tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180683742024-03-14T20:56:20.264+08:00In & Out of Seasona reflective journey towards a life of praiseJoel Osbornehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213049760501270765noreply@blogger.comBlogger64125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068374.post-78501674620527935662008-07-23T22:31:00.003+08:002008-07-23T22:48:00.626+08:00from dread to praise...and double blech!<br /><br />That is the immediate feeling after spending six hours working on five currencies for three months of finances. There is little I find more life-draining than thinking about or working with money and numbers.<br /><br />However, last quarter's quarterly financial report is complete. It's been hanging over my head. I've dreaded it and avoided it (as usual) but now it's done and I can breathe a sigh of relief.<br /><br />I had two dreams in the early morning that I remember. The first one was what seemed to be Japan. I was looking at an apartment that I was obviously thinking about moving into, and I kept discovering more rooms and that the apartment was so much larger than I thought. I was so pleased that it was going to be so cheap (just 4 man yen...about 400 dollars). I turned around and Ben startled me...somehow I knew he was there but didn't expect him to be in the room, and he was looking at me like he was about to play a prank.<br /><br />The second dream was a praise dream. I don't know where I was but it was a grand place and there were lots of people from around the world there...and we were singing praises at the top of our lungs. Now and then, I have dreams like this. This one woke me up, and I felt so full of joy. I couldn't fall back asleep.<br /><br />So I got up and felt a ton of energy (the most I've felt in a while). I was SO PRODUCTIVE today - completing my discipleship study from Mark, finances (leftover income tax stuff, quarterly report), 2 loads of laundry, completed & sent out my monthly prayer requests, purchased airplane tickets for my trip to Thailand, caught up on email.<br /><br />So...I have one life draining moment of today, but it's counterbalanced by many life giving highlights. Thanks, God.Joel Osbornehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213049760501270765noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068374.post-78635524811527621982008-07-04T13:07:00.003+08:002008-07-14T14:53:15.360+08:00thru new lenses...or should I say, through a different set of eyes?<br /><br />SOYMILK has begun the discipleship study of Mark's gospel. Saturday was our first time to split into our groups and share what we learned from chapter one. Some, of course, did not complete the task but growing being refined is generally a process rather than an overnight transformation.<br /><br />Our group chose the question "What did Jesus see?" and the statement "As Jesus' disciple, I will see what He saw" for our DC (discipleship challenge). This time we'll do it as a group. We plan to go to the airport next Sunday at 5 PM and watch people for a couple of hours then we'll discuss it later. (Thanks Mike Rush, for the idea of airport rap...)<br /><br />I don't find it coincidental that this question hit me hardest and that recently I feel like I'm seeing things differently. Perhaps it's because I've ended another plateau of adjustment in Singapore and I've learned we continue to go through waves of adjustment. Maybe it has to do with the fact that I'm consciously aware of trying to see as Jesus saw.<br /><br />In any case, it started off with Pak Fook inviting me to go to Little India two weeks ago after worship and lunch. I've been to Little India before, but it's a whole different experience on Sundays when everyone has the day off. Going to that place and seeing the masses of people, seeing women (and men dressed as women) waiting for "gentlement visitors" and witnessing worship in the Tamil language (at Methodist and Catholic churches)...I felt like I was seeing a COMPLETELY DIFFERENT Singapore than I've ever experienced before. It made me think about bringing some of the youth, who are all a different cultural subgroup than this, and expose them to a different part of their own nation than what they experience day-to-day and just listen to their observations and reactions.<br /><br />This morning, we met Kong Jo at the airport. He begins a new chapter in his life of university in Perth, Australia. I watched him. I watched his parents. I watched his girlfriend, and the youth. By asking God to help me to see with Jesus' eyes, I felt like I could see differently.<br /><br />This afternoon, I went to McDonald's for lunch because it was hot and I wanted to be in a place with a/c. There was a Malay man sleeping at a table. I noticed him right away because I sat in the empty section at the back. I've not seen him before (hey, I'm starting to recognize the people in this neighbourhood...). School children were also there. One very round Indian boy noticed the man, and called his friends' (of varied ethnicity) attention to it. I watched them - some alone, some in small groups - each take turns taking a peek. Some were surprised, others laughed or cringed because they felt nervous, disgusted or thought it was funny/wierd. Some went for a second or third peek. Their reactions caught the attention of the cleaning auntie. She stood there for awhile, and her presence was enough to divert the children away. She disappeared, and a while later the manager appeared. The manager woke him up and kindly but firmly told him that he cannot sleep in the restaurant...but I noticed she didn't tell him to leave. He sat up and drifted in and out of consciousness. He looked at me more than a few times, and I tried to look into his eyes out of care for him. When cacophony arrived with a group of seven older Chinese people, he quietly slipped away. In fact, I had looked elsewhere and when I turned back, he was gone.<br /><br />Tons of questions filled my mind. Who is this man? What would Jesus have REALLY seen in this situation? What did the man see when he looked at me, or looked at others? For how long would the children talk about it and would they tell their parents? How would their parents react (with fear, with disgust, with compassion, with a racial joke or slur) and how would that reaction shape what the kids would see in the future?<br /><br />I'm looking forward to our group challenge next Sunday. Andris will be away in Austria, but she will try to do it on her own. I hope everyone else in my group (Kevin, Jeremy C, Daniel, Keith, Nicholas) can be there for the challenge.<br /><br />There is a lot that has happened since my last post, and I know I fell off the wagon. But I'm back on again, and will try to "fill in the blanks" when I return from Penang and elsewhere.<br /><br />God, give us eyes to see as Jesus sees the world around us and the people in it.Joel Osbornehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213049760501270765noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068374.post-66778862560108596312008-05-06T21:13:00.003+08:002008-05-06T21:44:53.195+08:00sepetTalked with my parents and brother today. It was good to hear their voices. I hadn't talked to any of them since I arrived in Singapore, so it was nice to share a lot about life and experiences here.