Pondering 2011

It's New Year's Eve and that always makes me ponder life...What was this last year like? What were the highlights from this year? How was I challenged? In what ways did I see growth? 

And then there's the new year...What's in store for 2012? What are the things I want to do or see or experience in this year? What does God have in mind?

To give you a glimpse of what 2011 was like, here's a few of the highlights I came up with...as well as some things that I'm looking forward to in 2012.

Caden - opening his first stocking

In no particular order...

Caden Ryan Nofziger

In June, I became an aunt for the first time. This little boy has captured my heart, even if I don't get to see him very often. He's a joy to watch grow (via pictures and Skype and the stories from other family members). He has brought much joy to our family and in many ways, he has drawn us closer as a family. I look forward to seeing him grow and develop into his personality. He's a special little guy and will always hold a special place in this aunt's heart. 

with Becki, Bethany and Greta

San Diego

In January, three dear friends and I took a spontaneous trip to San Diego. It was one last trip together before some major changes took place in each of our lives. What a blessed time! We laughed, we ate, we went to the zoo (and saw the koalas, just for Bethany), we made a lot of memories and we simply enjoyed each other's company. It was a great way to start the new year! 

Quitting my job at EMM

I'm not sure if this was a highlight in the sense of "something really big and exciting that took place" but it was definitely something really big that took place. It was really strange to turn in my resignation, train someone new, and then step away. Even now, 6 months later, I still think about all that I left behind when I ended my employment on June 3. I didn't just leave behind emails and projects (though I did leave those too!), I left behind some dear people who I was privileged to call my friends. I learned a lot through my years of working for EMM. I am not the same person I was when I started back in October 2005...hopefully, I changed for the better. :) 

Family vacation

the family

In August, my entire immediate family packed up and traveled 15+ hours in one van to the Outer Banks, NC for one last hurrah before I left for Prague (yep, Caden was 6 weeks old at the time). It was an amazing week. Each one of us has expressed gratitude for being able to take time to get away and be together one last time. We enjoyed the ocean, the pool, the food, the conversation, the games, the putt-putt golf and each other's company. I am so grateful that we have this memory to look back on. I love my family! 

Prague

At the beginning of September, one of my life-long dreams became reality. I moved to Prague to start my three-year missions assignment. There were definitely days I didn't think it would ever happen. But it did. And now I've been here for almost 4 months. Throughout these months, I have been challenged, blessed, overwhelmed, frustrated, thrilled, grateful, and a whole host of other emotions. I had the privilege of living with a host family that I came to really love. I can see improvement in my language ability. I am building relationships. I love my church. I can't even begin to list all the ways I've been changed or the things I appreciate about these months. 

Becki, me, and Bethany 

Christmas in the Middle East

I was able to spend Christmas with two of my dear friends in the Middle East. This was a wonderfully refreshing time for me. I had hit the point where my brain couldn't comprehend any more Czech and this offered a perfect break. Christmas in the Czech is very family oriented and because I haven't been here long enough to develop deep enough friendships, I had no plans for Christmas. Christmas is not a holiday I wanted to be alone on...so I decided to spend it with some of my favorite people. For a whole week, we shared, prayed, encouraged, and simply enjoyed each other's company. Crazily enough, I started the year on a trip with these two and I ended this year with them too (Greta, you were missed!). :) 

I'm sure there are other things I could share that would be highlights for me, but these are the ones that immediately come to mind. When I look back over this year, I am overwhelmed by God's goodness in my life. He has sustained me through the good times, the hard times, the joyous times and the frustrating times. Without Him, I would be completely lost. 

That brings me to the things I'm looking forward to in 2012. You know, as I think about it...I really don't have a clue what to expect. That's one thing about God...He loves surprises! I am looking forward to developing relationships, to becoming a more active member in my church, to visits from family and friends, and to seeing how God will use me. I'm sure it'll be an adventure! 

Blessings upon each one of you in 2012. I look forward to hearing how God is leading your adventure! 

It's Christmastime!

Christmas is one of my absolute favorite times of the year. I love the lights and decorations, the hours of baking (and eating!) a variety of sweets, the Christmas caroling, the traditions, the times of being together with family. I love the reason behind why we celebrate Christmas.

My absolute favorite church service is the candlelight service on Christmas eve when we all gather around the sanctuary, light our candles, turn off the lights and begin to sing "O Holy Night," "Joy to the World" and many other favorites. For me, there isn't a more beautiful sound.

But, this year, Christmas looks a bit different. I won't be a part of the normal Christmas traditions with my family. And while that's quite sad, it's been fun to see the way Christmas is celebrated here.

Yep, we still have advent services. And, the beautiful lights. And the mounds of cookies and other yummy sweets. And the times of being together with friends.

But do you know what else Europe has?

CHRISTMAS MARKETS.

I think I've found my new favorite thing about being in Europe! They are so much fun.

Last week, I went with some friends to the Christmas Market in Dresden, Germany (where these pictures are from). It was so much fun to walk around and see all the different stands with their handmade ornaments or candies or jewelry. To walk among the stalls and smell the sweet combination of fried dough and sugar. Yum.

There was the same hustle and bustle like in the stores in the States, and yet, it was different. People were willing to stop and look. Shopkeepers weren't frazzled, but still had the smile on their faces.

One of the neat things about the Dresden Christmas Market is that it is Germany's oldest Christmas market, dating back to 1434 (see http://www.germany-christmas-market.org.uk/dresden_christmas_market.php for more info on the Dresden Christmas market). 

Prague has Christmas markets too (yes, plural), though they aren't as large as the one in Dresden. Here you can buy the traditional Czech sweet dough "Trdelnik" and other things. Probably the most popular Christmas market is in Old Town. It's especially beautiful at night!

"Trdelnik" (photo from cbpictures.com)

I'm looking forward to learning more about the Christmas traditions of the Czech Republic over the next few years...and of course, seeing more of the Christmas markets! Anyone want to join me next year?! :)

Thanksgiving reflections

Like most people, Thanksgiving is a time when I like to stop and reflect on the things I'm thankful for in life. This year was no different. I thought maybe you'd like to see my top 5. :)

1.) I'm thankful for the myriad of family and friends and others who have financially supported me in this new endeavor in the Czech Republic. Without your gifts and prayers, I would not be here today. Thank you. 

