Monday, September 29, 2008

"Internationals"

Photo caption: Not a people group

At the conference I attended this last week four men were asked to represent the "majority world harvest force," which is current jargon for the mission movement that has grown up (from practically nothing before the 1980s) in Asia, India, Africa, and Latin America. Nowadays there are way more of "them" than of us, which is as it should be - notwithstanding we all bring something to the table.

The guy representing Asia was from the Philippines. He knew he had a hard job to try to represent Asia. Just representing China would be difficult - or just Indonesia. Some of the other countries are a bit more homogeneous, but you certainly can't average them all together and come out with something meaningful and say this is what Asians are like.

Somehow the way my brain is mapped, this connected with something I ran into in my travels this summer.

When I showed up for my first visit to the research team in "River City," they let me know they had described me as their teacher and that it might be a good idea to allude to other places I had lived and done research. They felt this would help my credibility and, by extension, theirs. As a result of the "teacher" title (and/or my advanced age, relatively speaking?) I was thereafter treated as the most honorable member of the party.

But when I started chatting about other places I'd been, as I had been encouraged to do, I realized I was falling back on a misplaced assumption... that these folks were "internationals." That because they were interested in hearing about me (a person from America) and talking about themselves (people from this particular city and culture) they would have some interest in other parts of the world as well.

But they didn't. In most cases their eyes glazed over fairly quickly if I got off on some tangent about something I'd experienced or learned in India, or Central Asia. Once, when I spoke about to a visit to Tun'isia, my bright, educated host admitted he didn't realize it was an Arab Muslim country.

Just because we meet people in other countries (or from other countries), that doesn't make them "international." They may identify with only one nation, their own. And in kindness or curiosity they might express interest in yours as well. Whether it goes beyond that really depends on the person.

Saturday, September 27, 2008

Health Care vs. Health Insurance

I hope the debate about how to see that more people in the US have access to affordable health care acknowledges the difference between affordable health insurance and affordable health care. I don't know about yours, but my insurance works more or less like the mafia.

When I first began life as a grownup I bought a 'catastrophic'-type health insurance policy. You pay a little bit of money every month and don't get much for it, but if you're really in trouble, they do the heavy lifting. Then for years I was on an HMO - we paid quite a bit, but that covered almost everything; we just made small co-payments for services and prescriptions.

I'm just learning how things work with a PPO system, and the one we have does not impress me. The company rep who came to explain it to us and even the guys in our HR dept in HQ like to talk about all the stuff it covers. I have submitted a couple of claims and wondered how long it would take for my reimbursements to come back.

But silly me, I didn't realize it's really just the same as that catastrophic policy I had long ago. You make your payments, and then you ALSO pay for your own health care on top of that - unless you have some huge catastrophe or long-drawn-out illness, in which case they start picking up expenses. It's unlikely I will ever top the $1000/year deductible. Which means the question of what procedures or percentages the policy "covers" are moot.

Only now, what I used to pay for a year of my catastrophic policy is the same as the cost of just one month of this one.

OK, my company pays, technically, it's true: this is a "benefit." But since we all raise our own financial support - including salaries, benefits, travel, retirement, and employer- and employee-side taxes - one feels these things a bit more keenly. At times, over the years, I've found it helpful to think: wow, this is a big expense, but my supporters, they're so generous, they want me to have this. It is hard to maintain that attitude when it becomes clear that I don't have anything. The insurance companies are the ones enjoying my "benefit."

My mother - a very sensible woman - reminds me that it is far better NOT to get one's money's worth when it comes to insurance. True. I'm glad to be healthy.

Thursday, September 25, 2008

Notes from the Missiologists' Pow-Wow

One of the tribes I belong to is the tribe of missiologists - people interested in studying and leading others in thinking about the assumptions and implications associated with the way we do things in this whole business of cross-cultural mission. A mouthful, isn't it? I love that kind of stuff though.

In this country, many of these folks belong to one or more of several organizations that are holding concurrent annual meetings right here in Colorado. Let's avoid names - I'd rather not have this pop up on people's search engines.

The last time I went to one of these meetings, it was sponsored by two of these three organizations; drew much the same crowd. That time I was quite nervous. I had been pressured into writing a paper to present at the local chapter of one of the organizations, and quite without my knowledge agreeing to do so meant my paper would be considered for presentation at the national gathering. When I got a letter saying, more or less, "Congratulations! You've been selected to present your paper.... we'll expect you there," I groaned... quite resented the fact that accepting the honor was going to cost me $1000 in airfare, hotels, and conference fees.