<br /><br />Pak Fook has been introducing me to several research materials, journals and books for both personal growth and for future ministry in Asia. He also has introduced me to many quality movies (like, "I Not Stupid") that give insights into culture. One of my recent favourites is "Sepet" (which apparently means Chinese Eyes) by Yasmin Ahmad which explores a lot about race and culture through a love story between a Chinese man and Malay woman in Malaysia.<br /><br />Today, Pak Fook showed me a commercial by Yasmin Ahmad that I simply HAVE to share. It won an award, but it also wins an award from me. It goes along the same lines as Sepet, and the children's expressions (especially Hong Ming) are wonderful. There are two others, "He, She" and "Race" that don't grab my heart in the same way, but they're still good. I'm including the dialogue following the video in case you can't understand what the kids are saying. I hope you enjoy it, and maybe I'll have a chance to comment more deeply about my thoughts/feelings at a later date.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UehSJlOQj2I&hl=en"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UehSJlOQj2I&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br /><strong>Hong Ming:</strong> Her name is Ummi. Ummi Qazrina. I like her.<br /><em>Yasmin:</em> Why do you like her?<br /><strong>Hong Ming:</strong> She wears earrings, she will tie her ponytail, um...she’s pretty...<br /><em>Yasmin:</em> What do you wish to say to her?<br /><strong>Hong Ming:</strong> Do you wanna come on a date? Um…to a romantic dinner.<br /><em>Yasmin:</em> And, em, does she know you like her?<br /><strong>Hong Ming:</strong> No, I keep it a secret.<br /><em>Yasmin:</em> Why?<br /><strong>Hong Ming:</strong> I don’t want the whole world to know!<br /><em>Yasmin:</em> Why not?<br /><strong>Hong Ming:</strong> Because everybody will laugh at me.<br /><em>Yasmin:</em> Why should they laugh at you?<br /><strong>Hong Ming:</strong> Ha?<br /><em>Yasmin:</em> Why should they laugh at you?<br /><strong>Hong Ming:</strong> She doesn’t like me.<br /><em>Yasmin:</em> She doesn’t like you?<br /><strong>Hong Ming:</strong> (Shakes his head "no")<br /><br /><strong>Ummi:</strong> My name is Ummi Qazrina.<br /><em>Yasmin:</em> Who’s your best friend?<br /><strong>Ummi:</strong> Tan Hong Ming.<br /><em>Yasmin:</em> Tan Hong Ming?<br /><strong>Ummi:</strong> (Nods)<br /><em>Yasmin:</em> Do you like him?<br /><strong>Ummi:</strong> (Silence)<br /><em>Yasmin:</em> Do you have a boyfriend?<br /><strong>Ummi:</strong> (Nods yes)<br /><em>Yasmin:</em> Who’s your boyfriend?<br /><strong>Ummi:</strong> Tan Hong Ming.Joel Osbornehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213049760501270765noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068374.post-11196723868577812492008-05-05T02:28:00.003+08:002008-05-05T03:24:46.658+08:00happy birthday, dad<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOURSmBoFlg6S0I0n6HVK13CZkL6FKbE29bPaIX29WAe71DVQXy-kor5GaCGBiD3qYpUp41l9JgZXOoDSlWqYEDTbITlYQLt9FAPzRh4fiApsVDGDDy0FhaoBhyphenhyphen-KuhUCkNxEEfg/s1600-h/Mom+%26+Dad+in+October.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOURSmBoFlg6S0I0n6HVK13CZkL6FKbE29bPaIX29WAe71DVQXy-kor5GaCGBiD3qYpUp41l9JgZXOoDSlWqYEDTbITlYQLt9FAPzRh4fiApsVDGDDy0FhaoBhyphenhyphen-KuhUCkNxEEfg/s400/Mom+%26+Dad+in+October.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196605521765404866" /></a><br />My dad turns 68 today. I know 68 isn't really old - as I get older, I'm convinced our concept of "young" and "old" is based upon our perspective - but it also doesn't seem entirely real that Dad is sixty-eight years old.<br /><br />At the core, Dad and I are such different people even though obvious fingerprints of him are within me. For example, Dad values privacy and independence when I'd rather be "in the thick" of the people and the activity/action. But just as I have never questioned my father's commitment to God or to my Mom, I have felt secure that Dad desired and actively cultivated a good, strong relationship with me. My father places high premium on loyalty and trust. He speaks praise of my mother to me. He listens to me and encourages me, and reinforces his belief in me and my abilities.<br /><br />When I think about my high school years and beyond, Dad could be found sitting in the quiet of the living room, pouring over Scripture and sharing an insight he'd learned if I stuck around long enough. I have been in the car when he's done many unseen, unspoken acts of kindness in providing for others. He was quick to encourage and support any opportunities where I might grow and receive different exposure. As I get older I appreciate many sacrifices made for me to take advantage of Christian education, travelling, mission and ministry experiences, music pursuits and the list goes on. <br /><br />As I celebrate my father's life today, this is but a glimpse of what I appreciate about the man I call "Dad" and to whom I seek to bring honour. I am grateful that God has blessed me and I just want to say thank you and happy birthday to you, Dad.Joel Osbornehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213049760501270765noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068374.post-87646669084489556672008-05-05T02:05:00.002+08:002008-05-05T02:28:43.961+08:00ohisashiburiThat's what we say in Japanese when we see someone we haven't met for quite a while. Yoshinori breezed out of Singapore tonight as quickly as he breezed into the country last night. It was TOTALLY unexpected for me (two days before his departure, he sent an email to my hotmail account, which I hardly check). As I watched him clear immigration and walk towards his gate, I realized how much I needed to see him, and what a blessing that it was for me.<br /><br />I'm sad that we didn't have time for deeper conversation, but both less than 24 hours and so many friends to see prevented it from happening. But I felt gratitude to be with him, and I told him I wished for more time. The last 30-40 minutes at tcc (one of my favourite places in Singapore!) we were blessed with protected conversation in Japanese. Isn't it funny how some people can pick up where we left off as if no time had passed since the last time we saw each other? "Poshipori" is one of those people for me. I was reminded that our decision to set aside programs and focus, rather, on specific relationships was one of the best shifts God brought to our attention, and then gifted us with the courage to follow through in making the shift. Thank you, God.