2.) I'm thankful for the lessons I've already learned in the short 2.5 months I've been here. And, though that does include Czech lessons...I was actually meaning lessons in humility and on learning to love people more fully. But, it's definitely an ongoing process too!!! :)

3.) I'm thankful that I'm not alone on this crazy journey. God has been with me each step of the way and He will continue to be with me. I couldn't do it without Him and His strength! And, yes, it's nice to have a great teammate too! :)

4.) I'm thankful for Skype. It's been such a blessing to be able to communicate with the dear people who are scattered around the world. What a great invention!

5.) I'm thankful for the way that Prague is becoming home. I'm learning my way around, learning to speak, making friends, and generally enjoying the different facets of each day.

I am blessed! Thank you, Jesus, for these, and many other, blessings in my life.

And, I'm also thankful for the amazing Thanksgiving meal that I had. Thanks, Vicky and Curt!

Vicky, Curt, Jair and Emily

Traditional Thanksgiving meal - in Prague!

The dessert...French Silk Pie and Pumpkin Pie! 

Learning to speak

A few weeks ago, I was asked to write an article for an upcoming issue of Missionary Messenger (EMM's bimonthly magazine). I'm not sure when it'll come out, but I thought you may be interested in reading what I had to say about language learning. It ties right in to what I wrote last week too. :) 

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At 31 years old, you would think I am pretty confident in my ability to communicate verbally. Unfortunately, that is no longer the case.

You see, I am starting all over again. I’m attempting to learn a completely new language. And, let me tell you; the Czech language isn’t the easiest language in the world to learn! It has completely different verb endings, sentence structure, pronunciation, grammar, letters and definitions; not to mention it’s the first language I’ve learned that has cases. It’s hard work!

Honestly, I could probably get by here in Prague without learning more Czech. I’m a foreigner; especially an American, who they don’t expect to know or learn Czech. But if I don’t attempt their language, instead expecting them to speak my language even though I’m in their country – what does that communicate about me? I think it communicates that I think my ways, my language, and my culture are superior to theirs. Not a good thing to communicate if one wants to share Christ.

So, what’s my story? Why am I attempting to learn Czech, when I’ve been told by many people that it’s one of the hardest languages to learn? How do I even go about learning a language?

In my first month here, I was often asked why I’m in the Czech Republic. After answering, “to learn the language and build relationships with people” the follow-up question was always, “why?” They couldn’t understand why I would leave my family and friends, my language and my culture and come to an unknown place simply to learn a language and build relationships…especially when that language was Czech.

So, why did I want to learn the language?

I feel like learning the language is one of the most important things that a missionary can do. Why? Because it shows people that I’m not here to make them conform to my American ways (or to my language). It shows people that I am teachable. It brings out humility, even in the most prideful person. It shows honor and respect to the people you meet. And, it provides a great way to build connections with people (everyone who is learning a language should have someone to practice the language with on a regular basis!).  

One of the best decisions that I made was to live with a host family. They are incredibly patient with me, often repeating themselves until I understand. We watch Czech t.v. together (where I am beginning to understand a little more each day), they help me with my homework, they correct my pronunciation. But the best part is that they have a 1 ½ year old daughter. I think we’re on the same level in our ability to speak Czech. As for comprehension, she is much more advanced. But, it’s good practice for me to be around a child while she is learning to speak as well. You should see the way their faces light up when they hear that I’m American and yet I’m trying to speak Czech. Even if I speak poorly, I am trying. And they are grateful. Just yesterday, they told me they were impressed with my attempt to form a rather long sentence. Little by little.

Things I’ve learned along the way

• I need to learn to rejoice in the small accomplishments. The other day, I felt like I had a major success. I was able to ask a complete stranger if a particular train was going to the town I wanted to go to. Not only did only did the woman understand what I said, I understood her answer! Being able to order in a restaurant is another victory I’ve had recently. Was my sentence structure or my grammar perfectly correct? Probably not. But did I get my point across enough to be understood? Yes, because I made it to the correct train station and I received the food I wanted. It’s the small victories in learning a language that make you feel like you can continue.
• You need to learn to laugh at yourself. For me, this started on day one. Being one of the only people in my language class that has never heard some of the sounds of various Czech letters, I learned early on that it’s better to laugh at yourself (and allow others to laugh with you) than to get frustrated and stop trying. 
•  Learn to be ok with sounding ridiculous or like a child. This is a hard one for me. I am the type of person who normally doesn’t want to speak unless I know it will be said in the correct form, using the correct words because I don’t like to make a fool of myself. Something has shifted within me since being here though. I find that I try to use the little bit of language that I know. I have to start somewhere. 
• Try and try and try. Even when people ask me questions in English, I’ve been trying to respond in Czech. Not only is it good practice for me, it shows them that I’m serious about learning their language. Of course, many times, It’s a mixture of Czech and English, with a little bit of Spanish thrown in for fun. :)

Yes, I have felt isolated and alone. Yes, I’ve felt frustrated. Yes, I’ve been laughed at because I don’t understand. Yes, people sometimes get impatient or annoyed with me because I can’t speak their language. Yes, there are days I long for home and to speak English. But, you know what, there are also many days where I see the way I’m able to communicate a little bit more than the day before. I’m able to see the possibility of maybe actually learning this language.

When I first arrived, I liked it when people mistook me for a Czech person because I looked like I fit. Now, I get excited when I can speak with them. Even after being here for 6 weeks, my ears are still not tuned in to all the sounds around me. But, it is coming slowly.

For me, learning a language often leads to some random phrases that will forever stick in your mind. Take the one phrase I still remember in Swahili (from almost 9 years ago), “miti anangucka” which means “the trees are falling.” Did I ever even use that phrase? Nope. But I liked how it sounded and it stuck.

I wonder what kinds of phrases I’ll remember from Czech. 

Ugh.

Today was "that" day.

You know, the one that keeps getting worse the longer you're awake. The one where you feel like whatever you do, you won't succeed?