I also thought: I'm not going to know these people or fit in with them. The presenters are all Dr. this or Dr. that, and the people who attend are mostly mission agency executives, maybe a few wives. Is there really a place at the table for some girl who isn't even "Director" or "Vice President" of anything, and only has a Bachelor's degree?

What I didn't realize then, I see clearly now:
  • The people who come to these events are all called to the same purposes that I am.
  • Most are skilled and experienced in seeing and believing in the potential of people - especially younger coworkers. That's a big part of why they are leaders.
  • They are also very comfortable reaching out and building new relationships - they are friendly.
  • And even if they include more men than women, at this level, women are more than welcome at the table and are treated as equals and colleagues. (Now, if we could just do something about the fact that they aren't missed if they aren't there!)
So, here I am again. This time not $1000 poorer, since I didn't have to fly, and got a cheaper hotel.

And the man in the picture "with" me? Call him a tribal leader. He's receiving a lifetime achievement award tonight. When I signed up for the conference - since I had no responsibilities to lead, teach, or manage anything - I wrote to the conference organizers asking what I could to do help. To my amusement I was asked to fetch the painting of this good man from the keeping of someone in a nearby city and arrange to have it framed. So I did that, and Dr. W. spent a good part of this last week in my living room. Wouldn't he be surprised to know?

The leader of one of the organizations sponsoring this event is someone who used to have a close relationship with Caleb, our dear-departed ministry, but I wasn't sure he'd know me. That I'm identified with a larger organization and only just now beginning to untangle the branding/identity mess we've made in the last couple years does not help. I've been pleasantly surprised. SM greeted me warmly last night, with effusive thanks for my help in the framing project.

There are lots of other people I knew before and others I've gotten to know through events like this. And the five representatives of the organization I'm now with are warm towards me as well. The man they call "Uncle Jack" was clearly uncomfortable with a handshake, expecting (and receiving) from me a hug. He wasn't the last.

Another colleague whom I saw last night is one I owe a phone call - yeah, thank you, Lord, we can work out our business face to face! She was helping at the book table for this event, and said: "Hey, where's your book!" rather loudly and repeatedly. "Why isn't it here?" It was a matter of moments before I worked a deal with another colleague and they are now selling my book - I had a stash of them purchased at author pricing in the trunk of my car. Wow, that was easy.

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Personality

Fiona, a fellow blogger who lives in Paraguay, wrote quite a good post about what life is like for people who are introverted - particularly in missionary situations. I am an extrovert (albeit mildly so) and needed the reminder that people who do not behave as I would, or as others might tend to expect them to, may be "not wrong, just different." Thanks, Fiona!

It's funny, isn't it, how cross-cultural differences go clear down to the individual level? I mean, in a sense every relationship we have with another human being is cross-cultural. This makes the possibility of experiencing broken or strained relationships quite a bit higher than it might be otherwise.

I went through a season close to ten years ago when I started finding patches of common ground with everyone - I could identify with just about everyone I met. That perspective has lessened some over the years, but I think it's something I want to hold onto and cultivate.

Lately, though, I've been more aware of (and intimidated by) the differences. And in particular, I've found myself fretting that because others are different from me, I had better be careful or I'm going to squash or offend them by saying or doing the wrong thing. (The awkward-teenager-within-me often seems ascendant, rather than the-grown-woman-I-am!)

There's a keen line, sometimes, between keeping "be a good friend" high on one's person priority list, and being a perfectionist about it. If I think I can make someone happy or keep them from being sad, I'm taking too much onto myself.

Well, in a friendship (like in a marriage?) the secret may not be to avoid troubles or conflicts but to learn how to work through them or diffuse them.

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By the way, work is going great, have I said that?

I've always loved my job, the work itself, but in the wake of The Late Unpleasantness the office has often been a less-than-encouraging environment.

Now, however, several factors that had really hurt our relationships and corporate culture have made a complete turnaround. I will be out of the office quite a bit in the next week or so, and am rather sorry to be gone.

Counting the Cost

“Christian missionary work is the most difficult thing in the world. It is surprising that it should ever have been attempted…” (Stephen Neill, Call to Missions. Philadelphia: Fortress Press, 1970, p. 24)

“I have found that there are three stages in every great work of God. First it is impossible. Then it is difficult. Then it is done.” (Hudson Taylor, pioneer missionary to China, founder of the China Inland Mission)
One thing I’ve been thinking about over the last couple of months is how many obstacles stand in the way of doing the things that seem most need to be done in terms of this whole task of world mission.

