Saturday, February 14, 2015

Public Transport, Day 1

Today was an adventure. The day I've been concerned about since I got here... Traveling alone and confused throughout the city for the first time. Well, I was only ACTUALLY alone for the first bus ride... Then I met another intern also traveling up to northern London. Yet for the past three days I've been obsessing over this journey (not out loud of course) and the stops I would be using.

I was out the door surprisingly on time -- just proof that I was nervous about missing my train! I had my entire journey written out on both my wrist for safe keeping, and a piece of paper for practicality. Plus, an alternative route just in case. Prepared and pretending to be confident, I was walking to the bus stop. Only about a 10 minute walk from my host home. I made it there about 5 minutes earlier than my bus was scheduled. There I was standing in the cold London air in silence with a group of strangers who never seem to make eye contact... The minutes passed and soon it was 9:01. Uh oh. No bus had pulled around the corner. Pretending to be relaxed I sat clicking around on my phone -- pointless because I have no internet currently. The minutes ticked on. I could tell the crowd around the bus stop was starting to grow more irritable than usual. 9:05, no bus. 9:10, still no bus. Had my online trip planner failed me?? Did I miscalculate something? Maybe miss a warning of a bus strike? (which are quite common.)

A woman walked up to the bus stop quickly, you could tell she knew what she was doing. She informed the crowd of us waiting that the bus drivers were trying to switch from the night shift to the morning drivers, and the drivers hadn't arrived. Great... She continued on walking, not waiting for the bus to arrive. Panic. I am set to meet my fellow intern just in time for our train! About another 5 minutes passed, and with a silent sigh of relief the bus rounded the corner. Phew. Now I will make it! Maybe not on time but I'm on my way! The bus quickly took us to the train station. I had 5 minutes to spare!

I met the other intern and together we boarded our train. Two stops ahead another intern joined us and off we were. It was a peaceful journey in. We had our own seats, and switching from the rail to the underground and back to trains went simply. Bless London for making clear signs! We even had some time for reading on our last train. We made it on time and walked up to the Sublime office.

A young man walked in a few minutes after us. He had come to talk with us about prayer walking, and prayer and intercession. We did a few worship songs and prayed, then we began our discussion. It was so interesting to hear what this guy had to say. He (and just about every other Christian I've met in London) is much more on the charismatic side than I am used to. We talked about the power of prayer, God speaking into us, us listening to that and not doubting it is God, and hooks for how to hear from God more. I am definitely out of my comfort zone here, but I know God is growing and stretching me with all of this new experiences and new teaching and worship styles.

After, the group went off to prayer walk around an area we will be serving, and I went off to meet my mentor. She was very kind. It is kind of funny to be assigned a mentor, who really is just a stranger connected to me through church. I'm not always the quickest to pour out my thoughts and feelings with people, but I am open to building a relationship with this woman, who after today I know she knows her stuff! She had some great things to say, and some great pieces of advice for any Christian to abide by. Which is great because I spent most of the afternoon just nodding in agreement without having much to add in.

On the way home I was absolutely amazed at how PACKED the trains and the underground were! It was myself, and another intern traveling together back to southern London. Our first train was a breeze, we got on at one of the first stations so we both got seats right away. But as we got off the train and walked through the station in Central London, I quickly realized what 5 o'clock looks like to Londoners! They don't call it rush hour for nothing! We found our way down to the underground station we needed. As we turned the corner onto the platform, we were greeted by a four foot wide WALL of people from the edge of the yellow line and back. I was shocked! As the tube pulled up, the other intern and I laughed and shook our heads. The tube was already full! A few people got off, and three times that amount squeezed themselves on before the doors shut just inches behind them. We had to wait THREE TUBES before we were able to be one of the lucky few to squeeze in while hoping not to be squeezed by the shutting door! Each tube that pulled up was as full as the last, and we had to inch our way closer to the golden yellow line of hope --only those whose toes were touching it could manage to get on!

Once on, I was lucky enough to share my personal bubble with about 5 strangers while awkwardly bending my arm uncomfortably to hold a bar for stability. The last thing I wanted was to fall as the tube stopped into one of the strangers sharing my bubble! Each stop people pushed their way past to get off, and a new bunch shoved their way in. When the time came to get off I was thrilled! Past the part of my journey needing to share my space. Wrong. As we approached the train taking us the final way of our journey, I was delighted that it was just as full... Except with less handles and bars to hold onto to prevent falling during the quick stops! We crowded in the door way and stood, huddled together unwillingly and waited for the 15 minute journey to the first stop in Bromley to come. After that, it started to clear out a bit. Eventually I got a seat just before arriving to my final destination.

During this journey I realized what a crowd really was. I thought of the cliché image of "going against the crown". I could see here how easy it would be to literally be washed away in the crowd. If I was trying to go the opposite way as these people, I would never make it! It was hard enough moving 6 inches, never the less walking the opposite direction! Thank the Lord that was not the case.

I made it home just in time for dinner. God is so good! The first time traveling alone for two hours across London was behind me! I made it through with minimal stress, and no fatal mistakes. Now I get to look forward to this journey every Monday! Despite the crowds and confusion, it really is not a bad journey. It gives me a chance to hear strangers, talk with new people, and see London in its packed to the brim glory!