It didn't start out that way...In fact, I had a good time with God before leaving for my trip to school. I made all of my connections (I even made the earlier tram!).

But, then class started and the day took a drastic turn for the worse.

Today was the day that I felt like the dumbest one in class. As the teacher was trying to explain things, I was just not getting it. Have you ever had times like that? When you sincerely try to understand, but no matter how hard you try, you are just NOT getting it? No matter what I did, I wasn't following her today. And everyone else was.

Not only was I not understanding her, my classmates were laughing at my expense. I'm sure it was not intended to make fun, but it definitely didn't feel good to be laughed at on top of already feeling stupid.

To make matters worse, I had missed the entire week before because I was at the EMM retreat in Lithuania. I hadn't felt the absence until today though. I guess it sort-of caught up to me you could say.

However you look at it, it was the longest 4 and 1/2 hours I've had in a long time.

But, I made it through...and the day got better...thanks to a great conversation with a dear friend, time with my host family (who are incredible! I should dedicate a whole post to them!), and the chance to relax.

I know, it's all part of learning a new language. There will be times I feel like I am understanding and progressing...and there will be times where I feel like I'm taking 12 steps back. Even when the times get tough and I wonder how in the world I'll be able to learn this language, I know that I am where I am supposed to be. God has me here for a reason and I need to rely on Him during these times, not myself.

Besides, tomorrow is a new day. Maybe my language will look differently then. One can hope... :)

Happy (belated) Halloween!

Halloween is my least favorite holiday, despite the mounds of candy that I always received. But, when I saw this picture, I just had to show it off. :) Here's Caden (4 months old) in his Halloween costume. I do believe I have one of the cutest nephews in the world!

Reflections on a life well lived

Death.

It's a part of life that will happen to each of us eventually. But, it doesn't always make it easier to understand.

I found out yesterday morning that Berneda King, a dear woman from my church in Ohio, passed away on Saturday. Berneda was a frail old woman who had been declining in health over the past few years. Each time I'd go home, I would notice it. Her passing wasn't unexpected...unless you count the fact that it was caused by an unexpected fall...but I still grieve her loss deeply.

You see, Berneda wasn't just someone from my church. Berneda was the grandmother of my dear friend, Kendra. During the summers when Kendra stayed with her grandparents, I would be over there all the time. I have many fond memories that took place in the King household. Berneda became like my own grandmother.

She was a quiet woman, but one whose smile could light up a room.

She always made me feel welcome and important, no matter where I'd see her.

She was proud of each family member; often making sure to tell me the most recent news.

She was a great cook! I still remember her cookies...yum! :)

She loved God and others deeply.

There are so many other reasons why I loved her...and why I'm going to miss her. West Clinton will be a different place when I go back again because she won't be there. And yet, I know that she's no longer suffering. She's in heaven, with a new body, free from illness and disease. In the midst of the grief, these things give me hope.

Berneda's passing also makes me realize again how fragile life is. None of us know how long we have on this earth. When I left the States for the Czech Republic, that was a reality I had to deal with. All four of my grandparents are still living...how could I leave not knowing if I'd ever see them again this side of heaven?

I'll admit, it wasn't easy - for them or for me. But, I knew I had to obey God's call...and all four of them released me to do so. I am grateful for their support, and don't take it lightly. I want to enjoy the gift of these relationships (and all the other ones) while I still have them.

I want to live my life intentionally.

To the King family - my thoughts and prayers are with you.

Rest in Peace, Berneda. You were very loved.

Pictures, part 2

Oh, yeah, and here are a few more pictures. :) 

Emily and I went to this art exhibit. It was awesome! The sculptor creates pieces out of steel (or wood) and uses the pieces he cuts out for other pieces. And, the cool thing is that one week after we went to the exhibit, some of his pieces were on display in Old Town Square! 

Cemetery in Vyšehrad

With Emily and Marsha (intern in Germany)

Old Town Square

Bold Humility, what's that?!

Bold Humility

Don’t those two words feel like an oxymoron? It seems to me that they are. How can one be both bold and humble? And yet, those two words (together) have been something that I’ve prayed for more of over the past, oh probably 7 years.

So, what’s that have to do with now?

Before I go any farther, I want to give some definitions (according to dictionary.com)

• Bold: not hesitating or fearful in the face of actual or possible danger or rebuff; courageous and daring; not hesitating to break the rules of propriety; forward; challenging; beyond the usual limits of conventional thought or action; imaginative; flashy; showy.
• Humility: the quality or condition of being humble; modest opinion or estimate of one’s own importance, rank, etc.
• Humble: not proud or arrogant; modest; having a feeling of insignificance, inferiority, subservience; low in rank, importance, status, quality, lowly; courteously respectful; low in height, level, small in size

Now I really think they’re close to opposites.

But, when you stop to think about it, aren’t there a lot of things in the Christian faith that seem to be opposites? Isn’t that what we mean by “the Upside Down Kingdom”? All that talk about loving your enemies and the first shall be last? Wouldn’t you consider those opposites too?

Back to bold humility.

Like I said, for the past number of years, that phrase has struck me. It’s been something that I’ve periodically thought about; desiring to be both bold about my faith and humble in my approach. I wanted to share the power and truth of Christ, but not in a way that tears others down or makes me sound condescending.

No, I’m not saying that I want to be someone who never shares or takes advantage of the situations God places me in, in an attempt to be humble. Nor am I saying that I want to be a doormat, allowing people to walk all over me.

What I am saying is that I want to be one who loves people so much that everything I do is in love.  I want to be authentic. (Does that sound familiar? I feel like I just blogged about that too! J)

Before you think I have it all together and get it right all the time, please stop. I’m human. Yes, that’s my desire, but no, I’m not always that way. And, that’s where God’s grace comes in for me too. J

Even though it’s been something I’ve desired, it hasn’t always been at the forefront of my mind. The funny thing is though, that as I began to embark on this journey, I’ve had a few people pray that exact phrase (and similar other ones) over me. It’s like God wants to remind me of my prayer from years ago.

To those who were obedient and prayed that over me, I thank you.