With each decision that comes down the pike, in the life of a would-be missionary for example, it seems perfectly reasonable to turn away or choose the other path, even if somehow they manage to get to "the field."

You want to reach people group X? Work with people group Y; then mobilize them to reach people group X (even though you may have been told that this is almost never an effective strategy).

Are people group X concentrated in city A? Well, it’s inevitable that city B is going to be a much better place for your family to live. And being in city B, it’s only natural that you end up working with and making friends with your neighbors, students/employees, or employers, who are part of people groups Y and Z - much more congenial and responsive groups anyway.

And, as excited as you may have been about going into “full-time ministry,” depending on the nature of the job you hold, you may find yourself with less time for “ministry” than you had when you were still in your own country. Reaching out to people group X may be your stated goal, but there’s every reason for your life to fill up with all kinds of other relationships and activities until in practice, it’s only a hobby you pick up when circumstances allow.

No wonder the things that “most need to be done” stay that way.

And really, staying on the field – living in another culture – is pretty tough. Physically, mentally, and emotionally, it will take the wind out of your sails pretty fast. When you look at how little measurable difference you can make, and how much it costs you and the people who care about you, just to get past the initial hurdles, it just doesn’t seem worth it.

A good friend of mine just returned to her host country after a visit to the States. I happened to send her an email that reached her the day after she arrived. My friend is the type who seems “made for” the kind of work she has sent out to do. But she hasn’t been on the field very long, and it's slow going. The shock of re-entry was hitting her hard when she got my email and answered it. She was feeling the cost of her commitment keenly.
“Saying goodbye to [the family] was painful. No one knows when they'll see us again and it could be 1-2 years for all of them. M. doesn't know Jesus and I know if I lived there they would go to church with us, she would study the Bible with me, and [her daughter] could grow up knowing Jesus... [I find myself asking,] ‘How can I choose Muslims on the other side of the world over my own family?

"Are we really called? Am I making daily choices that make it worth it? If I'm not useful for the Kingdom of God here... it is not worth it.’

“Plus our health has suffered tremendously already. We have some major lifestyle changes to make if we're going to survive this. You would think [country] would be an easy place to live relatively, but it's all just whitewashed...”
Another woman, one of the subscribers to our e-magazine, answered an invitation to send in prayer requests with this rather heart-rending missive:
“I get your newsletter because I am very interested in finishing the task. Missions has been one of my primary concerns for many years. I got my minor at the Christian college I went to along with my major in nursing so I could (very specifically ) attend to the business of the gospel in [country]. I did just that for years. I started three clinics… I worked with widows and orphans…I spent all my money and all my time pouring it all into ministry. I didn't mind, or for a long time consider, the sacrifice. I got sick many times living among the absolute poverty and squalor.

“[Then] I had a life-changing infection. When I had to come home for six months of bed rest, I told my parents I was either going to die of it OR go back. In their own way, they were happy that I got to go back, for obvious reasons. I (thankfully) couldn't see far [enough] down the road to know the long-term implications… Now I take about 30 pills a day, and a pacemaker that manages 80% of my cardiac rhythms. It continues to fail. I may have to face the option of a mechanical heart or a transplant if this continues. I am terrified.

“I am not nearly as confident encouraging people to go into missions. Unless, they are really willing to die for it, I wouldn't necessarily suggest it. My walk with the Lord is hard and living life day to day is more of a challenge than I ever thought it would be.

"Not to mention, I am so far in debt to medical expenses that I can't even financially support missions any more.

"I always thought then I could at least pray, but after years like this, it really feels as though God does not hear my prayers anymore. I would appreciate your prayers.

"This certainly feels like the valley of the shadow of (imminent) death, but it often does not feel like God is with me at all. I'm no longer kingdom valuable or really earthly worth too much.”
I realize this is a downer of a post and I should end it with something brave or encouraging, but I think I’ll just leave it here; some days you just don’t get that happy ending.

Monday, September 22, 2008

Femininity: Fact of Life or Social Fiction?

Readers, scroll down for my comments on "Ruby Slippers," a great book which provides a roomier definition of femininity than you'll find in most Christian circles. You might also enjoy the author's blog, here.

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I’ve written a few times about the questions I have about what it mean to be feminine.

I especially have questions about what it means for Christians – those of us who are seeking ways to get the tarnish rubbed off and uncover the image of God underneath, to find the signs of the Creator’s fingerprints on stuff like our bodies and souls – to deal with the fact that some of us are male, and some of us are female.