<br /><br />Another blessing today was having the opportunity to witness and be thankful for my friends here in Singapore. I am definitely becoming attached and it will be hard to leave. I marveled as I sensed and experienced God's presence at the SOYMILK cell - his work amongst the group as a whole, but also how I can see God shaping the faith journeys of some of the older, leader-types. It is a unique opportunity for me to be on the sidelines and actively listen/watch for His refinement of these people. I was touched by the warmth of the Bedok church family again today in worship, in fellowship and in the acceptance and affirmation I have received. And most of all, the testimony of God's activity was clearly shown in the hearts of those who sought to greet, host and pour time/love into my dear friend from Japan.Joel Osbornehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213049760501270765noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068374.post-29777874529183485352008-04-30T01:26:00.003+08:002008-04-30T01:34:43.391+08:00i not stupidCrim called me this morning and we talked for almost two and a half hours. It was wonderful. I miss her - and I'm excited that she'll arrive in Japan while I'm there.<br /><br />I haven't been feeling well for the last couple of days. So after struggling to do some work, I decided to lay down at 4:15 because I had a headache and was feeling just horrible. When I woke up, it was 8:07 already! So I got up and made some mushroom soup for dinner, and ate that with some bread I bought at Marche on Sunday night. I also was surprised with a phone call from Debi - two phone calls in one day! It was so good to hear her voice and hear about Godo Reihai in Ibaraki. She, Sasha, Akiko and Yuko all went together. Earlier in the day I was thinking about it and felt a little sad that I was missing out this year.<br /><br />Tonight I watched the movie "I Not Stupid" (no, I didn't make a mistake in the title). It is a drama, but one with a purpose of examining/commenting upon Singapore's education system and culture. Pak Fook recommended it. I found myself in tears several times.<br /><br />It gave me lots to think about. And it made me miss my Mom, and be thankful for her.Joel Osbornehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213049760501270765noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068374.post-44008155477550588322008-01-07T14:25:00.000+08:002008-01-07T14:46:43.067+08:00my first undeveloped thoughts for 2008<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3fw4CBxZ45dDXlW0Tbjp0jgKCMbZkgbLqWYfFIRNrYEwEDnuwSvRSqo5N4WCMdEwiRNeClSoUioF5uYy-ZcHT1IzrLou3jzaQCRTjy4NYFYKKQyPQcEu-Y9Lg0-a8bhj01TRkeA/s1600-h/heavens.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3fw4CBxZ45dDXlW0Tbjp0jgKCMbZkgbLqWYfFIRNrYEwEDnuwSvRSqo5N4WCMdEwiRNeClSoUioF5uYy-ZcHT1IzrLou3jzaQCRTjy4NYFYKKQyPQcEu-Y9Lg0-a8bhj01TRkeA/s320/heavens.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152621473940560050" /></a><br /><em><strong>"The heavens declare your glory..."</strong></em><br /><br />I still haven't figured out what it is.<br /><br />That is, I haven't answered the deeper question of why I'm so drawn to God's holiness. Any song that dwells on who He is, why He's deserving of praise, and specifically His unique holiness speaks to me on a deeper level.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhk7apxOrZiqGgPKhU4ULsY-PEgQeDQplpcwiHWE_k5PtcOaIX_qgzjls1YXfP9I3zLTlYJO54EemdBpcHvUecA_Tt_iahIsWwbPdgKL2Sm-psAChd_Kag6t6k3xN9GwjIGvj5OA/s1600-h/candles+holiness.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhk7apxOrZiqGgPKhU4ULsY-PEgQeDQplpcwiHWE_k5PtcOaIX_qgzjls1YXfP9I3zLTlYJO54EemdBpcHvUecA_Tt_iahIsWwbPdgKL2Sm-psAChd_Kag6t6k3xN9GwjIGvj5OA/s320/candles+holiness.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152621748818467010" /></a><br /><br />I overheard my sister-in-law comment to my mother that she thinks God anointed me with a heart of worship.<br /><br />In the background is my new favourite CD by the University of Toronto Gospel Choir, "Send Me", and beside me is the book I'm currently digesting, "Emerging Worship: Creating Worship Gatherings for New Generations" by Dan Kimball. Last night, Debi, Sasha, Akira and I attended a worship gathering for English speakers in Sendai...and ever since, I have felt as if God's presence was tangible.<br /><br /><em>Do you ever have those moments where worship not only transforms you, but brings you to a new depth in seeking His holiness and becoming more intimate with him?</em>Joel Osbornehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213049760501270765noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068374.post-66001908365642174212007-08-28T11:04:00.000+08:002007-08-28T11:39:04.652+08:00reader's digest version...with pictures even!Okay. Pull out the oxygen and revive yourselves. Here's an entry.<br /><br />I am known amongst family and friends as...shall we say, "Verbose"? My friends Heather and Moses call it "shaggy dog". Crimsen tells me her family makes jokes about how long my guestbook messages are. And my sister Laura always tells me, "Okay, hurry up and get to the point. Give me the reader's digest version." So here is the reader's digest version of April through August 2007.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgmhrl3mj8140-de-OSiSmCjdFffX3A8yjf3TNyh-xXx70uqn1M4mAzMgusq91LLzT158twochWH1039DXX_28Lkag9znNhO8Re_pljWbKrGk7Zd6zwj9h8MRbh3Bqy7lVzko3gQ/s1600-h/GradYouthGermany+003.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgmhrl3mj8140-de-OSiSmCjdFffX3A8yjf3TNyh-xXx70uqn1M4mAzMgusq91LLzT158twochWH1039DXX_28Lkag9znNhO8Re_pljWbKrGk7Zd6zwj9h8MRbh3Bqy7lVzko3gQ/s320/GradYouthGermany+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103586648009899746" /></a><br /><br /><strong>April</strong> - spent most of my time doing LST prep, pining over the kids from Cambodia and all the AWESOME Christian youth in Asia that I met, and thinking about what's happening in my life. Gaku also moved in with Ben and I, so that he could begin to study the Bible and experience a relationship with God on a more tangible level.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFXJ9jtRpVDAS1DDsLRnfmi_b5pEK_vAiQKbSF52zLo1SitpUaFNXueD-9LDY1AmF6-Z_zZX0mi76wOKf7TfDZMkRYI0gN4fqXw5R9nCDgQixpw0s1ZMlR7XQhA-xJTbJalYka_Q/s1600-h/GradYouthGermany+053.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFXJ9jtRpVDAS1DDsLRnfmi_b5pEK_vAiQKbSF52zLo1SitpUaFNXueD-9LDY1AmF6-Z_zZX0mi76wOKf7TfDZMkRYI0gN4fqXw5R9nCDgQixpw0s1ZMlR7XQhA-xJTbJalYka_Q/s320/GradYouthGermany+053.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103587068916694770" /></a><br /><br /><strong>May</strong> - took a spontaneous trip to Germany and France (planned 3 weeks ahead) to go see Crimsen and to prolong burnout from setting in. (My flights were paid for through redeemed air miles!) Then, I scrambled to complete preparation for LST.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIlxWubXjuVSgUmXujIiEuLTlQnYcD4ZlPfjx0fMsTEXiVZFgkEvJ31fwsXcGjW1mTsL_AmoQgGN8Lfqkf-fPHj_Ay9t5Od4apd_mpGvF9CQV9oYrHeExX_2MZCjaOsCC344TAeA/s1600-h/Picture+226.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIlxWubXjuVSgUmXujIiEuLTlQnYcD4ZlPfjx0fMsTEXiVZFgkEvJ31fwsXcGjW1mTsL_AmoQgGN8Lfqkf-fPHj_Ay9t5Od4apd_mpGvF9CQV9oYrHeExX_2MZCjaOsCC344TAeA/s320/Picture+226.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103587850600742658" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi96TE3QLK4mdaant4hGWRyYf2u3aX9zpVeLnv62BVSF7QXNFIoEh1HW0wnmeQhMMMxSCzIC0j2N2-qPiHtS1uOs2_t5xnILHMk_QqD3ZuH1FlC_8yYSjf1wr9du30SD9yaBbxvSg/s1600-h/Picture+311.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi96TE3QLK4mdaant4hGWRyYf2u3aX9zpVeLnv62BVSF7QXNFIoEh1HW0wnmeQhMMMxSCzIC0j2N2-qPiHtS1uOs2_t5xnILHMk_QqD3ZuH1FlC_8yYSjf1wr9du30SD9yaBbxvSg/s320/Picture+311.