It’s Not Easy Bein’ Green

I’m going to talk to you today about a subject that is consistently on the hearts and minds of everyone in Japan: garbage.  No, it’s true.  It HAS to be because it has recently become more complicated than ever to throw anything away.  Many of you have heard that Prime Minister Hatoyama recently pledged for Japan to reduce its greenhouse gas emissions by 25%.  A bold move which reinforces Japan’s reputation as a leader in the worldwide effort to save the planet.  Many of you are also pretty skeptical of such a dramatic pledge.  Is it all talk?  Maybe.  But judging from the 7 – count ‘em, SEVEN – different bags (each for a different type of garbage) that are currently sitting in my kitchen, I’d have to say he’ll at least make some sort of impact.

The Orange Bag: used for burnable garbage.  If it’s paper or food, toss it in.  Included are such inexplicable items as VHS tapes, CDs, and leather (only) shoes.  The Orange Bag pickup is every Monday and Thursday.

The Silver Bag: used for empty spray cans.  Even without the CFCs, they’re still causing problems. Pickup is also every Monday and Thursday, which makes me wonder how many spray cans people around here are throwing out.

The Purple Bag: used for items like noodle containers (good ol’ Cup Noodle), empty snack bags (like Doritos or shrimp chips), and egg cartons.  As long as it has the little “Pura” mark in the recycle triangle, you can toss it in this one.  You can also throw out your old supermarket plastic bags, or “soo-pah” bags as they call them here.  Pickup is the 1st and 3rd Friday of the month.

The Green Bag: used for plastic drink bottles.  This one is really fun because there are so many steps to it.  First, you remove the cap and throw that in the Orange Bag (I think, or maybe it’s the Purple one).  Then, you remove the label and definitely throw that in the Purple Bag.  Then, you have to wash out the bottle.  After that, you are free to dispose of it in the Green Bag.  See how easy it is to save the environment?  Pickup is the 4th Wednesday of the month.

The Blue Bag: used for aluminum cans and glass bottles.  I have no sarcastic comments for this one because I’m just relieved we don’t have to separate the glass and aluminum, resulting in yet another bag.  Pickup is the 1st and 3rd Wednesday of the month.

The Brown Bag: used for broken things that can hurt you.  Broken glasses, broken dishes, broken flower pots, and something called “kairo” which doesn’t look harmful at all based on the little picture.  I will have to look it up to see what it is so that if I ever have to throw any kairo away, I will know to put it in the Brown Bag.  Oh, and paper can go in this bag, too, because you’re supposed to wrap the broken things up before you throw them in.  Pickup is (are you ready?) the 3rd Wednesday of the 3rd, 6th, 9th and 12th months only.  Yes, I’ve actually started marking the garbage days on my calendar.

The Red Bag: used for pretty much everything else.  Hair dryers, batteries, frying pans, umbrellas, you name it.  All the things that didn’t do much to improve the environment by being created can now be tossed in a bag together to continue to not do their part.  Pickup is the 2nd Wednesday of the month.

Coming from a country where we are free to throw whatever we want into the same bag, or at best throw all recyclables into the same blue bin for someone else to sort out, you can imagine that this seems a little overcomplicated.  And a bit headache-inducing.  Keep in mind that Japanese apartments are fairly small, so having half my kitchen overrun with bags is not really ideal.  But I suppose that since Japan is an over-crowded island with absolutely nowhere to escape to when the ocean inevitably starts rising and engulfing the coasts, it makes sense that they worry so much about garbage.  So I will be a good little alien and do my best to separate my garbage.

I would like to know, though, how many bags do you think Al Gore has in his kitchen?