To the rest of you, I challenge you to think about how you’re being bold for Christ and yet humble in your approach. 

What is church?

What is your definition of "church"? Have you ever stopped to contemplate that?

According to my experience growing up in the church, I would have described church as the place I went Sunday mornings at 9:30 am. Though there was some variation in the service, it was generally a welcome, about 3 songs, offering, Scripture reading, a sermon, another song, sharing of announcements and prayer requests, prayer, and a closing song. This was followed by the Sunday School hour (which in reality was often only 45 minutes). By 11:45 (at the latest) we were usually finished with church. We knew what to expect on any given Sunday. 

But, does that mean that this is the only way that church happens? Does church have to look like we've always experienced it?

 Do we need…

…an outlined order of service or

…a big cross on the wall or

…nicely dressed people or

…a polished worship team or

…a thought-provoking speaker or

…(fill in the blank)…

I don't think so. Before you shout, "heretic!" let me explain my thoughts. 

We often equate “church” with a “building.” Is that even a correct assumption? Not according to the Bible. The Bible uses the term “early church” to describe the people, not the building.

And, what’s the point of church anyway? Isn’t it to commune with God and others?

For a while, I have been wrestling with how I see “church.” I don’t think that it is limited to a certain building. Or a certain time of week. Or even a specific type of service. I don’t think we need to have PowerPoint or podiums or sound systems. I don’t even think we need to dress in a particular way to attend.

What if church was something a bit more informal, a bit more authentic, a bit more real? What if when we talk about being the church, we actually were the church? We’d be involved in each other’s lives, not on a once-a-week-when-we-show-up-at-the-same-building type of way, but in an intentional, I-really-am-invested-in-you kind of way. Wouldn’t you feel like you could be real and authentic with people then? Wouldn’t that increase the depth and importance of those relationships for you?

Could meeting friends at a coffee shop and praying together be considered “church”? Could it happen in one’s home? Or what about in a (gulp) pub? I think so.

This summer, our WMI (World Mission Institute, the 4 week training that I did in June) group was asked to read Alan Hirsch’s book, The Forgotten Ways: Reactivating the Missional Church. This book resonated with a lot of things God has been revealing to me over the past two years.

See, I’ve come to the place where I really value authenticity in relationships. I want people to see the “real” me. I want to be open with people, sharing about the good and the bad, proving that I don’t have all the answers or that I don’t always have it together (can you believe it?! J). But the thing is, I want it to be both ways…I want the vulnerability and the authenticity to be on both sides.

To me, that’s what the church is about…and somehow, what it seems to have lost somewhere along the way.

Hirsch’s book calls it “Communitas.” It’s being an intentional part of a group. Of living life with people in a way that shows you care and that you value them. Of walking with others through the good and the bad. Of working together to accomplish a goal or vision.

In my opinion, that’s what church should look like. What are your thoughts? 

For your viewing pleasure...

I thought it was about time to put some pictures up of Prague (especially for those of you who don't have Facebook). Enjoy a glimpse into my world! 

View of the Charles Bridge from across the river

Emily reading some of the locks on the "Love Wall" where couples buy locks and place them there as a symbol that their relationship will last forever. 

From the Lennon Wall - very cool wall that is covered in graffiti. 

The view up the street from the guesthouse where I'm currently staying. It's quite a steep walk up hill to the tram stop. 

Em and I at the Prague Castle (we were being tourists for the day!) :)

View of the Prague Castle 

Ready for my first day of Czech Language Class. 

Church in the Czech Republic

A week ago, I attended my second church service in the Czech Republic (the first time was in 2010 when I was here for a week). I was surprised to find that, though in a completely different language, with completely different people, it felt like home.

I can just hear the reactions…everything from “Wow, that’s great!” to “Huh? What do you mean? How’s it like home?” Let me try and explain.

A while ago, I started writing about church and the things that have been churning within me regarding the institution that I’ve always known it to be. That reflection is coming soon (I’m still tweaking it).

Nevertheless, a few of the characteristics that I find necessary in church include a focus on God (UP), a focus on each other (IN) and a focus on those beyond our group (OUT). This concept isn’t new, but it has helped to realign my thoughts on how I think we, as the church, should be functioning.

Now, what does that have to do with the church in the Czech Republic? Well, the church that I’ve been assigned to is a Czech Brethren church in Prague 13 (Prague is divided up into different sections, with each section having their own number). Prague 13 is a church plant from another Prague sector. They just moved in to their new facility 3 weeks ago. You can look at the denomination’s website here: http://cb.cz/main/cs/home (yes, there is an English tab).

[Side note: You may be wondering about my use of the phrase, “assigned to.” When forming my assignment, I was told by the Czech Brethren leaders that they would place me in the church where they thought my gifts best fit with one of their churches. When I met with David Novák, pastor of the Prague 13 church and the contact for my assignment, the other week he did give me the option of looking elsewhere, but after hearing about Prague 13, I thought it sounded like a good fit for me.]

So how does this church in Prague 13 remind me of my church in Lancaster? For one thing, they are very focused on the three characteristics that I mentioned above (UP, IN, and OUT). They are focused on God, each other, and their community of Prague 13. This group is intentional about creating a safe place for people to come as they are and hear about Jesus. Their worship is heartfelt. They genuinely care about each other and like to spend time together. And, that’s just what I noticed in the first week (and from my conversation with David). It’s such a relief (and an answer to prayer!) to find a place like this already. Thank you, God, for providing a new church family “in this age“(see my post from February about my reflection on Mark 10).

Now, I just need to learn Czech so I can fully understand what’s going on… J

Has it really been a week?!

Apparently, time flies when in the Czech Republic, just like it does in the US. :)

I've been here a week already. So much has happened in that one week...and yet, to some people, it would seem like I've not done much of anything. Here's a glimpse into what the first week has held...

1. I am officially a student at the Charles University (at their Institute for Language and Preparatory Studies). After 2 hours of filling out papers and standing in the "queue," I received my official student card. Tomorrow morning, I have orientation and then classes start on Wednesday morning.

