Tuesday, March 27, 2012

My new favorite word

We have been studying Romanian for about a month now and we are starting to get into "more complicated" things like putting the word "the" in front of a noun, which, it turns out, does not go in front of the noun as its own separate word. Instead, a few extra letters get added on to the end of the noun and they vary depending on whether the noun is masculine, feminine or neuter or whether it's one of the {many} indiscernible exceptions.


Therefore, "lalelele" is not a toddler's attempt at singing a song, it means "the tulips" and is my favorite word...what can I say? I like how it rolls of my tongue.

"Lale" = Tulip
"Lalele" = Tulips
"Lalelele" = The Tulips
Bam.


Lalele Rosii (pink tulips)
Lalelele from a tulip festival in Holland, MI

Aerial view of a tulip farm in Holland


I even found a video about "lalelele" in Romania.

Friday, March 16, 2012

Dancing...

This is a great youtube clip of the traditional Moldovan style of dancing called "Hora," if you all are lucky I  might even try to learn how to dance it someday...


Tuesday, March 13, 2012

"Real faith...speaks"


"...no human being can tame the tongue" 
                                                      -- James 3:8



The title of this blog entry also happens to be the title of the sermon our pastor preached this past Sunday at Capitol Hill Baptist Church. The message was quite fitting in light of my recent Romanian Language learning endeavors and a certain lack of ability to tame my own tongue to make the correct sounds and phrases in Romanian. But on a deeper level, learning a new language is a truly humbling experience: it is humbling from an intellectual perspective, from a functional perspective and also from a spiritual perspective. Both of my parents are foreign language instructors and I remember something a student of theirs shared during an immersion program in Argentina. In response to an open question to the group about how learning spanish had affected her faith, this student said that lacking the ability to easily and freely speak had forced her to {inadvertently} "tame her tongue", because she had to really think before she said anything. Adding a few extra seconds before the thought could be transformed into intelligible speech had prevented her from saying something too hastily, or perhaps had stopped her from saying something insensitive or hurtful.

In the book of James (especially 3:1-12), there is a fairly serious warning about the possibility for evil that can stem from words...it can make "great boasts", is a "restless evil" and "out of the same mouth can come praise and cursing." There are also a number of Proverbs that touch on the subject:

A man of knowledge uses words with restraint,
And a man of understanding is even-tempered.

Even a fool is thought wise if he keeps silent,
And discerning if he holds his tongue.

An unfriendly man pursues selfish ends;
He defies all sound judgment.

A fool finds no pleasure in understanding,
But delights in airing his own opinions.

When wickedness comes, so does contempt,
And with shame comes disgrace.

The words of a man's mouth are deep waters,
But the fountain of wisdom is a bubbling brook.

It is not good to be partial tot he wicked
Or to deprive the innocent of justice.

A fool's lips bring him strife,
And his mouth invites a beating.

A fool's mouth is his undoing,
And his lips are a snare to his soul. 

                                          -- Proverbs 17:27 - 18:7



Reading some of these passages that reflect upon the nature of the spoken word has been a welcome reminder for me to be vigilant of what I say, especially as I prepare to enter into a new culture and learn a new language.

Since I am always doing crazy google image searches to insert clever photos into my blog posts {to make them more interesting}, you can click here to see the vast array of options available when one searches for "taming the tongue".

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

"Gheorghe merge la sala de gimnastica..."

With just under 7 days of Romanian language study under my belt I am happy to announce that I can now say a few useful phrases in Romanian like "George goes to the gym" or "What does China produce?"
Well, I can also say a few actually useful things but at the moment my brain might explode so I am trying not to think about it too much in my spare time.

If any of you are interested in learning some of the basics {in case any of you are adventurous enough to plan a trip to Moldova} or just want to hear what is sounds like, here is a fun video I found on youtube:




Monday, February 27, 2012

"Sinto a sua falta"

