date night

last night we had a lovely evening in the city with sandy and narelle.  in the morning the four of us traveled across to the far east to bcv (bible college of victoria) for us to speak at a global update mission seminar.  sandy and narelle had lunch with close friends.  geoff and i returned to the city via the train for the afternoon so he could meet up with an old friend and mentor, dave fuller.  while they spent time together, i shopped around melbourne central and read a book at handsome cafe at the state library called mr tulk.

we went down to south bank for a beer (our very favorite being little creatures, a brew out of perth) and a meal at the blue train.  we sat on the balcony and looked out over the yarra river as the city lit up and changed from day to night.  melbourne has a stunning skyline.  after an hour in traffic, sandy and narelle joined us for dinner.  the food was very good (geoff was glad to be eating again).  we finished up quickly and enjoyed the walk to the mcg to see the pies play richmond.  the pies lost and so they should have.  they played an embarrassing round of footy.  being at the match was worth it because rel and i got to talk for a few hours about everything from papua new guinea's government to raising kids.

the evening is a treasured memory for the four of us who, over seven years, haven't had much time together.  and, it was a final night of enjoying this outstanding city we love.

the gift of fruit

grandma and georgie arrived in melbourne from country victoria laden with citrus fruit from the garden. they carried kilos of lemons, lemonades (cross between lemon and orange), tangerines and oranges, all grown in their backyard. straight away, i ate a tangerine and the concentrated smell and taste of just-picked citrus fruit overwhelmed my senses. i had no idea how good one could taste. it's been a long time since i've had anything as local, as close to the tree and as good.

the last of

we're saying goodbye to people, places and routines of our life here in oz.  it is a strange thing to go through this is "the last time..." when we've been here only temporarily, yet long enough to belong to a place and a set of relationships.  yesterday, we were racing around taking care of things - last book drop to the library, last petrol fill-up of the beloved jellybean, last shop at my favorite little fruit & veg market.  last night, as a family we watched a very funny aussie show called "thank god you're here."  i said to kath, "we won't be here for this next week."  sad and eager - opposite emotions dwelling together in us.  friday night geoff and i are excited to go to our last pies game at the g.  over the weekend we'll cherish our last moments with family.  tuesday we leave.  five more sleeps.

last wattle

more from isaac

lately, isaac is saying more, asking more questions, and pronouncing things with greater clarity.  last week, before we were all sick, we were out on a walk (when all the good conversation seems to happen) and isaac asked me:

"how are babies made?"

after a long pause i said, "when a mommy and dad love each other, god gives the mommy a little seed and after nine months a baby comes out."

isaac thought about that time span for a minute and said, "when i'm a daddy, i'm going to have a baby in 10 minutes."

"isaac, only mommies have the babies" i said.

"then when i grow up i'm going to be a lady."

 

two days ago, i thought we'd reached a much-longed for milestone when isaac said "i don't like superman anymore."  instantly i thought great, let's move on.  so the next day i was a bit disappointed when he requested his superman pajamas.  i said to him, "but you don't like superman anymore and anyway, those pajamas are so daggy" to which isaac pleaded, "but i like daggy pajamas."

 

tonight, as i was putting isaac to bed (after doses of panadol, antibiotic and a vicks rub) he was coughing and coughing.  earlier in the evening i had given him a cough lolly (cough drop).  i said "i think you need another cough lolly."  isaac said, "yes, two cough lollies in one day...lucky me."

the holy word

several weeks ago at st martin's (while billy was with us) we  heard the most tender and joyful reading of scripture.  a small woman in her 50s came up to the front and opened her tattered bible - i noticed it was full of bits of paper and missing its front cover.  i also noticed that she was rugged up for winter but nothing she wore was new or matched.  her eyes were filled with light and she smiled like a girl.  her face was glorious.  it turns out she was of egyptian descent. 

she started in the book of kings.  her voice undulated with joy through a long and dry passage.  at one point she stumbled on her words and said "i'm sorry, it's just that i'm so happy" (i've never heard that said from a reading of an old testament passage).  she went on to read verses out of galatians.  someone in the congregation sneezed and she paused from her reading to say "bless you" very gently.  finally, she ended with a gospel reading from luke and as she read the parable from jesus, tears streamed down her face.  when she finished, the room was completely still.  truly we were present to a profound holiness in her and a childlike love of god that held us captive.

restlessness

for the last several days, the three of us have been sick with colds and housebound.  in addition, the wilson family has been weathering particularly rotten jetlag - 10 hour time difference that has them up all hours of the night.  so together, we've been relaxing, catching up, reading, watching tv, playing games, knitting and a bit bored, which leads us to do this kind of thing to our child

we've finished most of our packing, consolidating, and organizing for london and our final trip home.  we've already said most of our good-byes.  today geoff's grandparents pass through town for a day on their way to perth.  certainly they will enjoy the chance to see grand- and great-grandchildren together.

the black swan

here's a curious australian creature.  there are many black swans making their homes near my parent's home.  we have enjoyed occasionally taking some stale bread to feed them.

a movement of locavores

some folks in our community in lexington are reading barbara kingsolver's recent release, "animal, vegetable, miracle" together to talk about what it would mean to commit to eating locally (some know it as the 100 mile diet).  on our way to perth, i had a chance to catch up on some newspaper reading and the age featured an article on kingsolver and her book.  in the interview, she explained the process and experience of eating locally for a year.  it is especially telling to hear of these things not from the perspective of an accomplished author, but a mother -

"'We did it for our heads and our tastebuds, says Kingsolver.  'It's not just bad manners, it's plain stupid to keep treating the planet the way we are.  Using 100 calories of fossil fuel to deliver one calorie of food is its own commentary.  We are running out of fossil fuels.  We need to stop denying this and embrace the shift.  My kids' generation will have to figure out a different way to eat, otherwise they won't eat.'"

"'Eating is political.  It is an agricultural act. [see Wendell Berry]  It's the one conscious choice we have to make every single day.  It's the only one.  It's the point of intersection with the economy we are required to make daily.  So it's a political choice to decide which part of the economy we are going to intersect with.'"

"'We need to eat mindfully, using that knowledge and money to invest in our local food economy.  When we buy food locally we are keeping our money in the local neighborhood, keeping those spaces around our towns green, improving food security and we are doing what's best for our bodies and our palates.'"

we think it is not only wise, but a great privilege to begin thinking and living toward this before we no longer have a choice.

some quotes from jackie

during the UNOH weekend we had the disturbing pleasure to hear jackie pullinger speak multiple times.  this woman is something else.  her message, which comes out of 40 years in hong kong working in some of the toughest conditions of mission, is often polarizing - either it rivets people to respond or repulses people to anger.  all i know is that she has a remarkable perspective.  here are a few choice statements she made:

"self-pity is an extremely unattractive quality in missionaries."

"the devil wants to convince you that dying is the worst thing."

"it is very much easier to do what god made you for than not."

in reference to her life-long commitment to hong kong she said, "i really liked being there.  this is not brave me.  i gained everything by leaving (the UK for hong kong).

"we are impatient because we expect to see fruit from our labors.  if we try to justify our journey then we are lost."

"the opposite of patience is not impatience, but unbelief."

time with family

yesterday the wilson family landed in melbourne after a long trip from africa.  they've spent the last month in south africa and lesotho visiting family and supporters during a time of furlough.  we are thrilled to spend our final 10 days in australia with them.  after one month in australia, they will return to papua new guinea to resume their mission work there.  isaac adores his cousins, rachel and meggy, and the rest of us love watching them play together.  these next days will serve as stored up treasure for the future and the extended gaps between being together.