2. I registered at the Foreign Police. What could have been a long process actually only took a half hour or so. I'll have to revisit this place in a few short weeks when I change housing, but it's a good start.

3. I applied for my Open Card, which is my public transportation card for Prague (allowing me to use any form of public transport for the year). It comes in two weeks.

4. I set up a Czech bank account (not a Czech "Czeching" account, mind you). :)

5. I purchased my mobile phone and a two year contract (gulp). Funny thing - it's more high-tech than my phone ever was in the States...though I'm sure I'm still way behind everyone else in that realm.

6. I finally saw the Prague Castle!! Our group somehow missed that last year...

And, the part that I've enjoyed the most...I've been meeting a lot of people. Many of them are connections through Emily. Others, I've met at church. Speaking of church, I think that's going to be a separate blog entry...on Thursday night, I went to Youth Group with Emily and met a number of young adults. It was a lot of fun sitting with them in McDonald's afterward (yes, that's one of the 'cool' places to hang out...), simply starting to get to know them. Two of them also go to the same church that I attended on Sunday. Another one works for the Language Center, so I was able to see her today when I registered for my classes. It's so fun to know/recognize people already!

I'm excited about all the relationships that lie ahead...in my language class, at the church, in the community where I live, and everywhere in between. I'm not naive enough to think that these relationships will come quickly or even easily, but I do believe that they will come in time.

The adventure begins...

After about 13 hours of travel, I have arrived in my new home.

Thankfully, I didn't have any troubles or complications throughout my travels. I was a little nervous (or maybe a lot nervous, it depends on who you talk to!) at the Detroit airport because of my two large bags, plus two carry-ons. According to the Lufthansa website, it looked like I would only be able to take one carry-on instead of the normal two. But, the ticket agent was very gracious (or maybe God was just being merciful!) and told me the two carry-ons would be fine. And, she only charged me the rate for a second bag, even though I am positive that my first bag was WAY over the 50lb limit (try 70lb at least). I was so excited I could have screamed. :)

Yesterday around 1:00pm (Prague local time), I stepped off the plane and proceeded to baggage claim to gather my two large bags. After what felt like an eternity, they rounded the bend of the conveyor belt. Oh, happy day; all of my luggage arrived! :) I exited the baggage claim area to be greeted by my dear friend and teammate, Emily, who was waiting with a big smile on her face. What a joy to finally see her again!

It's been good to be back here in this land. I'm still processing what all that means and looks like, but I know that I am where I'm supposed to be for this season of life. God has granted me favor and I'm going to continue walking in that confidence. Why I ever doubted during the long wait for a visa, I don't know. But I'm here now, and hope to continue trusting in His leading along the way.

Thanks to each one of you who have been praying for me along the way...for the visa to come through, for funds to come in, for the transition and the good-bye process and for many other reasons. I appreciate it. I have felt supported by those prayers, so thank you. And thanks especially for praying for my family as I left. They are great and incredibly supportive, but I have glimpsed how hard this is for them. So, please continue to lift up those dear, dear people in my life. Thanks!

Leavin' on a jet plane!

Just a little excited! :)

It's here!!! As of Monday, I am the proud owner of a 6 month student visa for the Czech Republic. Here's the proof. :) 

Thanks to all of you who have been praying with and for me to receive my visa. I greatly appreciate it! I would welcome your continued prayers as I pack, say good-byes to family and friends, and arrive in the CZ. I'll have a week to get settled before classes start on the 12th. You could be praying for the gift of tongues in order to speak the Czech language too. :) 

Farewell, Lancaster

Dearest Lancaster,

I can't believe it's finally here; the day that I am no longer a resident of 518 N Plum Street. It brings such bittersweet emotions. There are so many things that I will miss about you...walking your streets, in every season...First Friday...coffee shops that are open late...Central Market...the small town feel, with an urban/international flair...yummy restaurants...the sense of community during a snow storm...greeting people on the street, whether you know them or not...the Fulton Theater...the pianos, oh the pianos!...

And that doesn't even begin to mention the people. Lancaster is more than buildings, it really is the people that make it such a great place to live.

How does one even begin to say good-bye to the dear, dear friends they're leaving? I'm not sure. But, I do know that last night's going away party was a blessing. Thanks to all of you who came out for it. And, for those who it didn't work, it's just a "see you later" kind of thing...because I really do hope to "see you all later".

I have been blessed with some amazing friends. I am overwhelmed with gratitude. Thank you, Lord for each one of them. Pour out your blessing upon each of them.

So, with few words that can truly express all that's within me, I say, "Thank you, Lancaster! You've been a great place to live."

And, thank you, dear friends, for allowing me into your lives; for loving and accepting me; and now for believing in me and sending me out to follow God on this crazy walk of faith He's called me to. Know that you will be missed and that I will be praying for you as well. With much love, and many other emotions, I bid you "so long."

Oh, and if you ever want to see Prague... :)

The question of the hour is...

...so what day are you leaving?

Such a simple question; such a complex answer.

While I have been released to purchase a plane ticket, I don't have a visa yet. Do I go on faith and buy a plane ticket for the time I want to leave, hoping and believing that the visa will come in time? Do I wait until I get the final letter from the Czech Republic before purchasing the ticket? Who knows.

Oh, and the advice from my dear brother; "if you can't get a Visa, try Mastercard or Discover." Helpful, Brad, helpful. :)

My hope is still to depart for the Czech around the 28th of August (yes, that's less than 2 weeks away).

In the meantime, I'm again learning to trust. God is in control. And He's never late.

Why the Czech Republic?

Over the last few months, I have been asked over and over "Why the Czech Republic? How did you know that's where you were supposed to be?"

I figured it was about time that I wrote about that here, since maybe you have the same questions. 

*Disclaimer: For those of you who have seen the July 2011 edition of the Missionary Messenger (EMM's monthly magazine) or who have heard me share about my journey, this is going to be a review. 

Without further ado, here's my story...

in Somalia, age 3

It all started back in 1983 when I was 3 years old. My parents took me and my younger sister (who was a year old) to East Africa to visit my Aunt and Uncle who were serving with Mennonite Central Committee (MCC). Though I don't remember much from that trip, I do remember coming back telling my parents that I was going to be a missionary in Africa some day. I'm not sure what their reaction was, but I envision that it was one of cautious skepticism ("we'll see how long this idea lasts before she changes her mind"). The funny thing is, it was always there, in the back of my mind.