You’ve Got Mail

OK, cute story time.  At my apartment building, all the doors have mail slots on them.  This is in addition to a mailbox in the main lobby.  The mail slots usually receive sales flyers and the like that are delivered door-to-door (which is legal here).  So you can imagine my surprise when my roommate checked the door box and told me I had a letter.  It was from my little neighbor, Ayako.  She’s 4.  I don’t know what inspired her to write a letter to me, especially since we see each other often either in the neighborhood or at church.  But I’m glad she did because it just made my day.  It was in an envelope that said “To Jen” on the front and “Ayako” on the back.  It was sealed with a little fall-themed sticker (a leaf?  a mitten?).  And inside was a piece of notebook paper (partly torn on one side – it must have been a little tough for her to rip it out of the notebook evenly).  She drew a picture of (I think) me and her.  I’m pretty sure I’m the one with the dangly earrings.  Below it was written “Jen” and above it was written “You are pretty!”, although this last looks curiously like her mother’s handwriting.  The rest of the paper is covered in little stickers.  Doesn’t that just make you smile?  It’s SO going up on my wall at work.   And Amy E., if you read this, it TOTALLY reminded me of you and your girls :)

Aftermath

As a follow-up to the Partner Mission Summit 2009, each member of the team was asked to write a report of their experience.  I gave myself a week to process everything, to let things sort of simmer.  And after being removed from the situation and looking at things from a slightly different angle, I guess this is what I would say:

God always knows better than me.  Although this isn’t new information, I think it’s a truth that was perfectly illustrated by my involvement in this trip.  I admit it- I didn’t want to be a part of the PM team.  I wasn’t asked to pray about being involved.  I wasn’t asked my opinion at all.  Instead, I was told I would be a member of the team.  If I had been given a choice, I would have said no.  Never once did I feel a tugging to go.  Even in my prayer times, I never felt a definite call.  But I knew I had to be obedient, I had to submit.  So submit I did.  I wasn’t angry or bitter.  I was just apathetic.  So no one was more surprised than me to experience the intense camaraderie, fellowship and Christian love that were so abundant during this trip.  I was astounded by the passion that the teams had (have) for the Partnership.  It was so clear that everyone greatly valued the Partnership and wanted to come up with the best possible plans for its future.  Not only was it evident in the discussion times, you could hear it in their prayers and in the worship times.  You knew that these people were there because they loved God and cared so much for the GMIP.

I also was surprised by how great it felt to see some of the people from PM 2007.  I realized that I had missed these people, even without having felt that in the past 2 years.  It was strange to feel this way.  Can you feel homesickness for people?  That would be the best way to describe it.  Only I didn’t realize it until I saw them again.  It’s like going to a family reunion, and you’re the member who hasn’t really kept in touch with anyone.   But nobody says a word about that.  They’re all just really happy that you came.  And then you realize just how much you’ve missed your family.

So I guess what I’ve brought home with me is, first of all, a new passion for the GMIP.  I always felt the GMIP was important, that it was doing good things.  But I don’t think I felt a passion for it.  I have that now.  And secondly, a renewed determination to stay in touch with people.  Relationships are always hard work, but they’re even harder when they are with people overseas.  But they’re also really worth the hard work.100_1649100_1681100_1695100_1698100_1719100_1726100_1747100_1818100_1906100_1823100_1926100_1766



Impressions

I just got back a few days ago from a week-long missions trip in Seoul, Korea.  There is so much to process!  But it has been impressed on me once again how very big the family of God is.  It was so great to see people from PM 2007, and also to meet lots of new people.  I felt so connected to everyone.  To know that we are all unified in Christ, even though we just met, is absolutely mind-blowing.  I was so sad to leave, and that really surprised me.  I know that God is not calling me to serve in Korea, but I would love to plan a short trip to visit everyone again without the hectic schedule.  I understand now what Paul meant when he would say in his letters how much he missed everyone, how he longed to see them again.  It was such a blessing to spend a week with my brothers and sisters, and it’s a privilege to continue praying for them.

Retreat Center roommates

Retreat Center roommates (from left: me, Amy, Esther, Hea Youn, Keren, Genny Rose)


Refreshing Rain

You know how it usually gets really humid right before it rains, and then it rains and takes the humidity away and it feels SO good?  This is not the case in Osaka.  Here it gets really humid right before it rains, and then afterward it gets really, REALLY humid.  It’s as if the rain, instead of soaking into the ground like it’s supposed to, just lays there and rises back up as steam.  On the upside, my skin has never looked so good…

Are those your new pants?

