Tourism in Indiana

For my spring break this semester, I asked my roommate to come home with me.  She decided to just come with me for the first part of the week, as she has a project due soon after break that she wants to work on during this time.  Since she is with me and is from Malaysia and this is her first time visiting the United States, I figured that she would want to do some form of tourist activity.  However, there isn't a whole lot to do in my area.  When I mentioned that we could just spend time at my grandparents house, who have a farm, she seemed to get really excited about a farm.  As such, we made plans to visit my grandparents farm and walk around there.  We also planned to visit a local dairy farm during the time when they normally feed their calves.  

On Saturday we visited the first farm which was my grandparents' farm.  We fed the chickens, went up in the hay loft and looked at the rectangular bales of straw .  My roommate was enthralled as we meandered about the farm and into the pasture where the cattle were.  We walked past the cattle with the three calves, and headed into the woods where we made a large loop and saw where my grandfather keeps his round hay bales.     We also had the opportunity to show her the various tree stands that hung in the trees for the many hunters that patrol the woods each year.  My cousin was also with us and remarked that it was good that I was in my bright orange shirt.  I'm doubtful that there were any hunters in the woods in the middle of the day, and if there were I'm sure that they didn't stick around when three loud girls came trampling through.  

On Sunday we made last minute plans to visit another farm before we went to the dairy farm.  We went to a farm where they had chickens, a duck, 2 pigs, a few goats, 3 horses, and 2 calves.  While there, the owner offered to let her ride a horse.  That was the plan until someone else arrived and he decided that she should try to drive the tractor.  My roommate drove his tractor with his instructions.  She drove it through the pasture and the horses followed behind, anxious for a chance to enjoy the open field.  When the owner of the farm and my roommate arrived back at the barn, he informed us that the horses would be hard to catch now that they were in the pasture.  He told us that we could come back later in the day if she wanted to ride. 

From there we went back to my house to watch "The Princess Bride," one of my family's favorite movies.  

After the movie, it was time to head to the dairy farm.  They were milking and my roommate enjoyed watching the process of cleaning the udders and attaching the milkers to the udders.  My friend from the dairy farm proceeded to fill a couple of bottles for my roommate and me to feed to the 2 calves that needed to be bottle fed.  My friend filled a couple of buckets to feed to the other 2 calves in the same pen that could drink out of the buckets.  The calves quickly drank the bottles and we were informed that each calf got 1 bucket or 2 bottles.  My roommate and I headed out to give the calves their last bottle and my friend from the farm occupied the other 2 calves in the pen who had already eaten but would get in our way if they were not kept occupied.  Basically, my friend let them suck on her fingers.  Once the calves were done with their bottles, we decided to stay and help my friend finish feeding the rest of the calves that could all drink from buckets.  After feeding the 20 calves, it was time to head back to the previous farm to ride one of their horses.

We thanked the dairy farmers and proceeded to the second farm where a fresh load of laundry was blowing in the wind as it dried on their clothesline.  Seeing that, I wondered when my own mother would start using her clothesline again, as it is now warm enough that the clothes don't just freeze on the line.  The owner quickly brushed and saddled his horse.  My roommate struggled a little bit to get into the saddle, but from there she sat in the saddle as the owner led the horse around the yard while I talked to the owner's wife.  I got my own chance to ride the horse and accepted, as I'll take any chance I can to get into a saddle.  We then thanked the owners of the farm and headed on our way.

When I first started this process of finding farms that my roommate and I could visit, I assumed that she would be able to learn a lot about Midwestern culture and farms in general.  However, I have discovered, that I have also learned a lot.  Not necessarily about Midwestern culture, but about my community.  As I drove around our town, my roommate was amazed at the variety of houses we have.  Almost all of them have a unique design.  Not only that, but all of the farmers have been great.  They've let us come in and walk around on their property and ask lots of questions about how things work.  I've always known that I'm blessed.  It's something that I've been told while I grew up.  But visiting these farms has made me realize how blessed I really am.  I live in a community with people who care about each other and love each other.  My grandmother took my roommate and I to Happy Burger, a local restaurant.  While there, the owner came and visited with us.  The certainly doesn't happen in every community.  Sometimes it can be frustrating to live in a community where it feels like you know everyone.  Over this spring break, I've realized that it's really a huge blessing to know my neighbors and my community as a whole.  And it's only Monday.  