Throughout the years, it would vacillate between "something I wanted to do" and "something I was sure I'd NEVER do." Even in the midst of those "I never want to do THAT" times, Africa continued to intrigue me...from pictures, movies set in Africa, missionaries sharing at our church...it was there, in the recesses of my mind.

Our cross-cultural group

Then I spent 2.5 weeks in Israel on my cross-cultural trip with Bluffton College. While I enjoyed my time in the Middle East, it went beyond that. It re-ignited something in me...God was once again opening my eyes to the world.

The next summer, I went on my first short-term assignment with EMM; to Hong Kong of all places. I'm pretty sure that was (in my mind) the farthest thing from Kenya that I could get. When I received the letter telling me that I was headed to Hong Kong, I was not excited. At that time, I didn't even like Chinese food or couldn't eat with chopsticks; how in the world would I survive for a whole month?! But throughout that experience, God was showing me that, even though I didn't speak the language, He could still use me to show His love to those around me. It was an experience I won't easily forget...I was changed; "ruined for the ordinary" as the saying goes.

But what did that mean for my future?

I distinctly remember leaving the Harrisburg Discipleship Center (HDC) and hearing one of the staff members say, "see you here next fall for YES." NO WAY was I going to be in YES the next fall. I was going to graduate, find a good-paying job, and give money to support missions. That was all I needed to do...the missions box of my life was "checked off."

It didn't quite work that way.

Southern Chile

A few months later, I found myself in contact with EMM once again, this time about a YES assignment. Kenya was still the place that I wanted to go (because I was positive that once there, I would spend the rest of my life there); the only complicating factor was that EMM didn't have a YES team going to Kenya that year. Instead, I found myself headed to the islands of Southern Chile. Don't get me wrong, I had heard Chile was beautiful...but it wasn't Kenya. While there, God continued to show me His heart for the nations. I realized anew that He truly does desire a relationship with each of His children, in every part of the world. I look back on my time in Chile as one where I grew a lot, both in my knowledge of God and of His work in my own life.

After returning from Chile, I ended up leading both a STAT and a YES team. The STAT team went to Southern Spain and the YES team ended up being to Nairobi, Kenya. I was FINALLY going to be in Kenya, where things would simply fall in to place for the rest of my life.

It didn't quite work that way. Again.

Within a month of being in Kenya, I knew that I wasn't going to be there beyond my initial YES term. So, what did that mean? Wasn't I called to serve God as a missionary to Africa? Hadn't I been dreaming of this for 20 years? What now?

In the midst of these questions, I felt God simply say, "I'm calling you to the nations." I got the sense that He would lead me, if I would allow Him to. I also got the sense that it wouldn't look like I thought it would.

After returning from Kenya, I ended up living in Lancaster, PA and eventually began working at EMM. A few years after I started working at EMM, they started talking about sending a team to begin working in the Czech Republic. At the time, I couldn't even find the Czech Republic on the map! I later learned that it was surrounded by Germany, Poland, Slovakia and Austria...in case you're not sure yourself. :)

Not once did I envision that this was the place I'd end up. But, God had other plans. Through a series of events, God began developing within me a love for those who have been hurt by the church...for those who don't even know if there is a God...for those who would rather rely on themselves instead of a God who they don't have time for or aren't sure they even need. Slowly, God began breaking my heart for the Czech people. I began to catch glimpses of it when I would pray for the nation.

Did you know that the Czech Republic is considered to be the most atheistic nation of Europe? That fact breaks my heart, and I know that it breaks God's heart too. He desires for all of His children to know Him.

Don't get me wrong, I struggled with the idea of going to the Czech Republic at first. But, in the end, I wanted to be obedient. It was through a song, "God of This City" by Chris Tomlin, that I finally realized God was calling me to the Czech.

A year later, as I was circling Prague to descend (on my first visit to the nation), I looked out the window and thought, "wow, that looks like home." I meant Ohio when I said it because of the green fields that surround the capital city. But I stopped myself...maybe, just maybe, that was also prophetic too. And, you know what? It was. As soon as I stepped off the plane, God's peace enveloped me and I KNEW that I was supposed to be there.

Yes, I'm scared. Yes, there will be bumps along the way. Yes, there will be days when I want to give up and head home. Yes, I'll get lonely. But, that can't keep me from going. God has called and I want to be obedient. So, to the Czech Republic I'll go.

A new name!

Caden 

I now have another name...Aunt Stacy! :)

Caden Ryan Nofziger was born to my brother and sister-in-law on Friday, June 24 at 8:51pm. At birth, he was 7lb 10oz, 20.5 inches long.

This is the first niece or nephew born into my immediate family. Needless to say, there was quite a bit of excitement when he was born!

Unfortunately, because I've been participating in the WMI training, I haven't been able to see him in person. But, my family has graciously made sure to send pictures of him (thanks to all of you!). I'm looking forward to meeting him in a few weeks.

Congrats, Brad and Kim, on Caden's birth! And, welcome to the family, little Caden!

"May the Lord bless you and keep you; the Lord make his face to shine upon you and be gracious to you; the Lord turn his face toward you and give you peace." (Numbers 6:24-26). Much love to the three of you!

Recent happenings

As I mentioned in the previous post, I am currently participating in the World Missions Institute (WMI) training with EMM. Yesterday marked the start of the second week. It's going quickly already, which I was afraid of. I knew that once I started WMI, my summer would fly (in a good way!) and before I realized it, I would be on a plane headed for Prague.

Now, don't get me wrong, I am REALLY looking forward to taking that flight and starting life in Prague...but, it's the leaving family and friends part that I'm struggling with. How in the world am I supposed to say good-bye to all these dear people? It's a bit overwhelming when I stop to think about it.

But, that's not what I'm focusing on with this post, is it?! Back to WMI...(though I'm sure I'll come back to that leaving question at some point)...