I know how you all love my stories about funny cultural or language differences, so here’s my latest.  In my kids’ class this afternoon, we were learning the conversation, “Are those your new sneakers?”  “Yes, they are.”  “They’re nice.” We were substituting other clothing items, like boots, shoes, and of course pants.  It seemed like every time we got to pants, though, that the students would kinda laugh.  I really couldn’t figure out what was going on.  What’s funny about pants?  The picture was just plain old blue pants, so they couldn’t be laughing at that.  I gave up and just plowed ahead with the lesson and just chalked it up to one of those many little things that I just miss.  Then the helper, Mrs. Taniguchi, walked in and heard what was going on.  She looked at my confused expression and kindly explained that in Japan, “pants” is the word they use for underwear.  I felt really sorry for the little girl that got stuck with the pants card in the game we played.  No wonder she looked so embarrassed!

Influenza/Influence

You know, I’m a little worried.  Yao City schools cancelled their classes all this week due to the flu.  I heard it called a “pandemic” on the news.  But then I heard (also on the news) that this flu that everyone is panicking about is really pretty weak, no worse than the regular flu.  It’s just very contagious.  So everyone is walking around wearing masks.  At prayer meeting tonight, we were given instructions on how to wash our hands and to get plenty of rest.  But the reason I’m worried is not that I will catch this flu.  I’m worried because everyone seems to be overreacting.  But it makes me wonder, am I underreacting? Maybe I need to be more worried about this.  I just can’t see the point of worrying about something that you really can’t prevent.  Now matter how much I wash my hands, or how much I stay locked inside my house, if I’m going to get the flu, I’m gonna get it.  And is that so bad?  It’s the flu for crying out loud.  I know, I know, people have died.  Well, try drinking some fluids so you don’t dehydrate!  Gee, if you have a really high fever, maybe you should go to the doctor. Is it me, or have we let the media influence us so much that we’ve forgotten common sense?

Hungry

Today, we had our first Young Ladies Bible Study at Grace. In American terms, it would be the College/Career Women’s Bible Study, but here they call College/Career the Youth Group. Which is just weird, especially since some of the members are literally in their 50’s. I guess they think you are young until you get married. Then magically you become an Adult :)
Anyway, I was surprised to find out that A) only one of them had ever been involved in a Bible study before this and B) that none of them have a study Bible, and that Japan doesn’t even really have them. I know that Grace doesn’t have any Bible study groups now, but it sounds as if they never really have. This was part of the reason we started this one. The most they’ve ever done is take a class where a pastor lectures and they take notes. They were so excited, and had so many things to say. And so many questions! Since they don’t have study Bibles, they don’t have access to the maps, notes, etc. that I have taken for granted. But I guess since there are so few Christians in Japan (about 1% of the population is Christian), there just isn’t a market for them. I never realized before that a developed country that has religious freedom could have this problem. It was so encouraging to be a part of a group being introduced to materials and information they’ve never known before. They were so hungry for it, and it made me hungry. I seriously can’t wait until our next meeting!

Beauty

Exquisite beauty

Exquisite beauty

I wish that I could describe the exquisite beauty of the sakura.  But mere words will never be enough.  I can’t explain the swelling in my heart when I see the delicate blooms swaying gently on the end of a branch.  Or the bittersweetness of the petals wafting down, carried along by the breeze.  Long after I leave Japan, and sights and sounds are fading from my memory, I hope that I will still be able to recall these beautiful sights and the overwhelming emotions that accompanied them.

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Petals on the water

Petals on the water


The Big Question

Sometimes my naivety is astounding.

I just spent some time back home for the first time in 15 months (!), and the Big Question was: Are you going to stay in Japan longer?  And I have to admit, that was the Big Question that I had hoped would be answered during this trip.  I somehow got it in my head that if I felt out-of-place, then that meant that I was supposed to stay in Japan longer than my contracted 2 years.  And truly, I think that was my desire.  So I neglected to plan for the opposite response – feeling ike I never left in the first place.  Guess which one it ended up being?

I seriously don’t know why I bother.  Every time I think I have it all figured out, God throws in some kind of monkey wrench and completely messes up my plan.  I suppose it’s His way of reminding me who’s in control here.

So the answer to the Big Question is…I don’t know.  Honestly, I have no idea.  My friend Sarah asked me if I was only saying “I don’t know” so I wouldn’t have to go into any deep conversations, or if I truly don’t know.  A valid question.  But even to my closest of confidantes, I have to say I have no idea at this point what I will do next March.  But I promise I’ll keep you posted as God reveals His plan to me.


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