 a.m. we arrived at the hotel where we were staying.  We rapped on the door for several minutes before the night watchman arrived.  We set our alarms for 7:00 a.m. and were so thankful to be able to stretch out in bed.  The long day was over.  Tomorrow was already here.  It was time to get some quick shut eye. 

  

The View from My Office

Normally, my office window looks out on the woods that border our back yard.  I enjoy watching the robins look for food and the blue jays chase each other through the tree branches.  As autumn comes, I can see the changes in the leaves as the woods take on a golden glow.  Now that the day lengths are shorter, I am sometimes already working when the sun rises over the treetops.   It is a peaceful view, and I am grateful for it.

Through the years, however, the view out my “office” window has varied.  Recently it was the view of an airplane wing atop a cushion of clouds on a blue sky since my desk was the tray of the seat in front of me.  

Later that evening, it became the airport as we waited for connections to Uruguay.  Hundreds of people passed by on their way to their gates to fly to places around the world.  Charlie and I sat together working out our presentation for the conference.  After a while, it was time to give up our little table in the "Marketplace" and move to the gate.  There our "office" became a place of rejoicing when Alejandra and Sergio Herrera, our missionaries in Mexico, arrived.  It had been years since I had seen them.

The next day my view changed to that of blue skies, a sandy beach, and a gray-blue bay as I sat at my “desk” in the meeting room of a conference center outside of Montevideo, Uruguay.  What a blessing it was to be surrounded by IPM’s missionaries from all over Latin America as we met for a regional conference.  Some of them we had already met.  Others we were meeting for the first time.  When their voices lifted together in song, it gave me a little glimpse of what a joy heaven will be.

At the end of the conference it changed again. One day it was a panorama of pastoral quietness as we sat in a car for hours driving from Montevideo to the north of Uruguay.  Spring flowers in varying hues of yellow, blue, purple, and peach bordered the roads.  Mile after mile we saw sheep grazing in vast expanses of pastureland.  Then we passed ranches and dairy farms where cattle grazed.  It could have been Wisconsin or Pennsylvania.

Later that week it was the view out a window of a house in a neighborhood of Mercedes, Argentina.  Houses border a dirt road.  Inside the gate, green grass grew and extended outside the gate too.  Dogs barked as they wandered up and down the street.  Inside the living room of this small house more than twenty people gathered to learn about Hermeneutics.  Charlie taught through a translator, a missionary who has been here in Argentina for many years.

Tomorrow it will change again.  Yet in every case, I am grateful.  I have a laptop computer that I can take with me so that I can work from anywhere.  God has given me eyes to see the beauty around me wherever we go in the world, and He has given us opportunities to serve Him in many different places.  What a blessing to have an "office" that changes multiple times throughout the year.  I am blessed.

 

Eight Evidences of Erroneous Education

Thoughts on Teaching Children in the Church

Through the years, I have read many different lessons for children.  I have seen enough problems in teacher’s manuals that I sometimes cringe when I am handed a manual and asked to teach.  Fortunately, people who know me know that I will refer first to the Bible and later to the manual. They expect that, so I am blessed that I am not expected to take the manual and use it exactly as it is presented.

At the same time, I know there are people who may be teaching for the first time.  They will usually take the materials and use them in the way they are presented.  So when I read something that misses the mark, I think of all those teachers who do not realize that the material they have been given is inadequate.  They think they should follow it as written. 

In order to alert teachers to the need to carefully examine their teacher’s materials, let me give you some of the main errors that I see in children’s curriculum.