What kinds of things have I been learning? I think the better question is where to start and how much to share.  Instead of a day-by-day walk through of our schedule, I'm going to focus on a few things that have struck me this first week (you can thank me later).

One of the first things that I realized is that I really enjoy being back in a training setting. It feels so different to me to be participating in a training like this, instead of helping to make sure it's running smoothly or that all the details are in place. I have really enjoyed sitting back and simply taking in all the learning. It's been a while since I've had the privilege of doing this and I am loving it!

To go along with that, I have really been enjoying the relationships with other participants. It's such a blessing to be with people who have the same heart and passion for the world, even if we're going to completely different places. We're a fairly diverse group (in many factors) and that is such a blessing! I love how much richer our conversations are as a result!

The teachings are another whole realm that I have really enjoyed. We've already talked about topics ranging from Sharing Jesus to the Old and New Testament Foundations in Mission to the Holy Spirit in Missions to Cultural Dynamics. I honestly don't even know where to start. Wow. Maybe I'll leave that for the next time.

Training

World Mission Institute started last week. It's one of the trainings that EMM provides for their workers. I will be here for 3.5 weeks...here being the Harrisburg Discipleship Center (HDC). It's been a while since I've been a participant living at HDC. Oh the memories!  :) 

The first week was filled with a number of good teachings and practical experience, as well as many thought-provoking conversations. It's also an encouragement to simply be surrounded by people who carry the same heart for the world. 

I hope to blog about some of the things that are standing out to me, but won't take the time right now. Stay tuned for more! 

Are you stuck?

Today I was reading this article (link: http://issuu.com/relevantmagazine/docs/relevant50/49) and it struck me...I'm living 'stuck in Saturday'.

The article starts off talking about waiting and our lack of patience with it. Think about it. We get annoyed when we have to wait for almost anything. We like things to be instantaneous. I know I do. The most frustrating wait in my day is often Monday mornings when I turn my computer on. It seems to take FOREVER, when in reality, it's probably a minute. Or when the internet is being a little too slow when loading a page, the thought goes through my head "Ugh; what's taking so long?" I could go on and on with examples of ways I get annoyed when I have to wait a little longer than normal. Confession: I am an impatient person. There, I said it. Now, the whole world knows.

The crazy thing is that I can get impatient with God too. Thoughts like "God, I asked you about this 30 seconds ago, why haven't you answered yet??" run through my head more times than I like to admit. Maybe it's just me, but there are times when I really start to wonder if he's forgotten me...or if I missed hearing his voice...or if the answer is just "no" and I'm too stubborn to recognize it. Can you relate?

The article continues on, relating it to the Easter story. We mourn the death of Christ on Friday and we rejoice at his resurrection on Sunday. But we never talk about what happened on Saturday. Have you ever thought about what the disciples or the crowds went through on Saturday? I'm sure they were filled with all kinds of questions and thoughts from "was that it?!" to disappointment that Jesus died, leaving his promises unfulfilled. I can relate to those feelings. Even now, on the brink of something new and exciting, there have been times where I wonder "was that it?" or feel like promises are unfulfilled.

A few years ago, I heard a sermon about living in a liminal state...those times when we're in transition. Something has ended or changed and the new thing hasn't begun. I've been living in a liminal state for a while now. But, with my last week of employment at EMM starting in two days, the liminal state I've been living in is starting to draw to a close.

All that to say, Saturdays and liminal states are part of the normal processes of life. I must remember to have hope in the midst of those times. Hope that God is at work, even when I can't see it.

It's the end of the world as we know it...

Isn't there a phrase like, "all things must come to an end in order for new things to begin?" If not, there should be. I mean, it is true and all. And, that's where I'm finding myself these days...at another point on the transition map.

This week, I begin to train my replacement at EMM. Don't get me wrong, I am super excited by who we hired to take the reins as DM Department Manager. Jacki will do a great job! She will be able to take the role to a different level than I was able to. She'll bring fresh vision and passion to the role...something that I fear has started to wane within me as I look ahead toward the Czech. I can't wait to see how God uses her here!

With Jacki's coming, that means that I won't feel like I'm pulled in so many directions. I'll be able to focus more fully on preparations for the Czech...packing up my house, going through trainings, working on my upcoming presentations, fundraising, and beginning the good-bye process. Not only that, but her coming means I'm one step closer to leaving for the Czech. That too is worth looking forward to.

But, as exciting as all that is...it's also a bit sad. I'm leaving my job at EMM. The place I've worked for 5.5 years will no longer be the place I report to on a daily basis. My department will no longer be my department. I will no longer be part of discussions about the future of DM or on what the next Commissioning looks like. I will be passing on the mantle.

What does that even look like? How does one do that? How does one transition all that they've learned over that length of time to someone else? Where do I begin?

Děkuji! Thank you!

Words cannot describe how thankful I am to each one of you who have supported me on this journey so far. As of last week, I reached 51% of the needed financial support for my three year term. Wow! Thank you to each one who has donated financially.

For all of you who came out to the Settlers of Catan event a few weeks ago, Thank you!

And to those who donated items and/or attended the auction the week after, Thank you!

To those who have committed to praying for me, Thank you!

And to each one of you, near and far, who have shown their support in so many other ways, I say Thank you!

I am humbled and blessed to have so many dear, dear people who support me. Thank you.

Spring has sprung!

I have thoroughly enjoyed walking the streets of Lancaster recently.

The trees are blossoming and giving off their sweet aroma.

The flowers are blooming; in splashes of reds, yellows, oranges, pinks, purples.

More people are out and about enjoying the warmer weather; greeting each other on the street.

There's just something about spring that makes me feel alive and excited about all that lies ahead. Maybe it's the fact that I'm the daughter of a farmer. Spring equals planting season and the start of growing season. Maybe it's because spring brings the anticipation of the new things that God will do in the new season. Whatever it is, this year is no exception to my excitement at the start of spring. As I look ahead to what awaits me in Prague, I get excited about the opportunity to get to know a new culture; to build relationships with people I don't yet know; to see how God is already at work in a city where people often don't feel they need him; and to be transformed in the process.

