Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Following the rules
Japan is well-known for its precision - the trains really do run on time. It's also a land where people follow the rules. In fact they learn from an early age that there is a way for things to be done. Today we bumped up against both - precision and rule-keeping. Even in the setting of the dentist (fast becoming one of David's most-visited haunts) the sheer time and effort that went in to having a silver cap for a back tooth measured and shaved and re-measured and re-shaved was quite something. Things are done well here! And then the rules. Alistair was looking forward to getting a present at his tennis class. After all, it was promised to those who attended the requisite times in August and September. He'd been there the required number. But no present! David - 'Why not?' Tennis coach - 'He was missing twice'. David - 'Well no he wasn't because the times he missed he came on another day'. Coach - 'Ah but you need to come on the actual day to get the present'. It seemed rather unfair to deny a 6 year old his present (even if it was just a soft tennis ball) but that was what the 'rules' said. Aiming for precision is a good thing; following rules is not a bad thing; but both can become a trap. We are ever learning as we live in this fascinating culture.
Monday, September 28, 2009
Out of joint
In Japan there are many little 'hospitals' with particular specialisms. Often these are just one-man practices. You can find anything from a skin clinic to an eye clinic, some 'hospitals' deal with 'internal' matters, others with surgical matters. This morning David went to his local 'bone setting' hospital. An attempt at a save during a kick about resulted in a dislocated finger so the bone was duly yanked back into place. After that it was time to lie on the bed and have some tingly treatment, then some heat applied and finally some cream massaged in to the finger. The injury should have been attended to some weeks ago so David will have some more visits for 'treatment'. But that's good as the hospital he chose is run by one of the dads of the boys in Calum's football team, in fact one of Calum's best friends in the team. We were wondering about how to get to know the dads better so maybe a dislocated finger is one way!
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Make the most of every opportunity...
It's fun going out and wondering who you will meet. Another gym story! Last week David met a lady there and we said we'd exchange address cards next time. She was there tonight and duly produced the card along with a note of her son's address and the church he used to go to. David gave his card too. Surely these'encounters' have a purpose. Next week will be the chance to chat more. Then David had another 'incident' in the bath! A few weeks ago the cleaning lady had come in to the men's bath and starting scooping water out of the bath in which David was relaxing. Just as David was going into the shower area tonight she appears again and we almost collide! And she's still there doing the mopping in the changing room when David comes out (towel wrapped round middle this time). Probably no one ever speaks to the cleaning lady. So David compliments her on keeping the place nice and tidy. Another comment was needed to get a conversation going but it flowed after that. We even talked about the Loch Ness Monster. And of course she asks 'Why are you here?' Another way in. Another chance to share. Even in the unlikely setting of the men's changing room and the cleaning lady. Maybe a bit like the passage we were looking at on Sunday in our first service, Jesus and the Samaritan woman. You never know when the opportunities might come. (No photo for this blog!)
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Strength in numbers

Sunday, September 20, 2009
And we're off...
Friday, September 18, 2009
Countdown to launch
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
The power of one word
This afternoon David had just come off the running machine in the gym and was cooling off beside a fan. Noticing a lady sitting to the side of the fan, he said just one word, 'suzushii', which means 'nice and cool'. Just one word. And the lady was so effusive in her praise at David's masterly grasp of the Japanese language - after just one word! Anyway, the one word led on to a conversation. The lady gives away her age - 71, but she looks much younger. David compliments her on her youthful looks. She tries her hand at English. David says how good she is. We chat on (David still cooling down by the fan) and David shares what we are doing in Hiragishi, starting a church. 'Oh, are you a Christian?' she asks, 'My son goes to a church'. Or at least he did - he's too busy at the moment. She would like to learn English. We promise to exchange addresses next time (sadly no name card in my pocket in the gym!). The power of one word. And the value of just engaging in conversation.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Party in the graveyard
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Searching for the truth
One of the things you have to get used to living as a foreigner in Japan is the shocked looks on the faces of some Japanese who come to deliver things to the door. This was the case today when Lorna opened the door to a young man. For a few seconds he was speechless as he wondered whether Lorna would speak Japanese or whether he should speak English. Then he was shocked again to discover that we could actually speak Japanese! Anyway he described himself as a missionary with Tenrikyo, a Japanese religion. He passed over a tract and pamphlet. We have a supply of tracts at our door so Lorna gave him one and said she would read his if he read hers. It turns out that this man is also interested in English and gave us his phone number to let him know if we start something. Might he be interested in reading the Bible in English? We don't know, but there are many Japanese who have joined new religions in the search of meaning in their lives.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
The building below

Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Praying and walking

Tuesday, September 1, 2009
An unexpected meeting
Last night David was walking back from the subway station along a main, but poorly lit, road. Along with another person we passed by someone who was lying on the ground hunched up against a wall. We both stopped to see what was wrong. The young Japanese woman on the ground had a note that referred to a hospital and contained the letters OD - she'd had an overdose and had been drinking too. A couple of young guys turned up and we tried to contact the hospital without success. The young woman on the ground then started speaking in excellent English explaining she had psychological problems and would like someone to kill her. At no point did she look up. The conversation continued in English. David tried to encourage her with words of hope, saying she was special and people were here to care for her. All of a sudden she lifted her head and looked David straight in the eye. By this time an ambulance had arrived. On the way back on the subway, David had been reading a tract about a young Christian woman who'd had an awful accident and just wanted to die. David was able to say to the woman before she was taken away that he'd left that with her. It had our contact details on the back. You never know how God might work and who he will lead you to in the course of each day.
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