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103588245737733906" /></a><br /><br /><strong>June & July</strong> - LST dominated my life. Virtually no days off for two months. A good team from York came to do LST, and two awesome MAP interns were a-"Hmong" us (A & Kao). Our FriendsCamp was also awesome, and we had a great team from our sponsoring churches. Many awesome faith conversations, many seeds planted...praying for a harvest from the Lord.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifSy_hED4mWR6OQ20v5rGzZ8OpLFMQoe916LKQ_QQkQ6zw71yGwlGbUa7InvP3xN1TOjkojs2THarxvTwKSMtyQqi0bcnQMWX9vcIhcAoLhuyLCq89vT3VclvHwEfJ2DofFjvfIw/s1600-h/AMF+2007+167.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifSy_hED4mWR6OQ20v5rGzZ8OpLFMQoe916LKQ_QQkQ6zw71yGwlGbUa7InvP3xN1TOjkojs2THarxvTwKSMtyQqi0bcnQMWX9vcIhcAoLhuyLCq89vT3VclvHwEfJ2DofFjvfIw/s320/AMF+2007+167.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103589066076487458" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8S81kjoDvCuSRerSBB3YOVWGCwwXvXe0e9XAposGrm-zXw5YyrNDmqQ4rBF4_XYoFv4S4TZWlcd3NdLYoRoqbz_vMXk-p3AmbWQNrFzMZRAzgK-YpcqUYhFQP2Yc2cXp3EERt_A/s1600-h/DSC_7285.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8S81kjoDvCuSRerSBB3YOVWGCwwXvXe0e9XAposGrm-zXw5YyrNDmqQ4rBF4_XYoFv4S4TZWlcd3NdLYoRoqbz_vMXk-p3AmbWQNrFzMZRAzgK-YpcqUYhFQP2Yc2cXp3EERt_A/s320/DSC_7285.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103589852055502642" /></a><br /><br /><strong>August</strong> - rushed off to Bali, Indonesia to host the AMF, and celebrated 17 years as a Christian on August 1st. The AMF was fabulous - got to see many loved ones from all over Asia and from North America! Got sick from pushing myself too hard. Had a wonderful visit from Dottie and Steve when we returned. We hosted and celebrated Shi's wedding, sang our last concerts and have begun preparation for the next stage of work and life. I'm proud to share that I successfully executed a day-long date and surprise birthday party for Debi's 25th birthday. We found out Crimsen's mom has cancer, which also has thrown many new questions into the future, but we are so excited to see things progressing in a good way for her. And more exciting news: Akiko is going to Thailand to be a mission apprentice!!!<br /><br />There's much more...but that would mean shaggy dog stories. And now you know why I have been allergic to blogging. No time. No energy.<br /><br />Okay...this was still a lengthy entry, but you have to give me credit for summarizing five months (and five of the busiest months of my life).Joel Osbornehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213049760501270765noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068374.post-59385551922124270822007-03-23T23:29:00.000+08:002007-03-23T23:40:33.674+08:00happy birthday gakuThe night before we left for Cambodia, we celebrated Gaku's birthday. Ben & Erica, Debi & I, Akiko and Gaku enjoyed some Ramen and then went to Baskin Robbins for some ice cream. Here are some of the "very serious" pictures we took.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgt-ggAcNeFdw9pN5jdeg-AJvrSDykyLdT2b4PABTlC8eqoFcGNGvC8c0uh0RNgYF8zMt3qtAXmD3WaeLI6CziUp8fyT44beB3ZlwAyv9ux6lcUxbxoaaSUuMTfNrw5wCF96_Onw/s1600-h/GakuBdayCambodia+009.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgt-ggAcNeFdw9pN5jdeg-AJvrSDykyLdT2b4PABTlC8eqoFcGNGvC8c0uh0RNgYF8zMt3qtAXmD3WaeLI6CziUp8fyT44beB3ZlwAyv9ux6lcUxbxoaaSUuMTfNrw5wCF96_Onw/s320/GakuBdayCambodia+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045143365172198546" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2h8u9-Kgi54xB_qltqcrAAAabDjUsn4SwhDavrrGEAoFiszQbnzj2KPoqEtbLeT3xO93eimFvEsGWArw6QVC6GXEjwoB2AnW02pYRaBxfDM_m_pmMZgNn0kfchuYiZugyNE9_jg/s1600-h/GakuBdayCambodia+014.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAt-PqqdWb0RpOPXShVhOOTnTYQAU8SlV2vxftXlliYEKv6OHqllE-Y9Znd87TEGRfQIU28Jj32GKXtHq-lt9CM5Ng4BLw1DJlvyNFfYq64vDs52jAcZpD6DsJFYQGfrz0R-2vcQ/s320/GakuBdayCambodia+020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045144868410752226" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLo6CLOZOsE8xEYcmNMhM7JTBLQbp-3nSYudh2RdoonOKSzdXSVD12-Y8Vb657kKBsdfOwZR3kJjYL1C-aOqLEJxok_TYQblfU1fcoBqD-zcWlgaiwQT4zx38HMJwb3YnDrrqcYw/s1600-h/GakuBdayCambodia+021.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLo6CLOZOsE8xEYcmNMhM7JTBLQbp-3nSYudh2RdoonOKSzdXSVD12-Y8Vb657kKBsdfOwZR3kJjYL1C-aOqLEJxok_TYQblfU1fcoBqD-zcWlgaiwQT4zx38HMJwb3YnDrrqcYw/s320/GakuBdayCambodia+021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045145074569182450" /></a>Joel Osbornehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213049760501270765noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068374.post-76675653685393118462007-03-10T22:06:00.000+08:002007-03-23T23:29:35.601+08:00goodbye to bjorn the bear<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd-5E7yjNHoIEd6Bc_YRWCWiPVjp4LZOp_-GS8OyeCSy4SK-lgQKugTcGaFawFHOd5TfvUW7rV9-9S-rpgRGurt7_kDMNiC5urmB59Se3byyOOlZIsXQeD8RwRFgjC78kVnmwvww/s1600-h/GakuBdayCambodia+004.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd-5E7yjNHoIEd6Bc_YRWCWiPVjp4LZOp_-GS8OyeCSy4SK-lgQKugTcGaFawFHOd5TfvUW7rV9-9S-rpgRGurt7_kDMNiC5urmB59Se3byyOOlZIsXQeD8RwRFgjC78kVnmwvww/s320/GakuBdayCambodia+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045142411689458818" /></a><br />When he first joined our time of worship, Ben and I were in Hachinohe. Needless to say, my image based on Crimsen's comments about Bjorn didn't AT ALL match what I saw when I picked him up from the church to eat dinner with us. Over the past year, we've definitely had some interesting times with "Bjorn the Bear" hanging around (he informed us that his name means 'bear' in Swedish).<br /><br />Tonight we took him to eat Jingiskan (grilled lamb meat and vegetables) and to watch him play volleyball for the last time. His parents will arrive from Sweden while we're in Cambodia, and they'll leave before we return. I'm really going to miss him when he goes. He told me tonight that, of all the people he met in Japan, he will not forget Crimsen because she was such a bright person of hope with such a clear love for people.<br /><br />Bjorn has a real gift for being able to talk to anyone, and his faith so naturally flows through whatever he shares. He is tender hearted, has a zany sense of humor (that no one understands!), he really loves people and wants to serve God with his entire being. Bjorn joined us for Christmas this year, and also attended the BTS concert in Saitama with us. He's called me many times to let me know he's praying for me and my work. He asks for God's blessing in our travels. He always has a word of appreciation when I lead worship, and encourages me. At a recent Valentine's Party, he told me I'm so talented he thinks I'll be on CBS someday! He's first to volunteer his help, and he's not a complainer. You can count on Bjorn to show up at whatever people gathering is planned. God has really blessed our little community of His family with Bjorn's presence.