I heard recently that Prague has a lot of flowering trees as well. Just think, next year, I'll be walking the streets of Prague, enjoying the familiar, and yet different, sights and smells of a new spring season. I can hardly wait!

Small Things Bring Great Joy

Some 'small' things that have brought me great joy recently...

• Talking with my brother on the phone.
• Running in to a friend that I haven't seen in months.
• Warm weather.
• Flowers beginning to bloom.
• Good coffee.
• Playing piano to my heart's content.
• Working in the garden.

Small things. Great joy. Aahh...this is what makes my heart content.

God doesn't want more missionaries...

Say what?!

I was at the Harrisburg Discipleship Center (HDC) for a ministry night when I heard those words last week. My heart sunk. Isn't that what I am? Aren't I preparing to serve as a missionary to the Czech Republic? What does that mean? Am I wrong? Does God really not want me to go?

Then I realized something...that wasn't the end of the statement.

"God doesn't want more missionaries, He wants more lovers of Him." His desire is that we love Him so much and seek to know and follow Him that we can't help but ooze out His love for the world. I'm not going to a place where God isn't. I'm not going to a place where I have to do the work in my own strength and expect great results. I'm not going to convert or change anyone.

God is.

My love of Jesus will make a difference. It will draw people to Him. Jesus is the one to bring the change...the results...the transformation. Yes, I'll be His vessel, but it'll be in His strength and not my own. NOT Stacy. Praise God.

Lord, fill me with your love for the Czech; the land, the people. May it ooze out of me so that others may come to know you.

New Revelation on a Familiar Passage...

How many times have I read through sections or stories in the Bible, and see them in the same light as the times before? Where I get the main point of the story, but maybe gloss over how it applies to my life today. For me, this happens too often...more than I'd like to admit or more than I would like to happen. I thought Scripture is supposed to come alive and be applicable to our lives today...but what happens when it doesn't? What happens when I feel like I read it and...nothing changes? What does that mean? What am I doing wrong?

While I'm sure I could analyze this whole thing in multiple ways (though if I'm honest, I'd probably think about it for a few minutes and then get bored with the thinking and move on), that's not actually the focus of this blog. You see, this time, when I read Scripture and discussed it, I got it. I got how it applies to me. I could see how I fit into the story.

It happened at church this past Sunday. The passage was from Mark 10:17-31, about the rich young ruler. This is what the passage says (from the NIV).

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"As Jesus started on his way, a man ran up to him and fell on his knees before him. "Good teacher," he asked, "what must I do to inherit eternal life?"

"Why do you call me good?" Jesus answered. "No one is good - except God alone. You know the commandments, 'Do not murder, do not commit adultery, do not steal, do not give false testimony, do not defraud, honor your father and mother."

"Teacher," he declared, "all these I have kept since I was a boy."

Jesus looked at him and loved him. "One thing you lack," he said. "Go, sell everything you have and give to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven. Then come, follow me."

At this the man's face fell. He went away sad, because he had great wealth.

Jesus looked around and said to his disciples, "How hard it is for the rich to enter the kingdom of God!"

The disciples were amazed at his words. But Jesus said again, "Children, how hard it is to enter the kingdom of God! It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God."

The disciples were even more amazed, and said to each other, "Who then can be saved?"

Jesus looked at them and said, "With man this is impossible, but not with God; all things are possible with God."

Peter said to him, "We have left everything to follow you!"

"I tell you the truth," Jesus replied, "no one who has left home or brothers or sisters or mother or father or children or fields for me and the gospel will fail to receive a hundred times as much in this present age (homes, brothers, sisters, mothers, children and fields - and with them, persecutions) and in the age to come, eternal life. But many who are first will be last, and the last first."

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The last section has always drawn my attention. Not to sound spiritual, or like I have it all together (because I surely don't!), but I think this section caught my attention because I've known for a long time that I would be called to overseas missions. I knew that this would be me. But, in all honesty, I never really understood what it all meant.

Yep, I got the leaving part. I could identify with Peter. But what did Jesus mean when he said that those persons would receive back 100 times as much as they had lost IN THIS PRESENT AGE (not just by giving them eternal life)? What does that even mean?!

As we were discussing it on Sunday, someone shared that they think it may mean we gain community. Think about it. If I give up the rights to my stuff (home, family, etc.) and you give up yours, and we share it...we now have more than we started from. I need to release my grasp on these things in order to allow God to bless me with more. In the kingdom of God and in community, I will be provided for. Interesting thought...but it doesn't stop there.

This time, as I read it, I also was thinking about Prague. I'm giving up everything that I know...family, friends, home, job, church, life in general...and going to a place that is almost completely foreign to me. The longest period of time I've talked with someone there is 2 hours (and that was in a group setting). I don't have friends there. I don't have a place to live. I don't have a church. I don't have anything. And yet, as I read those words, I was overwhelmed with the sense of promise that they held. God will give back 100 times what I have given up. God will provide. I shouldn't fear, because He will provide. I will have those things. Wow. I'm both humbled and encouraged.

Thank you, Jesus, for this promise.

Charles University, here I come!

It's official...I'll begin studying Czech at the Charles University come September (12th to be exact)! It's a one-year intensive Czech language program, at the Charles University in Prague. I received word this past Thursday, January 6 that I was in...a little over 24 hours after I sent the application in!

But, what a process it was to apply...Not only did I need to fill out the application, I needed to send them a copy of my college diploma and transcripts, a copy of my passport and a 'motivation letter'. The motivation letter was supposed to include things like, why I want to study Czech; if I've studied Czech before; what I wanted to do after I finished the program; etc. In it, I mentioned that I have downloaded a program from the Internet and have done a few lessons (though I'm not sure if I've got the pronunciation down correctly or not!). Well, when I received word back from the University, the only thing that was mentioned was "that is great you already study the language." I didn't even get a "congratulations!" :)

I am looking forward to it though. I'm ready for a new challenge in life and this will definitely provide that! According to the website, classes will be 9-1 Monday through Friday, so I think my brain will be pretty full at the end of the day. But, I'm excited to learn a new language and to be able to put it into practice right away. Of course, you may need to remind me of that in 8 months! :)