Tuesday, February 16, 2010
I really love the fact that my background helped me to be health-conscious as we plan out our meals. While I'm perfectly happy to eat beans every night, Mark has a different opinion. Mark says he has never eaten so little meat until he married me. And I have never eaten so much meat until I became a DeLew. So, we're both doing some growing. Well today I decided to take the plunge and connect to this land known as the Midwest. It's called pork roast. Not just pork roast, but cooking pork roast in a crock pot. And this pork roast included potatos and carrots- my two least favorite cooked vegetables... but I like to please my husband. And let's be honest, things are generally better at the Whipple when he's happy and full :) So, I made the plunge.
This morning before work I threw the onions, potatoes, carrots, garlic, diced tomatoes, and wine (because it's a New DeLew pork roast!), and spices all into this crazy crock pot. As Mark and I left the apartment all bundled up to brave the cold weather, I felt like such a Midwestern Wife. And then encountering the meaty smell wafting through the Whipple after work, I felt even more midwestern. So today was a stretching experience for this New DeLew- using pork roast, crock pots, and potatoes in one meal! The truth is, although I cling to my California roots like it's my job, I must admit that I still enjoyed this midwestern dinner!
So the recipe is as follows (thanks to my wonderful sister Sarah, who was also appeasing her midwestern husband):
Throw a pork roast, 2 chopped potatoes, some sliced carrots, 1-2 onions, 4 garlic cloves, a 15 oz can of diced tomatos, 1 cup of red wine, and tons o' spices into a crock pot. Cook on low heat for 8 hours. Enjoy!
Monday, February 15, 2010
Mark and I walk to the El every day for work, which is a glorious 10 minute walk in the summer. And a hellish 15 minute walk in the snowy winter. The wonderful breeze that wafts through our large windows in the summer? Well, they're a bit drafty in Chicago's tundra. The quaintness of not having a dishwasher loses it's novelty when we're washing dishes from our dinner party of 15 people. So there are pros and cons to any place that you live.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
I had such hope in Saviour (third from the left in the tan hat). He was one of the brightest students in my class. Being a natural leader, all the boys looked up to him and wanted to be around his charismatic aura. Saviour Mwila spoke the best english, finished his math sets quickly, and interacted in ways that made the whole class burst into laughter. And to be honest, he quickly learned how to gauge my patience level, and then push me alittle further. I think it was a game he liked to play with me. 'How to Irritate Madam'. Nevertheless, he had influence over his classmates, so I often looked to him for help in settling the class down. He probably felt sorry for my feable attempts at maintaining class order by using Bemba phrases like 'lekeni ichongo!' and 'umfweni!'
He also was pretty well-off, relatively speaking. Both his parents were alive, and they both worked. When I met with his dad at the end of the term, he was interested in Saviour's education and proud that his son was second in a class of 61 students. With the help of a translator, I explained to Mr. Mwila that Saviour was very bright and could go to college. I pleaded with Mr. Mwila to keep Saviour in school. If Saviour stays in school, he could break the cycle of poverty... That's what I was thinking. That's what I was hoping.
So Saviour stayed in school this past year, and he got the top score for his Grade Seven Exams- meaning that he could go to secondary school- and his parents were going to pay for his annual school fees!
But then sad news, yet again. Saviour died a few days ago from malaria. He had received anti-malarial drugs, but he wasn't improving. He died on the way to the hospital. And my heart breaks.
My friend summarized it well- 'Malaria is the symptom, Injustice is the disease'. And kids are dying because of the disease of injustice. I could go on about the injustices of extreme poverty. How insufficient healthcare, under-resourced schools, malnutrition, corruption, etc are very real symptoms of injustice and evil in our world. If we put it in the theological framework of 'the kingdom of God is already, but not yet', the cycle of poverty is a clear example of the 'not yet'. We have not yet stepped into a place of peace and restoration.
And so we live in this tension. This tension that says we can have hope because redemption and justice will win- and yet in the meantime, Saviour dies of Malaria in 2010, Alex (left) dies of malnutrition in 2009, and the list of injustices continues...
In the midst of this tension, I ache. My heart aches for all of us that are experiencing the 'not yet'. May our aching cause us to act justly, love mercy, and walk humbly with our God.
Monday, February 1, 2010
"Sent-ness" (a made-up word that confusingly sounds like "sentence", and is probably just a euphemism for "purpose")
Being sent. What does that mean to me? I often think of it as a job to do, typical for my task-oriented self. But it’s more than that. It’s part of my identity. As followers of Christ, we are sent out into the world just as He was sent to us.
Sometimes I get frustrated with the question of purpose, of ‘sent-ness’. I feel that Emily and I have been called to
In addition, our occupations are a major component of our sentness. I am learning a lot at my new job, and I am finding out that I enjoy data analytics and driving program improvement in a consultative fashion. In the future, I really want to find an application for this skillset in a more justice-oriented organization. Ideally, both Emily and I would love for our interests, skills, and relationships to be aligned in a dream job with some cutting-edge organization. It’s hard to know if a job even approaching those benchmarks even exists, and it’s hard to know what to do or when to move on in search of that ethereal goal. These conflicting desires make it hard to decide when to visit our friends in
All of this means that it is vital for us to be attuned to the Holy Spirit. These questions of purpose are very important, but they can also be paralyzing if overanalyzed. We want to learn how to live in the present, recognizing the beauty in the mundane, seeing small fruits of the work of the Spirit, while also attentive to major shifts in life down the road according to what, to whom and to where God is sending us.