<br /><br />I ask God to flourish Bjorn's faith and to lead him in this next step of his life. Bjorn shared with me that he desires to return to Japan someday if the Lord will open a way. I'm joining Bjorn in petitioning God to open that way, and would ask you to join us in that prayer.Joel Osbornehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213049760501270765noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068374.post-37022800139434272752007-02-21T17:54:00.000+08:002007-02-21T18:58:28.439+08:00thoughts about the week<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE6jtHMrXcYrfYF-gs28NwuR9h7njFVYRz8ctjMIWN-oCMF-AgBlwRh4FvYcD_PZpH3lxhWJj3pyU0dSea-BGpcPKrzKnmj3Kb2XMVZL6FI4hxVm83o8ABMtP9NvERcU9dNKgzrg/s1600-h/family_meal.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE6jtHMrXcYrfYF-gs28NwuR9h7njFVYRz8ctjMIWN-oCMF-AgBlwRh4FvYcD_PZpH3lxhWJj3pyU0dSea-BGpcPKrzKnmj3Kb2XMVZL6FI4hxVm83o8ABMtP9NvERcU9dNKgzrg/s200/family_meal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033938889000985426" /></a><br />There is an unspeakable richness and depth shared in community.<br /><br />I remember as a university student, Scott Lambert referred to my "era" as the "Friends Generation". Reflected in pop culture sitcoms, my peers have been identified for valuing and living in "tribes". Perhaps that is one reason I have found greater joy in my work the last week or so. Over this year, I have been transitioning from a binding schedule that is program-based and driven by measurable accomplishment, and moving towards a life and ministry that seeks to experience community and contribute to the people in that community.<br /><br />The last two Wednesdays, several have gathered for lunch. Last week, Akira and Mitsuyo baked bread, and made soup and salad. Thirteen of us gathered - a mix of ages, both Christian and non-Christian. Today, Mitsuyo made spring rolls, mabodofu, suiton & wonton soup, pasta salad and fruit salad. I also brought birthday cake for Mawatari-sensei and Keiko's birthdays. There were fifteen of us around the table today, and again such a variety of people. One of the best parts is that I haven't planned it, cooked for it or cleaned up afterwards. For once, I can be an active participant. This is renewing and refreshing after feeling like I've been stewing in a crockpot of stress for several weeks.<br /><br />We've also done nabe (meal in a large soup pot), jingis khan (grilled vegetables and lamb), hayashi (similar to curry), and have gone out for a simple cup of coffee. It's the end of the school year in Japan, so everyone is now taking advantage of any excuse to gather for this meal, and for that event, and we've even made up reasons to be able to share life, food and conversation together.<br /><br />When I reflect on "Communion" - both Lord's Supper and our relationship with the Spirit of God - this is my idea of a similar experience to what Jesus himself experienced. More than a ceremonial silence and a few minutes devoted to prayer while nibbling on bland matzo and sipping Welch's grape juice, it is a time for the family to gather around the table to share life and faith.<br /><br />This is what I desire for the communities of faith (churches) in Japan. I believe it is this intimate time with our Creator and with each other that seekers taste and begin to crave. God is good, so let's eat and drink deeply of Him and His word. And let's lavishly share it with those around us.<br /><br />What a richness that is shared in community!Joel Osbornehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213049760501270765noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068374.post-63682376984252708002007-02-08T14:53:00.000+08:002007-02-08T14:59:41.847+08:00around the neighbourhoodToday I'm going to walk around my neighbourhood and pray. Since we've come back from Osaka, a lot of my perspective on life, faith and mission are in a state of re-evaluation. (You should read my friend, Judith's blog for more about Osaka. Perhaps I will share more about this in another blog myself.)<br /><br />Anyhow, last week Ben and I went on the Tohoku University campus to eat lunch and to see what God was going to do, and to see what He wanted us to do. Before leaving the house, we climbed in the car and prayed. We drove to the university, went to the cafeteria and ate lunch. We also saw two friends we haven't seen in a long time who used to attend different activities. It was good to reconnect - had we not gone, we probably wouldn't have seen one of them ever again. We also walked around the campus a little to become familiar with it, and to spark some new areas for prayer.<br /><br />Today, I'm going to do the same with our neighbourhood. I don't know what God wants to do or what He wants to show me, or who He wants me to meet, but I'm going to go for a walk and pray. Perhaps some of the people living in these homes have never had someone pray for their family specifically.Joel Osbornehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213049760501270765noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068374.post-11806371902522012942007-02-08T14:35:00.000+08:002006-12-16T15:37:28.911+08:00yo-ku benimaru addictionOkay, for all of you not schooled in Japan's grocery stores, Yo-ku Benimaru happens to be my favorite. There are lots of other superstores even more "American", but what can I say? I am a loyal customer through and through. It doesn't mean I don't step foot into another grocery store (I do shop elsewhere), but I am one of those people who goes to the same grocery store because I know EXACTLY where everything is, I know EXACTLY what I can and can't get, and I recognize several of the workers and even some of the other customers.<br /><br />And that's really what this post is about - not an addiction to the store but to another customer. I've seen this lady several times. At first, I found her rather annoying (in Japan, we say she was "meiwaku") because her large voice could be heard practically anywhere by anyone...and we just don't do that in Japan. (By the way, I am laughing hysterically as I write this entry. I was telling Ben about her and he said I needed to blog it.)<br /><br />Everything about her is BIG. She has a big body, a big face and big head, a big voice, and big opinions to go along with a big personality. She is as a-typical Japanese as I have yet to find. She talks NON-stop to every worker about anything and everything that enters her mind, and they politely smile and nod and keep working...and sometimes walk away from her. She does her shopping in no organized manner, either, but seemingly walks around the store several times. I admit to knowing this because now, every time I see her, I follow her to watch and listen. The woman I first found annoying has really grown on me, and I'm now addicted by intrigue caused by this lady. At first, I thought maybe there was something wrong with her. But upon several observations, I've decided nope...she's just LOUD AND DIFFERENT.<br /><br />Okay, so maybe you think I'm wierd for following this lady around, but I promise you, if you "experienced" her, you would want to do the same.<br /><br />...I wonder if she notices me following her?Joel Osbornehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213049760501270765noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068374.post-72685282139086655972006-12-16T15:09:00.000+08:002006-12-16T15:15:15.621+08:00father of merciesTo complete my last post, I want to include the beautiful poem we sing in worship.