When we arrived on the field (Spain) over thirty-one years ago, we didn’t know a word of Spanish. We didn’t know anything about the
culture. We had never tasted so many cold dishes made with fish. We had no
cross-cultural experience. We were “dummies.”
We plunged in! We went to language school. At our first
lesson, the teacher bounded into the classroom and said, “Yo soy Carlos.” (I am Carlos.) We
looked at him and at each other and shrugged our shoulders. He left the room.
Soon, he walked in again and said, “Yo soy Carlos.” We had no idea what he meant! He left.
Shortly, he came in again and said it again. I understood “Carlos,” grabbed my
husband’s arm, and said, “His name is Carlos!” And so it began.
Our co-workers left for a furlough when we had been in
Spain only eight months. We couldn’t yet speak in decent sentences. Our Spanish
was more point and grunt than actual Spanish. We were left with no other
English speakers and the native Spanish pastor. Thankfully, he and his wife
were patient and kind, and they helped us with our Spanish errors—constantly,
as you can imagine.
I learned about Spanish foods and cooking, and in a year
or so, my tortillas—something like a potato omelet—didn’t fall apart.
Sometimes, the natives didn’t know who made them. (I took that as a
compliment.) I learned a lot about cooking methods from the Spanish pastor’s
wife. I’d stand beside her in the kitchen while she cooked, and I’d ask
questions. It was a vital part of my education.
I tried so hard to be Spanish that our children had never
even tasted such American foods as green beans, hamburgers, and French fries. (They
loved olives, though!)
Five years later, we took our first furlough. Reverse
culture shock was never so strong! People speaking English! My in-laws treated
our family to a meal at MacDonald’s, and our kids only liked the French fries.
It was so embarrassing. We went to our mission board’s family week, and our
daughter was puzzled with most of the food. It didn’t look like anything she’d
ever seen, and it was served cafeteria style. What should she choose? Even a
dinner roll was different. Our daughter spoke better Spanish than English, and she
spoke English with an accent. People tried to get her to talk, so they could
laugh. (She was five and a half.) She refused to speak. It was awful!
We survived furlough, which ended up being a long one for
need of more support and a surgery. We had to reapply for visas. By then, we
were accustomed to the States and our son was talking in English sentences.
Back to Spain, and we returned to our calling and “our”
world. Our son soon picked up Spanish, and our Spanish normality resumed. (We
still didn’t eat hamburgers.)
I think we tried
too hard.
You see, the natives know we’re not Spanish. Every native knows we’re not Spanish. We
don’t look Spanish. We talk with an English accent. We didn’t even understand
how to dress Spanish at first.
We found we couldn’t be what we’re not. And, we learned
over time that we were losing our own heritage, our own identity.
I’m afraid we do this in the spiritual realm as well.
We try so hard to fit in and to adapt—to whatever is
around us—that we lose the most important thing: our own relationship with God.
It’s just that the vertical relationship (between us and God) is more important
than any horizontal relationship (between us and others). Yet, we let the most
important thing slide because of everything and everyone around us.
Just as we tried to be Spanish and couldn’t, we fail when
we try to do it all right around us, and we forget the first thing, the most
important thing.
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Martha is preparing supper. Jesus is there. She knows He’s God, and she trusts Him with all of her being. She loves Jesus, and she’s preparing supper for Him. She goes to a little extra trouble, as He is their most honored Guest.
Mary sat at Jesus’ feet, and heard his word.
Martha asks Jesus to send her
sister to help her. (Isn’t it strange she doesn’t say to Mary, “Please come and help me?” Is it because she appeals to
Jesus’ authority?)
Jesus replies, Martha, Martha, thou art careful and troubled about many
things: But one thing is needful: and Mary hath chosen that good part, which
shall not be taken away from her.
- Both women are in God’s presence, but one is listening to Him.
- Both women are serving Jesus, but one is worshiping.
- Both know Him well, but one is doing what’s needful.
I wonder if sometimes—many times—we get so involved in
adapting, language-learning, and in service to God that we don’t take time to
sit at Jesus’ feet and drink in His Words. I don’t mean we don’t entertain Him
at all. I mean we don’t bask in His presence. We just don’t worship at His
feet.
May we, in this New Year 2016 recover that one thing that’s needful, that good part.
God bless you!
Have a Happy New Year!
(The story of Jesus with Mary and Martha is from John
10:38-42.)
Excellent! Thank you so much for sharing your insights. We do lose our identity in trying to find it!
ReplyDeleteAn excellent post.
ReplyDeleteThank you Lou Ann, this was much needed. God bless you and your family this coming year.
ReplyDeleteThank you Lou Ann, this was much needed. God bless you and your family this coming year.
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful analogy! Thank you!
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