Hearing knocks

In the NIV, Revelation 3:20 (an excerpt from that verse, that is) says, "I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door..."

Have you ever wondered about the relationship between knocking and hearing someone's voice?  It doesn't say, "I stand at the door and call out," and it doesn't say, "If anyone hears me knock."  Something seems to be off in this verse, because last time I checked, one shouldn't hear voices (in one's head or otherwise) when somebody knocks on a door.

When working on this verse with the Ikizu translators, I was prepared to discuss the above issue with them to try to come up with a solution that was both accurate to the original and yet made sense. The first time I saw their draft, though, I couldn't help but smile.  I had been so caught up with the issues this verse creates in English that I had forgotten that Ikizu people don't normally knock on doors.  In Ikizu, the verse says, "I stand at the door and call..."

If you go to an Ikizu village and want to enter someone's house, you call out to them that you are there.  It's nice, because not only do you know somebody is at your door, but you also generally know who it is (if you recognize their voice, that is).  Indeed, I think that is the meaning Jesus has in this verse, that it's not just by chance that somebody opens the door when he knocks, but they know for whom they are opening the door.

I suppose it makes sense that sometimes translating a verse into Ikizu is much easier than translating it into English!

First birthday

Hello, my name is Zarya and this is my first blog post, and today is my first birthday!  I had a party with all of my best friends from the missionary community here in Musoma.  It was a really fun party!  Mama and Baba made lots of nice food for the grown-ups, and they all got sodas, too.  The other kids and I got apple juice for our special drink - it was my very first time to try apple juice and I really liked it!  I chugged my entire sippy cup full of it down to the very last couple drops!  This is a picture of all the food for the big people and bigger kids: 

My real aunts live really far away in America and one is even in Guam, but my special Auntie Ronit lives in Musoma and came to my party!  She's the funnest EVER.  I mean most fun.  Isn't she pretty?

I got to get dressed up in brand-new clothes because it was my birthday.  They are size 24 months, but they were only a tiny bit too big.  Most of the clothes that fit me right now are size 18 months.  I guess they size baby clothes for normal-sized babies, not really tall ones like me.  Baba and Mama measured and weighed me this morning.  I was 31 inches (78.7) cm) tall, 21 pounds (9.5 kg), and my head (can you believe they even measured my head?!) was 18 inches (45.7 cm) around.  Mama checked online, whatever that means, and said that means I'm in the 93rd percentile for height, the 45th for weight, and my head is in the 65th.

I got to eat lunch on the back porch with the other kids.  The adults all had to sit inside.  I think my friends had more fun watching me eat than they did eating their own food!  Maybe they were jealous that I got special food that was different from theirs, because it had a lot of different vegetables and some legumes in it.  Because it was my birthday, Mama gave me extra carrots, since they are my favorite!

There are three of my best girlfriends.  They are all big girls, aged 7, 5, and 3, but they still like to play with me.  I'm one now, at least I finally have an age, so I'm almost a big girl!

I guess when it's your birthday, you get presents!  Who knew?!

Not only were there presents, but there was this weird new food called cake.  The presents were fun, but the cake was kind of scary, because they stuck a candle in it.  I cried a little bit.  Baba and Mama didn't help me eat it - they didn't break off little bites for me or anything!  I was stuck there on my own, this weird cupcake in front of me (at least they took the candle out), and I had no idea what to do.  Surely this purple thing wasn't food!  I poked it and some of it stuck to my finger, so I licked it clean, and then I discovered it tasted okay.  Sugar, I guess it's called.  I picked at it a bit after that and got some more frosting.  Baba seemed kind of sad that I didn't make a mess, but Mama seemed sort of relieved.  I don't know why they didn't just give me some more carrots.  Grown-ups, seriously.

As a final treat, I got to play with Miss Holly's watch.  She's married, so maybe I should call her Mrs. Holly.  Anyway, she has the nicest watch I've ever seen, and I want one just like it when I grow up.  I really want to have awesome curly hair like her when I grow up, too, but I don't think that's going to happen.  Miss Holly used to live next door me to me, and I'd visit her almost every day.  She moved away last week, though, and I'm kind of confused as to why I don't see her all the time now.  But all the same, she is still one of my bestest friends and her watch is my favorite.  And you should see her new house - it has lots of space to crawl around in, and pretty soon, I'm going to be walking and running all over it!  I took my first steps by myself the other day and might take more soon if I'm in the mood someday.  Oh, and Mama and Baba told me that I'll have new neighbors soon, Mr. George and Miss Amanda, so that'll be fun.  Miss Amanda was at my party today and I played with the envelope from the card she gave me more than any of the toys I got!

So now you know all about my very special first ever birthday party.  I wish you could have been there!  It was so wonderful - I had a really great time!  However, I had to take a nap at 2:00, so I had to tell everyone bye-bye while they were still in the living room having fun.  Being the first to leave your own birthday party is kind of lame, but Baba and Mama don't budge much on naptime.  And you know what?  I really was pretty tired after all that laughing and playing!  Birthdays are a lot of fun!

Lunch date at Matvilla Beach

Somebody loves Baba!  And somebody loves his baby, too. :-)

This guy was fishing on a small wooden boat - you know your fish is fresh when you're watching fishermen while eating!

Zarya wore shoes for the first time a couple days ago and now loves them.  Just seeing me get her shoes out of her bag to put them on her made her wiggle and giggle with anticipation. We kind of hope she grows out of her shoe obsession!

A couple of weaver birds were playing around where we ate, and this one paused for a moment to pose

Lunch!

Not the most flattering picture of me, but Zarya reaching out to grab herself a chip (which I did not allow her to eat, for the record), is pretty cute.  It's annoying to have a baby with such long arms - she can reach way too many things!  Where did she get such long arm genes from, anyway?!