1. Leave out or undervalue the main point of the Bible story.  What is the main point of the “Feeding of the 5,000?”  It is that Jesus, who looked like just an ordinary man, could take a little bit of bread and fish and feed more than 5,000 people with it.  He was not an ordinary man after all, but the Son of God.  A miracle happened that day!  Yet too often that story, when it is told to children, focuses on the need to share.  The story is not about sharing.  It is about a miracle.  It showed the people the power Jesus had.  We should teach the story with awe and wonder, not make it a moral about sharing.
2. Make the lesson one that will build up the children’s self-esteem by assuring them that they are at the center of God’s love.  Yes, God loves children with a love that goes beyond our comprehension, and nothing can separate a believer from that love.  However, we do not need to encourage a child’s self-centeredness.  Instead, if we help the children to understand God and His amazing plan of redemption, then His grace, mercy and love will naturally create a healthy view of God and a healthy view of themselves.
3.  Focus too much on the human characters instead of the supernatural One.  David killed the giant, Goliath!  Yes, he did.  But David was the first to give credit to the One to whom credit was due.  “I come in the name of the Lord.”  God was the one who put David there that day.  God was the one who gave David the ability to shoot straight.  God was the one who responded to David’s faith.  If we leave out God, why are we asking our children to come to Sunday School?
4. Waste time by using filler that has nothing to do with the main points you are trying to get across.  We have so little time in our children’s ministries that not one minute should be wasted.  Yes, we can teach using games, songs, crafts and other activities.  But we need to ensure that the activities actually teach something important that will help them remember the lesson.  For example, does the song, “Father Abraham” really help to teach children something about the lesson?  When the child walks away from Sunday School, will they go home talking about an amazing God or something much less important?
5. Focus on good behaviors instead of dealing with spiritual issues.  Too many lessons encourage children to act right rather than helping them realize that without God’s grace at work in us, none of us can ever measure up.  God has set a perfect standard before us.  Good behavior is not enough.  When children are old enough to understand their own sinfulness, we need to help them depend upon the God who can change them rather than asking them to change themselves.  We want to see what God can do in their lives, not what self-discipline can do.
6.  “Dumb it down.”  Too many people assume that children cannot learn the great theological truths of God’s Word.  True, it is very hard to teach those truths in simple terms, but if a teacher will give careful thought on how to present those truths, it can be done.  Since children are trusting, they will often believe these truths even more quickly than adults, and those truths will stay with them for a lifetime.
7. Forget about the whole counsel of God.  I have used curriculum that uses the same Bible stories over and over and thereby neglects huge portions of Scripture.  I have been in churches where the same lessons were being taught on Sunday and Wednesday, but the repetition was accidental, not intentional.  There was no attempt to say, “If this child stays in our church until they are eighteen, will they be equipped for adulthood when they are done?”
8.  Ignore the fact that the child is part of a family.  If we are going to do a good job of teaching children, we must also teach the family.  We have very little time with the children who come.  Their families are able to teach much more than we can.  Therefore, we must reach the home and help the parents teach their children.

God has given us a book.  That book is about Him.  When we teach it to children, we need to be sure that we are teaching in such a way that what we teach will not have to be unlearned at a later date.  We want to provide a solid foundation that will last a lifetime.

October Update

October, 2015

Dear faithful friends,

The countdown has begun and preparations are underway.  Tickets are bought.  Packing is beginning,  and we are excited about the opportunities ahead of us.  Please join us in praying about these things.

Travel:

·         October 25 – 26:  Fly to Montevideo, Uruguay.

·         October 30 – November 4:  Travel by car and bus in Uruguay and Argentina.

·         November 4 – 5:  Fly home.

·         November 7 – 8:  Joan flies with her parents to Japan.

·         November 23 – 25:  Joan flies home again.

Conference:  In Montevideo, we will join IPM’s missionaries from all over Latin America for a conference.  This is an opportunity for our missionaries to get some much needed encouragement from the home office and from each other.  It is a chance for us to meet our missionaries face to face and to find out who may want us to come to teach seminars or courses for them.

Teaching and Preaching:  The conference ends on Thursday.  On Friday, we will travel inland to spend some days with one of our missionaries, Anibal Fornazarich, where we will be teaching some seminars.  Pray for effective teaching for both of us and for effective translation for Charlie.  He has been asked to teach on hermeneutics, and that is a hard subject to teach in one language, let alone through an interpreter.  On Sunday we will cross the border into Argentina where we (or maybe just Charlie) will teach seminars for the next few days.  Charlie will also preach, probably both in Uruguay and Argentina.  

Curriculum:  The VBS curriculum that Joan has been working on for a couple years is finally done.  A sample copy in English and one that has been translated into Spanish will be taken to the conference.  There our missionaries will be able to peruse the material and make any necessary changes to the Spanish edition.  After that we have to figure out how to get it into their hands.

Flexibility:  As you may be able to tell, flexibility is necessary.  It is entirely possible that the schedule and subject matter of our teaching will change when we get there.  This has happened before.  Pray that the Lord will use for us His eternal purposes.