<br /><br /><strong>"Father of Mercies"</strong><br /><em>by Frederick W. Faber and Alice Flowerdew</em><br /><br />Father of mercies, day by day<br />My love to Thee grows more and more;<br />Thy gifts are strewn upon my way<br />Like sands upon the great seashore,<br />Like sands upon the great seashore.<br /><br />Father of mercies, God of love,<br />Whose gentle gifts all creatures share,<br />The rolling seasons as they move<br />Proclaim to all Thy constant care,<br />Proclaim to all Thy constant care.<br /><br />Father of mercies, may our hearts<br />Ne'er overlook Thy bounteous care;<br />But what our Father's hand imparts<br />Still own in grateful praise and prayer,<br />Still own in grateful praise and prayer.Joel Osbornehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213049760501270765noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068374.post-294148440470976472006-12-16T14:28:00.000+08:002006-12-16T15:09:01.781+08:00in & out of seasonMore than a year after I've begun this blog, and after several people have asked me to explain the name, I am finally going to get it written out so that I can "refer" people to this entry when they ask.<br /><br />One of my delights in life is the four seasons. It's also a reason why I've enjoyed the three places I've lived (Ontario, Nebraska, Sendai). I especially feel that the Japanese are keenly aware of the seasons and have preserved the distinct nature of each season in their art, music, food and culture. Growing up in Ontario, in the heartland of fruit farming, my memories are filled of joining my mother and aunt in picking the fruit of the season to be cooked, preserved or eaten fresh. While Autumn is my favorite season, and Summer my least favorite, I do enjoy and value what God brings to us in each season. In Japan, while it feels like winter, we will technically enter the winter season next week.<br /><br />Philosophically speaking, we also talk about the "seasons of life", or the various seasons of our faith development. In a roundabout way, even a day reflects this pattern. As I write this entry, we are in the Autumn of the day. In my chronological and chronological faith life, I would be considered to be in the summer - though, we never know how many days we will live...so I don't really know. In my faith, I would consider myself to be in two other cycles. As a missionary in Japan, most of my work is tilling and planting seeds, or nurturing those seeds - a Spring and Summer. In the faith seasons connected to my personal relationship with Jesus, I would identify with a Summer or Autumn time of faith.<br /><br />There are several passages in the Bible which also speak metaphorically or symbolically about seasons. There is the passage in Ecclesiastes where Solomon shares wisdom about "...a time and season for everything." The great missionary, Paul, also encourages his young friend, Timothy, to "...be prepared in and out of season..." with his knowledge and use of the gospel, and the relationship with Jesus that the gospel brings. These passages have taken on greater, deeper meaning as I get older - especially as a missionary, minister and friend.<br /><br />When I was a high school student, our English teacher (who was one of the best teachers I've ever had!), Mr. Scott Miller, introduced us to a piece of literature, called "A Man For All Seasons", which tells the story of Sir Thomas More and his relationship to King Henry VIII of England. It was crucial to our faith development, as much as to our literary and historical understanding, because we joined More in facing the dilemma of choosing to put greater weight on the belief that God had given Henry lordship and authority, and therefore to obey and support Henry in his break from the Catholic church, or to put greater weight on his belief in God's revealed truth about the holiness of the gift of marriage and in the Christian family/community, for which we understand as the assigned meaning of "church". This story and it's implications have stuck with me these several years later.<br /><br />Finally, one of my favorite hymns, "Father of Mercies", has a line in it's poetry which I treasure: "The rolling seasons as they move proclaim to all thy constant care." The seasons remind us of God's abiding presence, and that He is the Giver of All Good Gifts. Everything in our world needs the seasons to be as they are (whether it's 2 seasons, 4 seasons, 5 seasons...) in order to continue. The trees need the rest provided by the winter in order to respond to spring rains which produce blossoms and are pollinated by the bees and warmed by the summer sun so that we might harvest its fruit in the autumn. And so the cycle continues. And so God provides what we need.<br /><br />This is a hodgepodge of ideas, but a brief explanation of my thinking and it reflects my life and what kind of person I want to be. While I'll never be an observer so widely recognized as Annie Dillard, I do believe that we learn much about ourselves as humans, about the world around us and about the God who has created it all and provides for us through the seasons.<br /><br />Thus, the name "In & Out of Season" was given for this blog.Joel Osbornehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213049760501270765noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068374.post-5558364111987630142006-12-16T14:11:00.000+08:002006-12-16T14:27:57.464+08:00i wonder...This morning, I ate breakfast at St. Marc's with Gaku, one of my closest friends in Japan. It was a great morning - good food, good background music, good company and conversation...even the weather was nice in the morning time.<br /><br />Gaku asked me about my blog (which reminded me of two things: a) it's time for another entry, and b) I need to explain why I chose this name for my blog), and through that question, we began a much deeper conversation. We talked about many things including the meaning of life and death, afterlife, worship, the meaning and purpose of the seasonal cycle, creation and evolution. I also shared one of my favorite biographical stories about a missionary family who left Africa with no known conversions and had experienced incredible hardship and loss of life. Years later, a daughter went back to Africa when she was an older woman to see that place again and met an older man who told her that when he was a little boy, he had been taught and cared for by her mother. Some years after their family had left, he became a Christian, and was used by God to convert his entire village.<br /><br />Anyway, around the same time this deeper conversation began, a couple came to the restaurant and were seated at the table beside us. I know that they were eavesdropping on our conversation - especially the husband. I always wonder what God will do with that.Joel Osbornehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213049760501270765noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068374.post-18968872956386631802006-12-12T23:48:00.000+08:002006-12-13T00:07:34.499+08:00births and deathsI know it has been a long time since I've written. I have received some flack for it again...but those who give me a hard time need to get a life a remember that this is for fun to share my thoughts, reflections and life...when I have TIME to do so.