For just as each of us has one body with many members, and these members do not all have the same function, so in Christ we, though many, form one body, and each member belongs to all the others.

Romans 12 :4-5

Birds

There was a hawk eating a bird in a tree outside of my window last week.  It was pretty cool to look out and see a hawk in the tree outside my window.  I thought it was even cooler when I saw that it was eating a smaller bird (although I can see why some people would find this unpleasant).

Part of the reason why I was surprised to see such a big bird outside my window is because of my environment.  I would not normally think of large birds like that thriving in the city.  I know that plenty do, but typically when I think of animals I think of exploring in the woods and stumbling across them, not seeing them outside my window in an urban setting.  However, clearly this bird was living in the city that the world had built on top of its habitat.  That being said, the hawk still looked out of place.  It did not look like it belonged among the red-brick buildings.

I think we can learn a valuable lesson from this hawk.  We can thrive and exist in the world without becoming a part of the world.  The hawk, while being in the city, clearly had a wild and undomesticated feeling about it.  It did not belong.  Neither do we, and people should be able to tell that there is something different about us.

My church has been doing a series on Daniel that focused on living in exile.  Daniel became a leader and was very powerful, yet he remained separate during the entirety of his life.  So did Shadrach, Meschach, and Abednego.   Their stories are amazing and should be an inspiration to us about how to live in but not of the world.

I have given them [the disciples] your word and the world has hated them, for they are not of the world any more than I am of the world.  My prayer is not that you take them out of the world but that you protect them from the evil one.  They are not of the world, even as I am not of it.  Sanctify them by the truth; your word is truth.  As you sent me into the world, I have sent them into the world.  For them I sanctify myself, that they too may be truly sanctified.

John 17:14-19

(Yes I am aware that this analogy is definitely a stretch.) 

Living in Reckless Abandonment for Jesucristo,

Jo

Guest Blogger from Bethel College and Things you Learn at Purdue! :D

7 Things I Learned During My Weekend at Purdue

Firstly, I’d like to apologize. You probably came to this blog expecting the wonderful weekly writings of Joanna, but I’m sorry to tell you that I am not Joanna and I’m not much of a writer. This week is my spring break, so this past weekend I drove to Purdue and stayed with Joanna. Between entertaining me and studying for upcoming exams this week, she had little time to write a blog, so you’re stuck with me. I've decided to share with you some of my thoughts/experiences from this weekend, so here are 7 things I learned during my weekend at Purdue.

1.      John Purdue had some weird stipulations.

John Purdue’s donation to the university came with many strings attached. All buildings must be made of red brick. Part of the university always has to be under construction. No building can be taller than the bell tower. Certain buildings bend the rules a bit, but for the most part these stipulations are followed.

2.      Some bell towers are only meant for decoration.

Purdue has one of the tallest bell towers in the world. Supposedly, the bells don’t actually work though because the tower wasn't built correctly. (A school known for their engineering program doesn't have a working bell tower?)

3.      If underground tunnels are an option for travel, use them!

Purdue has underground tunnels that connect different buildings. It’s the coolest thing! I’m not sure why tunnels aren't more common on college campuses. They save people from bearing the freezing tundra and from dealing with traffic when crossing the street.

4.      If traveling in said underground tunnels, always take a friend.

Joanna and I decided to explore the tunnels Sunday afternoon. At first it surprised me how few people used them, but after walking through quite a few of them, I was very thankful I had somebody with me. The tunnels honestly reminded me of a scene from a horror movie. They were really cool, but I probably wouldn’t use them by myself.

5.      College food can actually be surprisingly good.

I attend a small college with very few dining options. I assumed all college food was subpar, but I was wrong. The food at Purdue is really good. There are make your own pizza and stir-fry stations, fresh baked cookies, fresh fruit and veggies, and so much more. Purdue also has a grocery store on campus that has a weird milkshake machine/freezer. I’ll attach a link to the milkshake company if you’d like to learn more.

http://www.freal.com/

6.      Just because somewhere is called a library doesn’t mean it actually contains books.

Purdue has an underground library, but it doesn’t have any books. It’s just a place people can go to study.

