Tonight I dared again tonight to reinvolve myself in a social circle I tentatively attempted two-years or so ago.

The Victorian Missionary Kids Network
(erm, or rather TCK’s to introduce you the Third Culture Kid terminology).

A very good experience and I hope to continue going to whatever they do to catch up.

Fantastic to hear a vast number of accents, the meal was prayed for in Spanish! I didn’t really know anyone – Christine I’ve met, and Carrie (the one that did work experience where you are Paul). I spent the first half of the night talking to Kathryn (MK from Benin, West Africa) she’s 17 I think, and much of the other half to Luke who was in South Africa for a while (and I’d guess mid-late 20’s)

Lots of good food, all a little international.

It was more specifically a ‘thanksgiving’ (yes thats right) dinner and a good excuse to get together. Complete with turkey (yum) and pumpkin pie (YUM except I’ve probably had better).

It’s really hard to explain, but I feel vastly more comfortable in an environment like that than say an Australian party/social gathering. There is an entirely different feel – we have a common ground maybe (?), despite many having been in Australia for quite some time and their vast age range.

First questions you get asked aside from your name, “Where were you?/What country?” and “How long have you been back?” There is this fantastic collision of similar experiences of returning and what you miss etc.

It is something I’ve thought about on and off, not for ages and am glad I guess to be re-involved. I shall endeavor to go on their next camp which wont be until 2006 sometime.

Did it make me think of the Solomons? Yes. Did it make me homesick? Not really.

I do miss hearing American accents.

General Life Solomon Islands

I find this song a little strange despite really liking it, if you have any thoughts on the words please leave a comment.

Sister, Mother
Sixpence None the Richer

My life is plagued
By mistakes, broken love, slaps in the face.
But I’m trying to care, to dare to embrace your face.

Hug him like a brother.
Kiss her like a sister.
Let it be my mother for now.

I want to find where the maid in the street
Is pouring her wine.
I heard she takes you in and gives you the words
You need said.

If you’ll be her brother,
She’ll kiss you like a sister.
She’ll even be your mother for now.

Hug him like a brother.
Kiss her like a sister.
Let it be my mother.
Let it be my father.
I will be her brother.
Kiss her like a sister.
Come and be my mother forever.

General Music

I was walking my dog today and thinking a bit more about last night and in particular myself bemoaning my lack of sleep – which is entirely my own fault and how in complaining I missed mentioning the excellent jazz trio.

Moreso the shared enjoyment of it, beyond just Jess.

I can’t believe I forgot to mention them.

I was describing who various people were to Jess in the privacy of the very small kitchen where we were putting the food onto plates to take around. I recognised the cleaner whom I’ve never really met and mentioned him.

It was getting to the end of the ‘festivities’ as the majority of people disappeared before 7:30, Jess and I weren’t doing a whole lot and we found ourselves talking to the cleaner and his wife.

His name was Mike, I didn’t catch his wife’s name. Both short, both stocky. She had a brilliant sense of humor and laughed a lot, he was intense, sure of himself and yet still engaging, optimistic and funny. One of those strange encounters which finds you entirely comfortable and has you talking as if you hadn’t just met them.

They asked what study we were doing, Jess mentioned uni first and later Tabor. They knew Tabor (click ‘here’s a fellow Christian’ radar goes off in both our heads, not that I can read minds) the conversation progressed to 89.9 Light FM, which is where they had heard about Year In the Son.

Jess mentioned something about not being entirely sure that Light was the best thing and perhaps not very effective. They then proceeded to gently but strongly correct her view of Christian Radio with a plethora of stories. From (non Christian) tradies, to druggy neighbours, to friends. We conclusively decided that it definitely has it’s audience. I don’t know if Jess was embarassed or astonished – I think a little of both. I was laughing at her inside and rather awed myself.

Mike went on talking about how he’d reached a point in his life where he was really happy with what he was doing, working in a secular environment where he could have an impact on all those people he came into contact with, while working an unpaid postion in the Church so that the money could go elsewhere. He said he’d reached almost all his goals except for wanting one day to start a church from scratch. I was so impressed with someone at his stage in life (would have been in his 50’s) that thought they hadn’t finished everything they could for the world. I think that as a young person myself I can freely and informatively generalize in that we vastly underestimate older people. I have never really thought about what good I could do at that stage of my life particularly in influencing society. It leaves me with a bit of freedom to think of all the years I have ahead of me. Life doesn’t end at 30.

His wife told us about the numerous opportunities they’ve had just in their neighbourhood to impact people. Opening their garage by just taking some chairs and sitting out there and kids in the area who’d come up to talk and ask questions, whose parents would follow to check out if the adults were ‘okay’. How they had ‘bread days’ and when 60+ people showed up for a free BBQ.

I don’t think I’ve ever been encouraged so much by someone sharing how God has used them while still being entirely humble about it.

Their prime example of who they were as people extended beyond their words, not just in their actions explained. It was for me a very good example of a lasting Christian marriage, they didn’t talk about it, nor did I ask them. It came up briefly that they’d been married about 30 years. I did however notice the surreptitious broad compliments and how they treated eachother. Its a nice thing when you can see two people who love eachother yet aren’t excessively, sentimentally infatuated.

That was Mike and his wife.
I am extremely glad they took the time to talk.

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