<br /><br />It has been a rollercoaster few weeks. My mom called this afternoon - both by the time of day, and by the fact that I had just talked to her the day before, I knew something was wrong. She called to tell me that her younger brother, my Uncle Randy, passed away sometime during the day on Monday, December 11. At first, I was shocked, then sad, and feel myself moving back and forth between sadness and disbelief. The biggest sadness is not having said goodbye, nor having the closure of being at the funeral tomorrow. We didn't have much contact, but Uncle Randy was always a very kind-hearted person to me. He always spoke well of my parents and with great respect, too, for Auntie Val. He had a tough life, and was compassionate to others whose life was challenging. I have a memory of Uncle Randy sitting on the couch at my house the day after my grandfather died. He was crying really hard, and it was the first time I recalled seeing a grown man cry. Now we mourn for him, less than 20 years later.<br /><br />Another moment of sadness was the miscarriage of Ben's sister's baby. Janessa was four months pregnant, and found out at her check up. The funeral service for the baby was today.<br /><br />The flipside was the birth announcements of Atsuko's baby boy, Yuzuki, and Chihiro's baby boy...yet to be named. Atsuko is our LST friend and a seeker. Chihiro became a Christian a few years ago, got married to a kind, Christian man named Joji and moved to Yokohama.<br /><br />Birth and death. In some strange way, they seem to go hand in hand.Joel Osbornehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213049760501270765noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068374.post-89700046575333812552006-11-10T08:48:00.000+08:002006-11-10T09:31:08.230+08:00i lift up my eyes<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5014/2205/1600/BenNov06%20038.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5014/2205/400/BenNov06%20038.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />The other day, Moses asked me, "How long were you at this conference?" I replied that it was only a little over two days. But I realized the true implication of his question. The way I was going on and on in my reflection tells a different heart story. It was only a little over two days but it was a cup of cool, refreshing water in the desert. And I realized that I'm on the edge of the desert and headed back into green pastures.<br /><br />For me, it was more than just "a conference". It was a time of renewal. I felt like Ben and I made friends with several others who have a heart for the youth of Japan and who actively seek God's leading in breaking down the impossible barriers to get to them. It was a time of admitting our weakness and sin, and the sin of the young people around us. It was a time of hope.<br /><br />Audrey and Becky's beautiful voices were so refreshing to worship with. Audrey asked questions we're all asking - Phil's response "It's okay if we don't have the answers yet...because we can't get answers unless we have questions," - and I was excited to see Japan afresh through Audrey's eyes. Ryutaro, Becky and I shared in a time of prayer for Becky that I won't forget. Ryutaro's tender care at the core of himself is priceless. Witnessing Judith's stalwart faith and stick-to-it-ness really encouraged me to keep going. Eriya shared some of his fears in taking on leadership, and we talked about Moses' reaction to God's call. In turn, Eriya spoke words of encouragement into my life in a mealtime conversation that he probably doesn't realize how badly I needed to hear it. Paul also spoke words of affirmation into our lives two different times. Phil and Dan - two of the most intense people I've ever met - just made me excited! You have to love being with intense people because you can't help but get excited about whatever it is they're talking about. Ken blessed me with his heart of worship and with sharing both his gift and his struggles. Our talk on the hike was really important. Andy blessed me with his ability to laugh and his gentle heart. Junpei was a testimony to the meek inheriting the earth. Marc's prayer showed such a commitment to God's word and it's activity in Marc's life. Lowell's vision-casting was inspiring. Matt and Nadine are people I could spend a lot of time with - really creative, but also down to earth and very REAL. Matt's prayer for me affirmed to me his intimate relationship with God. I also found my time with Endo and Makio to be that way - very real, very refreshing. YamaKen has such an open, hospitable presence and I wish we had a couple days just to talk. The rest of the staff at Northstar, too, were so friendly, helpful and servant hearted. And Ben...I have too much to say so I'm just going to have to leave Ben for his own blog entry (one that's long overdue anyhow). Did I forget anybody?<br /><br />God brings us to mountaintop experiences. I've been at the summit. Now I'm back to my regular ministry, but I'm a different person. And after being on the mountain (literally and metaphorically speaking), I can join David who speaks in his Psalm, "I lift up my eyes to the hills. Where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the maker of heaven and earth."Joel Osbornehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213049760501270765noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068374.post-89620918967467157122006-11-09T13:13:00.000+08:002006-11-09T13:27:22.165+08:00picking it back upI am regaining the "cutting edge" in my life. At the conference, Phil Cann challenged us to go back to where we dropped our cutting edge and pick it back up, as in the biblical story of Elisha and the man who borrowed an axe.<br /><br />I felt convicted through his talk to begin anew my commitment to daily reading of Scripture. Perhaps it is shocking that a missionary would struggle with that - but I guess I'll be the one to own up to it and shatter whatever false impression of missionaries someone might have. In any case, I shared with my parents, "I felt like I connected once again with a true heart of worship, and my craving for His word was nurtured."<br /><br />So...here we are. Week one. Celebrate with me! It's a small victory. I've read each day. This week, I've read Nehemiah, Micah, Psalms 1-21, Isaiah 1-7, 1 & 2 Thessalonians (not including devotional time). I thank God for bringing me this far, and look forward to another week.Joel Osbornehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213049760501270765noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068374.post-59338231308168616672006-11-08T19:45:00.000+08:002006-11-09T13:25:14.130+08:00a great day off yesterdayIt began by going back to bed just because I could.<br />Then I got to talk to my best friend, Moses, for 2 hours.<br />Debi, Erica, Ben and I ate that crockpot soup.<br />Afterwards, Debi and I went for a walk to a high place.<br />It's my favorite prayer place that overlooks the neighborhood.<br />The weather was beautiful - warm and sunny.<br />We read from Micah, talked and prayed together.<br />We all ate turkey pie my Mom made from Thanksgiving leftovers.