7.      Friends are friends forever.

Joanna and I have been friends for a long time. We have shared many common interests including swimming, band, academics, and most importantly our relationships with Jesus. As sisters in Christ we've been there for one another through everything from our greatest joys to our deepest pains. Although God has taken us down different paths now, it’s nice being able to get together and know that nothing has really changed. We can laugh at each other while also sharing the different ways God has been working in our lives. As we get older we may change and grow apart, but I know one day we’ll reunited once again in our forever home in heaven. Friendships are a blessing from God, and I can’t thank God enough for the friendship I have with Joanna. Thanks Joanna for the wonderful years we've shared together and the many more that I’m sure will come! J

God bless,

Emma 

Hope

It is Ash Wednesday and I’m sitting on the floor in Walmart.  To be precise, I’m sitting on the floor in the fabric aisle in Walmart.  People are looking at me funny.  I’m waiting for a prescription to be filled but because it needs to be transferred from CVS.   I would love to say that this is the weirdest thing I have ever done in Walmart, but it probably isn’t.  Too many nights off from work at camp were spent in the toy aisle at Walmart for that to be true of me.  I’ve looked at storage containers and at some sowing patterns and now I’m just enjoying being surrounded by the artificially bright colors of the fabric.  Sitting here reminds me of going to Joann Fabrics with my grandma, and therefore makes me nostalgic.  This is the first year that I am not planning to do a sewing project with my Grandma.  Sitting in the brightly colored fabric aisle also makes me think of the contrasting dull colors that surround me when I have gone outside for the past couple of months. 

I don’t really like winter.  No matter how many layers I put on, the wind and cold always finds its way to my skin, seeping into my body and pulling the heat from me.  It is exhausting and miserable for me.  It is true that the first couple days of the first snowfall remind me of my salvation.  They remind me of Jesus’ blood washing me as clean as snow. (Isaiah 1:18) Yes, there is something magical about the first snow and the blinding whiteness that envelops everything.  But soon, the snow becomes dirty and slushy.  The dead plants and gray streets with everything else that surrounds me are full of bleak colors.  Their blandness becomes depressing and makes it cumbersome to go outside. 

But you know what the greatest part about winter is?  It ends.  Every single year, around late March, it starts to get warm again.  It gets warm and the sun comes out.  The sun allows the plants to begin their growth again, and with their growth, we experience colors.  Flowers blossom, grass turns green, leaves come out on the trees, and before you realize what is happening, it is spring.

Jesus promised us that He is coming back after washing our sins away and allowing us to become whiter than snow.  He didn’t tell us when, but He is coming back.  And I look forward to the Son and the spring.

Also, in retrospect, there are benches at the pharmacy area in Walmart. :P

Living in Reckless Abandonment for Jesucristo,

Jo

Adventures at Nap Time

I had every intention of blogging about feeling love through granola bars, a jar of peanut butter, and fruit snacks but instead decided to blog about a slightly more recent occurrence in my life.  Sunday afternoon I wanted to take a nap.  Because I was tired (I slept through my first alarm that morning, that's how tired I was).  Knowing that I would sleep for the entire day if I didn't set an alarm, I set an alarm on my phone for 45 minutes after I was going to lay down, knowing that I would probably hit snooze a couple of times and didn't want to waste too much of my day laying (not lying...I looked it up!  You're welcome, Mom!) in bed.  I left my phone on my desk when I laid down.  Now, for those of you who don't know, my desk is under my lofted bed.  I actually intentionally leave my phone on my desk when I get in bed because getting up out of bed to hit snooze helps me wake up.

I laid down in bed and experienced a very relaxing and seemingly short 45 minutes.  After the luxurious time, my alarm blared at me and told me that I needed to get out of bed to finish my reading assignments, math homework, watch video lectures, and blog.  I proceeded to get out of bed, grab my phone, hit snooze, and carry it to bed with me where I put it on a shelf next to my books so that it would be closer to hit snooze the second time (and third time, if I'm being honest).  (Waking up isn't exactly easy for me...).  The second time my alarm went off, I simply grabbed my phone, hit snooze the last time, and put it back on the shelf.  I will stop here to mention that I was legitimately planning to get up the next time my alarm went off, even if the following event hadn't occurred, as that would be 15 minutes from the original time period I had set for myself and would be close to an hour nap.

The third time my alarm went off, I started to sit up only to hear a loud clatter as my phone had vibrated off of my shelf and onto the floor.  Now, as mentioned above, the shelf is the same height as my bed, and my bed is lofted.  Much to my surprise, my alarm continued to go off after my phone had fallen onto the tile floor and the back had popped off.  As such, I had the task of getting out of bed and getting my arm between the bed/wall/refrigerator to retrieve my phone.  At this point, my roommate was already trying to get my phone.  She was probably annoyed at the incessant alarm. (oops!)