For those of you who are thinking "is Steph already writing in Romanian after one day of class?" The answer is no. The title of this entry is actually in Portuguese, and it is the equivalent of saying "I miss you" in English but the text translates more literally as "I feel, or sense, your absence."
I had the opportunity to travel to New York City this past weekend to visit some Brazilian relatives & a good friend of mine, and the bus ride up there gave me some much appreciated time to be still and contemplate life and what possibilities the future holds for us.
I have noticed in myself that when it comes to parting ways, I tend to always be the one leaving; I leave places, jobs, friends & family. I am not usually the one being left. Even though the feeling of "missing someone" in theory should be the same whether they left you or you left them, there is actually a very sharp difference between the two. I think the feeling of being left is more harsh and cruel, because that person's absence becomes acute and ordinary things remind us of what once was.  A mug can become a daily reminder of the person who most cherished drinking out of it; a simple step outside your bedroom door and no longer having to step over {and rub the tummy} of your sweet dog can bring back memories and heighten the reality that they are no longer there.
My cousin and I stumbled upon a very powerful and moving symbol of this "feeling of absence": the 9/11 Memorial at Ground Zero in Manhattan. It consists of two square waterfalls that were built down from the level of the street, and in the middle of each fountain is another square opening that goes deeper into the ground. Around the edges of the waterfalls are written the names of all the victims who perished on that day, whose absences are certainly felt by many. The Memorial powerfully evokes a sense of there being a large symbolic void by having two large precipices in the middle of a city bursting at the seams with sky scrapers. It is tinged with deep sorrow. Something was taken away from us as a country on that day, and for many, what was taken was irreplaceable and completely devastating.




Unfortunately, this sorrow is not something unique to the US: there are people all over the world being robbed of their innocence and dignity, people who feel an absence of light, love and truth. People who have large voids in their very souls and are searching to fill them with something, anything, it seems, for some of them.

As a believer in the redeeming love of Jesus Christ, if I can be an instrument that leads people to the source of eternal love and to the one who can quench their longing for wholeness, then I am willing to serve the Lord in any way he calls me to.


I found two short videos that show a glimpse of what life is like for some in Moldova. Brace yourselves, because the second video in particular is a bit heart-wrenching. I hope to be able to help organizations like Stella's Voice when we move to Chisinau.



Monday, February 20, 2012

The Balls are going to Chisinau, Moldova!



So, we found out on Friday where our first post will be: Chisinau, Moldova.


The plan is to move there in September and we will be there for two years.

This picture was taken before we found out.
This was during the process...the tension was killing me!
My sister and I celebrating afterwards @ Sweetgreen, drinking Cider Lemonade and "The Best Lemonade Ever" {when asked, the salad guy just laughed and said had no idea what was in it}


I will admit I barely even knew where Moldova was at the time, but after a little bit of research, we found out a few interesting facts:


  1. Moldova is about the size of Maryland.
  2. They have 3 MacDonald's in the entire country {and are proud of them}
  3. They speak Romanian there, the Romance Language that is closest to Latin, so hopefully won't be too difficult to learn.
  4. They are known for their excellent wines.
  5. Their most famous song is "Numa Numa" by O-Zone, you just might recognize it (click here for the lyrics in Romanian & English)
Stay tuned for more...

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Flag Day

Flag Day is officially three days away {!} and I'm tempted to say something like "the tension is killing me" but the truth is I have had no time to even think about being tense, much less write about it, really, so instead of actually writing anything I will just inform you about some interesting facts I discovered about flags {thank you Wikipedia}:

"A flag is a piece of fabric with a distinctive design that is usually rectangular and used as a symbol, as a signaling device or decoration. The first flags were used to assist military coordination on battlefields...the study of flags is known as vexillology, from the Latin vexillum meaning flag or banner."


My sister is flying in for our big day, which should be fun. She has never been to DC before {that I can remember anyway} and among the things she would like to do while here is go to a bike polo game, which will be interesting to watch since I have never seen one and she plays all the time. She would also like to walk to this game from my house, "a mere 7 miles..."with my dog...probably opting for swimming across the Potomac instead of having to use any bridges. On Saturday we were planning on finding a restaurant from the country to where we'll be sent, so that could prove to be a challenging, but entertaining endeavor.

I coincidentally discovered this past week that Brooke Fraser {a singer I have become a fan of in the past year or two} put out an album called "Flags" so I immediately downloaded the track with the same name as the album title and have been enjoying it ever since. This is what she writes about her album:

"I was traversing these incredible landscapes and wondering at all the people who had worked this land and what their lives were like, how they had come to arrive in and then leave these places. One day this image of a flag popped into my mind and I thought, 'Our lives are like flags - flying for a short while, a stake in the ground, marking our territory...We fly our colors - our history, belief system, culture, identity - but eventually our flag will wear out and return to the ground and someone else's flag will replace our own.'"

That's all for now...stay tuned for exciting news about our whereabouts for the next few years...