<br />It was absolutely delicious!<br />Then we watched "Cars" that came out on DVD today in Japan.<br />What a great day!Joel Osbornehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213049760501270765noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068374.post-37675221656820567392006-11-07T21:01:00.000+08:002006-11-07T23:22:50.911+08:00crockpot soup & leftovers<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5014/2205/1600/crockpot.1.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5014/2205/320/crockpot.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />It's been cold and rainy. We've also had some really strong wind today, which means there won't be many leaves on the trees for much longer. While I have been working constantly, I have felt motivated to do nothing except sit on the couch or cook. When the weather gets like this, I get in a mood to cook.<br /><br />I started my first batch of soup in a crockpot for this autumn/winter season. It made me think of my sister, Laura. I also needed to use up several bits and pieces of vegetables that would otherwise go bad. That made me think of my mom. She's so good at throwing tons of leftovers together and making something good from it (that is...unless it's a spaghetti and beets casserole!!! YUCK! Glad I wasn't born yet for that NASTY combo! That definitely goes down as a VERY BIG MISTAKE in my mother's otherwise impeccable cooking career). I burned the first batch of beans, though, which ticked me off. I'm glad they were really cheap.<br /><br />I hope it's cold again tomorrow because it's my day off and I can really just sit on the couch if I want and eat my soup. I think I'll take the turkey pie my mom made out of the freezer and eat that too.Joel Osbornehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213049760501270765noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068374.post-85409398670426027952006-11-03T16:04:00.000+08:002006-11-07T22:22:02.969+08:00declanWhile everyone else tried an "extreme sport" (does it surprise you that I didn't?) I elected to rest. I could feel the nagging of a cold waiting to happen, and would rather avoid it. I did, however, go outside for a leisurely walk and ended up sitting by the river.<br /><br />Declan, the conference leader's five yr. old son, came to the river to play. We discovered the joy of dropping leaves into the river and watching them float down until we couldn't see them anymore. Some sank. Some got caught on rocks. But some of them made it really far. Deckland really came to life - just smiling and talking a mile a minute - and he enjoyed most the speedboats (his name for the dried bamboo leaves). It just goes to show that kids still find joy in rocks and sticks for toys.Joel Osbornehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213049760501270765noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068374.post-86107287713654907892006-11-02T21:40:00.000+08:002006-11-02T21:43:56.037+08:00in my handLord, what is it that's in my hand?<br /><br />For Moses, it was a stick.<br />For Ehud, it was an 18 inch piece of steel.<br />For Jael, it was a mallet & tent peg.<br />For David, it was a piece of leather and five stones.<br />For the boy in the crowd, it was his lunch (bread & fish).<br />For Peter, it was a confession of faith.<br />For Jesus, it was the cross.<br /><br />I give to you what’s in my hand, Father.<br />Use it for your glory.Joel Osbornehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213049760501270765noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068374.post-66331069177676226222006-11-02T21:39:00.000+08:002006-11-07T23:06:18.986+08:00the quiet in the rush<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5014/2205/1600/dsc03264.4.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5014/2205/200/dsc03264.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />This morning, we had personal renewal time.<br />One of the Northstar interns led four of us guys to a river.<br />To our backs was a beautiful waterfall.<br />Around us were trees, fallen leaves, large rocks, moss.<br />There were also streams which fed into the river.<br />And in the rush of the river, there was a quiet.<br />I felt like I was introduced to time with God once again.<br />Prayer, songs, scripture, confession, meditation,<br />Questions, dipping my hands in water and<br />Painting the rocks with my wet hands.<br /><br />But I can’t always go to the river.<br />God said to me, “Where is the quiet in the rush of your life?”<br />Ouch. That was the question I was afraid of.<br />God, give me courage and discipline.<br />Thanks for lavishing me with your presence.<br /><br />(By the way, two cool nature moments “happened”. The first was I told the Lord I felt far from him and ached for his touch. At that moment, the cloud cover broke for the first time and I felt the warmth of the sun. Secondly, I was singing three songs: “Breath of Heaven”, “Breathe on Me, Breath of God” and “Breathe In Me”. At that moment, a delicious cool breeze washed over me. Again, thank you, God, for lavishing me with your presence.)Joel Osbornehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213049760501270765noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068374.post-60350670847510372962006-11-02T12:36:00.000+08:002006-11-07T23:11:55.656+08:00last night's prayer<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5014/2205/1600/dsc03202.1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5014/2205/320/dsc03202.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Well, Ben beat me to the punch in his blog entry yesterday, so be sure to read it. We're at a conference geared for people in ministry with youth (jr/sr high, university and young adult ministry) in Japan (<a href="http://web.mac.com/yojapan/iWeb/Site/Welcome.html">Cutting Edge XL</a>). It's in Nagano prefecture at a camp called Northstar (<a href="http://www.ridenorthstar.com">www.ridenorthstar</a>). Our drive yesterday was long but beautiful. I shared with a friend in an email, though, that the worship and fellowship are even more beautiful.<br /><br />At the close of last night, we had a time of prayer for the youth of this nation. We were introduced to Nehemiah's prayer in the first chapter of Nehemiah, and then encouraged to confess our sin to the Lord and pray also for the youth and their sins. We were given paper, and instructed to put on rubber gloves. Next, we were given black paint and told to paint our prayer. My picture reflected the needs and hurts caused through teasing and alienation, the hurts of hikkikomorians, sexual sin, oppression through outside forces of expectation and crying tears caused by loneliness, stress, and feelings of worthlessness. We followed this by praying out loud, and then were asked to look at our gloves and the black stains on them. Finally, each of us had our gloves taken off our hands as someone spoke the words Jesus spoke to the adulterous woman, "Go in peace - your sins are forgiven. Go and sin no more."<a href="http://www.ridenorthstar.com"></a><a href="http://www.ridenorthstar.com"></a>Joel Osbornehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00213049760501270765noreply@blogger.com0