Besides the whole bit about having sex and babies – which is all very well and good - rather appealing - but not part of my life and possibly never will be – I’m not sure what’s really behind all this gender business, and where to go with it.

You wouldn’t have to be Christian to have these questions, I know. But I’m just saying I’m asking them from that perspective. I think that if I were a straight-out humanist – as I was before this journey I’m on began sometime back in the 80’s – I probably wouldn’t have the same questions. Maybe I’d just say: Hey, you’re you, I’m me, deal with it. Everything else is societal and cultural, and we can each decide how much we want to go along with the expectations of others or not: femininity is just a popular fiction. I’ll decide how much of it I want to embrace, and how much of it I want to reject, and take the consequences as they come.

Well, I suppose I could still take that line. But I do believe there is a better way… not that things are supposed to be all black and white but that there is probably some intelligent design in this whole thing. I don’t think femininity and masculinity are just myths. I think there’s something to them. But the question is, what?

Unfortunately, the intelligent design of this gender business is buried in (among other kinds of refuse) centuries of pretty inadequate philosophy and theology, often dressed up with bad science or faulty exegesis. So, as an intellectual, I rebel.

And as someone who doesn’t seem to fit most of the molds of what women “are” like, I find the whole thing pretty darn upsetting at times. The jokes, assumptions, expectations, or Christian teachings about what women are supposed to want, or care about, or how our minds work, or what our needs are, or what we bring to the world, well, it just doesn’t hold up very well. You don’t have to look far for examples of women who DO seem to fit into the various molds but nor do you have to look far for women who don’t. Sometimes just in the mirror.

Very, very few of the women in my church, for example, go to “women’s ministry” groups or retreats – they just don’t care for that sort of thing. Not that they don’t like being women, or being with women, but most attempts to find a “common denominator” for what women need or prefer result in something that many, many of us look at and say: not me.

Apparently I have some unhealed wounds in this area, or I would not react as strongly as I do. But I’d like to start with some solid thinking about masculinity and femininity – Christian thinking, but the real kind, not all wrapped up in the nonsense that, not surprisingly, creeps into Christian practice just as much as it does into anything else.

New Book

I’m reading a book that has a refreshing take on all this stuff. Ruby Slippers suggests there’s a different way for Christians to look at femininity. Remember how one of the stepsisters in Cinderella cut off her toe, another her heel, to fit into shoes that were not made for them? Trying to be “feminine” and fit into “women’s roles” can be like that. There’s a better way, a pair of shoes (if you’re one of those women who’s into shoes…) that is actually a good fit, actually right for your feet – troublesome as they may still be, they are the shoes that will take you home (like Dorothy’s ruby slippers, hence the title).

Yes, Jonalyn does produce a (short, flexible) list of characteristics that she regards as “feminine,” but she spends 100 pages laying a foundation before she’ll tell you what they are, and then she calls them “family resemblances,” not some kind of a checklist. (Just because you don’t have the cheekbones your mother did doesn’t make you less part of the family... Not all women are going to demonstrate all of the “resemblances,” and some men will demonstrate some of them as well.)

And before she gets to that, she includes a good, meaty chapter on how men and women really not so different as some would say, in fact, actually from the same planet:
“After the fall, people began to forget that Man and Woman were created to work together in harmony. Instead of focusing on all the ways that men and women are the same – both created in the image of God, and both created to bear the image of God in the world – people began to focus on all the ways we’re different.” (p. 68)
Later, she cites a psychological analysis that summarized the results of thousands of psychological gender studies that look at gender differences in all the areas one might expect to find them, like verbal skills, or levels of aggression.
“Men and women don’t, in fact, differ very much, even in areas of presumed, stereotypical difference. … But these differences are often degreed, depending on each person. The way all women differ from all men is less predictive, provocative, and universal than we might think… in statistical terms, 85% of the areas overlap… The difference is actually so slight, that knowing a person’s gender has little to no predictive power in nearly 80% of psychological matters. And indeed, areas of difference, such as self-esteem, may be due to family culture, environment, or personality, not to an essential difference in our souls.” (pp. 72-73)

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Face Paint, Taken to a New Level


Sunday I dropped by the mall and snuck into Nordstrom's to get a new "compact" of face powder. Most stuff like that I go the drug-store route, but I splurge on a few things. This time they tried to sell me on a new product. Well, maybe it's been around a while but it was new to me.

"Do you wear a primer with this?" the girl asked. "You really should. It would fill in the pores around your nose and your powder would go on so much smooother."

Primer? For one's face? I stifled a smile, and decided not to ask if I should tape up my nostrils and maybe spackle my lips, first.