Now, as I'm being honest, I will admit that this is not the first time this has happened to me/my phone.  As such, I intervened to grab my phone, rather than my roommate struggling to reach it, because I thought I knew the angle that I needed to have to grab it.  I quickly looked at where the phone was, leaned forward and reached down....and THUNK!!  In my still half-asleep stupor, I had focused too much on the local setting of the phone and forgotten about the bed frame that is a little bit lower than my height.  I hit my head hard enough to lose some skin, but it was also hard enough to wake me up much more wholly than I had been.  (Yay!)

I now have a tender bump on my head.  I hope that this story will award you a good laugh, as you imagine me fumbling around half asleep. (I know I laughed at myself!)

A cheerful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones.

Proverbs 17:22

Lessons from a Drinking Fountain

I am currently a college student who resides in college dorms.  There are definitely several pros and cons to living in such close quarters to so many other people.  Sometimes the bathroom is gross.  Sometimes I just want to get away from people and it feels impossible.  Sometimes my room feels ridiculously warm or ridiculously cold.  Sometimes I don't want to leave my room to get a cup of water.  But I can meet people just by going to the bathroom.  (Last semester I helped someone with math at least once a week and it all started because we were in the bathroom at the same time.)  I can take part in floor activities like going bowling, ice skating, or having root beer floats while watching "The Puppy Bowl."  I can run down the hall to ask other people when I'm not sure how to do homework.  I can take out my trash without stepping foot outside.  I can hear piano music live in the lobby (One time there was even a violinist in the lobby with the piano).  I can walk to the lobby to print things quickly and efficiently rather than going to the library.  I can go downstairs to use a meal swipe for food.

All of this being said, there is one thing that has really bothered me about living in a dorm.  The drinking fountain.  For several weeks, the drinking fountain on my floor has not been functioning properly.  It is very hard to fill a cup of water with the drinking fountain because it doesn't have the water pressure that it needs.  This was a daily activity that was excessively annoying to perform.  Every week there was someone who came in and tried to fix it.  And every week, the frustration remained.  The floor as a whole was getting more and more annoyed, including myself.

Now, our drinking fountain is out of order and has a sign telling us not to use it.  I now have to go out to the lobby or up or down a floor in order to fill my cup with water.  This is relatively annoying.  Now that my floor's water fountain doesn't work at all, I wish I could have it back, even if it would be in the broken, can't-get-my-cup-all-the-way-full state.  However, I still have drinking water.  That is more than a lot of people in the world have.

I need to remain grateful for the little things in life.  This will help me remain joyful.  I should be thankful at all times, not just at holidays and when stuff is going 100% right.  In fact, remaining grateful even when things are going wrong is a better witness to the world.  God doesn't ask us to shine only when everything is good but also when things are going wrong.  Even if it is something as small as a water fountain that doesn't work properly or at all.

This is something that is very easy to forget when you live in a college dorm, or anywhere in the first world.  I'm receiving a college education that only a small fraction of the world's population will ever be able to have a chance to have.  I can go downstairs and enjoy more food than I could possibly eat.  I can walk into my room and flip on a light switch and work until late at night.  If I have a question, I have full access to the world wide web almost anywhere I go and search for the answer.  But yet, when my drinking fountain is a little bit slow, I get upset.  I want water in my cup.  I want it now.  This drinking fountains seems like the worst thing ever, even though it still gave me cool, clean, refreshing water.  It's amazing to me how fast I begin to complain and forget about every other blessing that surrounds me.

Today, I'm going to drink a cup of water from a drinking fountain, and I will choose to be thankful.  I'm going to eat food made at a dining court that might not taste like my mom's home cooking, and I'm going to be thankful.  I'm going to go to my lectures (even the really bad ones), and I'm going to be thankful for the opportunity to learn.  Today, I choose to thank the Lord for the gifts that He has chosen to give me.

Rejoice always, pray continually, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus.