Trip to Japan:  Pray for Joan as she accompanies her 90-year-old parents to visit their son and his family who are missionaries in Japan.  This is likely the last trip abroad that they will be able to take.   Pray that it would be a blessing to everyone they meet along the way.  Pray for Charlie as he stays home.  If you would like to have him come and speak while she is gone, it would help the time pass by more quickly.  He is more than happy to travel while she is gone.

Thank you for praying.  We could not do this task without God, and your prayers on our behalf before His throne assure us that He is at work. 

Co-laboring together with you,

Charlie and Joan Farley

Joy in Maine, More Joy in Georgia, and Sorrow in Florida

“Rejoice with them that do rejoice, and weep with them that weep.”  Romans 12:15

Unlike many American families, my siblings are spread across the country and my extended family as well.  We can go months and even years before a family gathering happens.  So the past month has been unusual.  For the past three weekends, I have been with extended family.  

 

Joy. 

Three weekends ago, my brother got married in her church in Maine.  Many people came from nearby and a few from far away.  I had the privilege of traveling with my parents back to Maine, where my heart still is.  My dad officiated. 

 

It was a day of great joy as Steven, who has been looking for his match for many years, found it in a beautiful woman in Maine.  She is tall, athletic, intelligent, and a woman of great character who loves the Lord deeply.  

Many of her friends and relatives were there to celebrate with her and her family.  Several of my siblings were there as well as one cousin who drove in from New Hampshire. Some of my friends are also Tara’s friends, so I was able to reconnect with them as well.

More joy.  

The following weekend our family gathered in Georgia to celebrate my parents’ 90^th birthdays.  Dad is six days older than Mom, so both of their birthdays happen later this month.  In order to make it easier for people to attend, we decided to hold the celebration on the Saturday before Labor Day.  Invitations were sent out a while ago.  Their church offered to provide the meeting space, the food, and the flowers.  

All of us took part in making it a success.  My older sister decorated.  My younger sister provided the desserts.  The brothers sang.  (My youngest brother, who is a missionary in Japan, was unable to make it, so Charlie provided the fourth voice in the quartet.)  

We also read through a timeline of each of their lives.  For each of them, it was a demonstration of God's grace and their faith in that great God.

More than one hundred people attended.  Two of Dad’s siblings came up from Florida.  Some of their nieces and nephews came from as far as California.  A granddaughter came from Kuwait and a grandson from England.  Many of their church came as well as former colleagues from AMG.  It was a great day for us to celebrate lives that have been lived by faith in a great God.

 

The following day, Steven and Tara held a reception for those who were not able to attend the wedding.  They played a video of the ceremony and we ate lunch together.  Steven shared some precious words about his bride.  Again, it was a day of great joy.

Sorrow.   

This weekend my parents and I traveled to Florida to spend some time with my dad’s family.  My youngest uncle, Uncle David, was dying of cancer, and we wanted to see him before he died while he could still talk with us.  We drove down on Saturday and spent the night with another uncle.  On Sunday we went to church where my cousin’s husband pastors and they invited us to their house for lunch along with a bunch of others.

It was after 2:00 when we left my cousin’s home.   I called Aunt Edna to ask if it was a good time to come.  She warned us that he was now sleeping a lot.  When we walked in, we hugged her and began talking with her in quiet voices, while Uncle David lay in a hospital bed there in the living room.  I hoped that he would awaken so that we could at least talk with him a little, but he continued to lie there.  After a while I got up to stand by his bed.  He was quiet, almost too quiet.  We asked her about that.  

“He’s been like that for a couple days now,” she said.  "He wakes up long enough to drink a little and then goes back to sleep."

After a while Dad said it was time to leave.  Mom and I got up and went to the hospital bed once more and stood on either side.  He had not moved at all since we had arrived.  I reached out and touched him.  He was cold to the touch.  Mom and I both looked for a pulse.  There was none.  Aunt Edna came over and touched him too and agreed.  He was gone.  He had evidently slipped quietly away while we were there.

Joy in glory for him.  Sorrow for us who remain.  Dad came over and prayed.  Tears fell.  We will miss this great man who touched all of our lives in great ways.  

Thank you, Lord, for the privilege of knowing and loving him.