Today we went out to lunch at our favorite spot, Matvilla Beach.  It was kind of a date, because Zarya doesn't talk yet, so Andrew and I could have a really nice conversation without her interrupting or understanding.  That'll end someday, but in the meantime it's fun to be able to go on a date and still get to take her along.  It's the best of both worlds!

Zarya got to eat her first fried food - not the attempted steal of a chip, but pieces of my fish.  I am happy to say she loved it.  I packed her lunch and brought it with us, since I didn't want to share too much of my fish, and a good thing I did, because otherwise she really would have kept right on chowing that tilapia down, like a true Musoma girl.

We love the breeze and the view at Matvilla, and there are always a lot of birds around.  Since coming to Tanzania, Andrew has gotten into bird watching (a little bit; he's not like a total nerd about it).  The birds here are just so beautiful and interesting.  I wasn't into bird songs until moving to our current house, which sometimes feels like an aviary in the mornings.  When I Skype with my parents, they can always hear the birds before I even say "hello" when we first connect and that's how they know if the sound is working or not and if the volume is right.

Sometimes it feels like there is just nowhere to go and nothing to do in Musoma, so it really is a treat to head out to Matvilla and enjoy our fish and chips there.  I came back this afternoon feeling like I'd been away on a two-hour vacation!

Fall Carving Party

Ronit and Crystal - they look like happy housemates, but what's up with the knife?  Friend or foe?

No, he's not growing a beard, it's just a weekend thing.

George's first attempt at food carving was a great success, likely thanks in part to some coaching provided by Amanda

I always try to match my knives to my clothing, as to be particularly classy while carving.

Scary Sandeen sharklike one on the left, center is the friend/foe housemates one, and on the right is the very successful first attempt at carving one

Our friend Amanda wanted to having a fall party this year - you know, the kind at which you drink cider, carve pumpkins, make caramel apples, etc.  It was about 90 degrees outside and cider proved impossible here, but the rest of the party was a giant success.  Well... that depends on if you are a real stickler for tradition or not, I guess.  Apparently it's not pumpkin season around here, because I've been scouring the market for a month trying to find just one, and have not had any success.  So, watermelons were our "gourd" of choice in lieu of the real deal.  And you know what?  Watermelons carve up just fine!

Cookbook recommendation

I've done a few book recommendations posts on here before, but certainly never a cookbook one!  Today, however, I have a post that most of you won't care about and a few of you will greatly appreciate.  If you find yourself in the minority category of people who cook everything from scratch with pretty basic ingredients (i.e. missionary, wanna-be pioneer woman, or health food nut without enough money to buy strange stuff at specialty stores), this is the book for you.  About half of what I make found its origin in these pages.  It's a Mennonite cookbook, like the renowned "More With Less", but more international and modern.  It has recipes for things from all over the world, made with things you actually have in your kitchen, and most if it is pretty good for you.  My brother-in-law (yeah, Kabyn!) gave this to me for Christmas back in 2008, and my culinary life has taken on new life!

So, I know a lot of you don't care about this one bit, and that's okay, but for those few special ones out there, GO BUY IT!!

A one-leaf fall

Nykerk Music Hall, Hope College

My leaf!

After living in Western Washington, land of soggy Octobers/Novembers for 18 years, I was in awe of every leaf I saw in Michigan.  Hope College, in Holland, MI, has a beautiful campus, especially in the fall.  I never got tired of crunchy, crisp, dry, gorgeous leaves during my four fabulous falls at Hope.  Growing up, I was a voracious reader (and still am), and it always annoyed me to read about people tromping through piles of noisy leaves.  Leaves were soggy things in my mind, burdened by slugs and pine needles mounding on top of them.  And then I went to Michigan and realized that all those authors didn't lie - fall is an amazing season, and you don't have to drown in puddles or slip on slug slime and disintegrating leaves during it.

In fact, back in the fall of 2000 I found the leaves around Hope to be so pretty that I collected quite a few of them.  I carefully transported them back to my dorm room and pressed them in books.  They were fun surprises to discover in random books for a few years after that.

Last week Zarya was doing her usual dining room bookshelf rearrangement routine while I was in the kitchen.  I heard the books come down and so went to go try to put them back on the shelf.  Imagine my surprise when I found a leaf on the floor next to my concordance!  I immediately knew it was one of my fall 2000 Hope leaves, since those were the only ones I ever collected.  My little leaf had survived for twelve years and had traveled the world!  It looked perfect.  It was the beginning of October, just the right time to find a fall leaf, too.  I carefully picked it up and set it up high, well out of Zarya's reach, and admired it for a week.

And then I started to wonder, what does one do with an antique leaf?  I mean, I couldn't throw it away!  I considered putting it back in my concordance, but hiding it away again didn't really appeal to me.  Then it came to me - share the love!  I transported my precious leaf, the only one of the fall this year in Musoma, to another Holland, MI, family here in Musoma.  That lovely leaf is now displayed in their house, bringing some fall cheer to folks far away from fall leaves - far away from all but one, that is!

Zarya, almost 11 months old

Proof that babies really do play with rattles - this is one of her favorite toys

She loves video Skype!

Zarya gets soooo excited when I turn on my computer and she hears someone talking!  And when she can even SEE that person, she starts squealing and kicking her legs with glee.  I mean, how thrilling is it to get to see Babu and Bibi all the way around the world in Olympia (although sometimes she gets distracted watching herself in the little video in the corner of the screen, instead of looking at the big video of them in the middle)?
I don't know what missionaries did before Skype, but it is one of the greatest inventions of the modern world, so far as Zarya and I are concerned.