1 Thessalonians 5: 16-18 

Living in Reckless Abandonment for Jesucristo,

Jo

A Letter to Generation Y

Generation Y is sometimes defined as anyone born from 1983-2000 (other definitions include anyone born from 1980-1995).  They are known alternatively as "Millenials."  In this past week, I've done some reading on this topic to find out about what this generation is known for.  I've learned that they're known their laziness.  They're known for not knowing what real work is.  The world has decided that everything has been handed to them, and so that is what they will expect rather than gratefully accept.  They are the first generation to grow up with computers and cell phones readily available to them.

 People have already decided what Generation Y is going to do.  They've decided that we are lazy and don't want to put effort into anything.  They've decided that none of us have ever worked hard for anything.  They've decided that we are the WORST generation.  And the fact of the matter is, the world might be right.  So far, we haven't done a whole lot to prove them wrong.

But the thing is, I'm in Generation Y.  I know that there are some of us who fit into these stereotypes.  I know that some of us are lazy.  Some of us don't know the meaning of hard work.  But I refuse to accept that we cannot overcome these faults.  I also refuse to believe that every single one of us can just fit into these nice, neat little categories.  Not everyone in my generation is the same.  I have met some extremely hardworking, grateful, and intelligent people that are my age.  I also believe that the hardworking people my age can become great leaders if THEY decide to continue working hard in the right areas of their lives.  It has to be there decision not the world's decision.

In high school, one of my classes had a brief segment when we discussed what our generation was known for.  In high school, almost everyone said that we were known for being lazy and thoughtless.  We decided that we were already known as screw-ups and failures.  This week, as I was thinking about this blog, I asked a couple of my peers about how they would describe our generation.  This time, the response that I got was quite different.  I was told that we're the "tech-savvy" generation.  One person said that we were "crazy" and "stressed."  I don't know if that would remain constant if I asked more people, and so I'm not about to claim that people who go to college are significantly different than people who are in high school.  Just asking a couple of people in my classes is not enough to formulate a well-founded conclusion.  However, I would like to point out that maybe this has to do with expectations.

We, as humans, have the tendency to live up to other people's expectations.  At college, we are expected to become more intelligent, more hard-working, more technologically savvy, and more well-rounded individuals.  In high school, most of the teachers seemed pleased if they got the kids to turn in a fill in the blank worksheet.

Because of all of this, I would like to make a statement directed at my generation:

Let's surpass the expectations.  Let's show the world that we can be the most innovative, most intellectual, most accepting generation that they have seen so far.  Let's break the trend of only living up to the expectation and make the world completely redevelop its expectations for us.

Now there are  two more questions to answer.

The first is "How?"  How do we go about becoming a generation that the world remembers in a positive way?  I think that answer is quite simple.  Work hard.  Have fun.  Some people thing that these are contradictory statements.  However, I believe that if you are truly passionate about something, than you can work your butt off without it really feeling like work.  When you become passionate about your work, it's no longer work.  It becomes an endeavor, or a journey towards something greater, an opportunity to have fun.  I have learned this through the few jobs that I've had.  When I work with kids and get to interact with them, suddenly my work has a purpose and passion behind it.  This is compared to working in food service where I do not feel the same passion.  That being said, I have coworkers in food service who are clearly passionate about their jobs and live to serve other people in that way.  In this way, they can have fun while they work, because they're enjoying what they're doing.

And the second question is "Why?"  Why do we care about the world's expectations and what the world thinks about us?  Well, we don't.  Or at least, we shouldn't.  While we should enjoy our work, this shouldn't be our motivation either.  To find this answer we need to be sure we are asking the right question.  Colossians 3 states the "why" much better than I can.  Basically, our motivation, our passion, our love, and our lives come from the Lord.  Live for Him.  Let's be passionate about serving God in everything we do.  The world might think we've gone crazy when we're excited enough to go about every day like it's a gift.  The thing is, every day isn't LIKE a gift.  Everyday IS a gift.  As I learn to live my life in appreciation for every day, I hope that I am becoming a better light for Christ, so that the world may see Him.  This is both the question and the answer to the "why?"  Why do we not care about what the world thinks? Why do we want to serve God?  Why are we passionate?  We don't have to care about what the world thinks because we are free to serve God.  We serve God because He has given us our true, eternal inheritance through the holy and perfect sacrifice of his son on the cross (Spoiler alert: He rose 3 days later).  We are passionate because we're serving God, and I cannot think of a better use of time than to serve the maker of the Universe.

Living in Reckless Abandonment for Jesucristo,

Jo