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Thursday, February 5, 2015

Unpacked

I will keep this update short. I am very sleepy after a few very eventful days.

Today was my last day of sublime training. Thank the Lord training has finished! Don't get me wrong, I've loved training. It's been a great time building relationships and learning new things and new perspectives. But after 10 days of training, two planes, a hotel, a hostile, and a temporary host family, I am a bit worn-out.

After our final bit of training for working with youth and bible study combo, and sharing our testimonies, I was off to south London. A leader at sublime graciously offered to drive us. It would have been very difficult to take the train with all those suitcases! But driving from one end to the other at 5 o'clock is not a quick trip! After about an hour and a half, we finally made it to my host church! There we were greeted by my host dad/church leader and the woman who is coordinating the intern schedules and directly above me.

Soon (after some tea and biscuits --aka cookies) we headed to my host home. I was met at the door by my host mother and their two daughters (both teenagers) and one of the daughter's friend. They quickly grabbed my luggage for me and took it up to my room for me. I offered to take it myself, but they kindly said no to me. It is so odd being the one who is receiving the service! I feel bad not helping, but it was just a part of being new in someone's home I guess...

After dinner I was given a tour of the house. I could feel myself getting a little overwhelmed. As we toured the bathroom I was washed over with relief! A real shower! All week I had been using a bath shower combo that didn't have a curtain to keep water from splashing out -- extremely difficult to use! We finished the tour in my new room, and I was left alone to settle in. Again, I began to feel the emotional overwhelming sensation. I was unpacking my belongings in a strangers house. I am going to be here the rest of the year. I was told to make myself at home, and the family is so kind and seem very easy going. Yet, I felt like a mouse in this new place.

I am thankful that I was placed with a family with girls semi near my age. I would have been so uncomfortable alone with just a couple (as most interns are). I am sure after some time the mousy feeling of being a guest will fade. But for now in this strange pink room lying in this bed that's not my own, I am a bit homesick.

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Wednesday, February 4, 2015

Chaos

Training with Sublime had been great. We've been busy but our schedule hasn't been busting at the seams which is nice! We have had time to slow down and talk and relax a bit. I have spent a total of four nights with a lovely couple as my temporary host family. They have been so kind to me and the other intern staying here. We have had dinner here a few times and it has been home made traditional English food, yum!

Yesterday after our training, some of the sublime leaders took the 6 of us interns down a beautiful walk past a "river" to one of the shopping streets in northern London. There we were meant to open a bank account for me, and top up our SIM cards to have prepaid minutes with our new UK number... Neither of which happened... We first stopped by a bank to open an account. Well, that didn't happen. We hardly walked in the door by the time a woman started explaining the process that was needed to open an account... An appointment, a letter by a business, mail with my name on it from a specific place to prove my residency... The list went on! I had most everything needed, but I was missing the bill with my name... After a ten minute explanation, an appointment being made for two weeks time, and a list of requirements, off we went to deal with my phone. I thought that my SIM card wasn't accepted by the phone I have, and when we went to the phone shop I realized I had left the phone and the SIM back at HQ... So the guy wasn't able to help me much. He told me it was probably locked onto a contract, and that I should just sign up for a year contract and buy a new phone. Uhmmm, a bit out of my price range! Plus I would need a bank account for the payments, which clearly hadn't happened yet. But on the bright side, after explaining my bank situation, he told us of a bank that was less tedious for people like me. His wife was from the States and had had the same issue. So off to another bank we went! After walking up and then down the street looking for this bank, we finally found it! And... It was closed... Sigh... So off to coffee we went to meet the rest of the team! These details will just have to wait for another day. 

Today was just as confusing but in a whole new way! Sublime leaders arranged for a city wide photo scavenger hunt! We picked names at random and sped off across the city to get pictures at various locations and pictures using many types of transportation; each worth one point. Being new to both the city and public transportation, I was not of much use. Plus, I had no phone to look up addresses or maps... But it was still great fun!  We got very creative with our different types of transport! Everything from walking, taxi cabs, and the underground, to railways, bicycles, and scooters. We even took a picture on a broomstick (as if it would fly!). At the end of our time, we met at Kahaila, a local Christian-ran coffee shop. To our surprise we won! Our prize: dignity.

We returned home (a thirty minute train ride, and a short walk) and had dinner, only to be off again to attend a prayer and worship night being put on by the church of a sublime leader. It was incredible! Our two guy interns led worship. Nothing fancy, yet powerful. Even the fact that two young men whose first languages are not English led English worship! It was a great few songs, and then some people got up to share their testimony or something that God was doing in their life. Next we broke off into groups and prayed for each other, and then prayed all together for the upcoming event that this small newly-planted church was putting on. Then we sang another few songs. During this time I was in awe of how incredible our God is! He was so clearly a part of the lives of the people in the room with me. There was less than 30 people, most of which had gray hair or hardly any hair at all. Yet here we were... Multiple generations, people from over 5 countries, all having different experiences and stories, and here we were praising Jesus. It was incredible. Each of us completely different, connected by our savior. He came down for each and every one of us. Wow.

London is such a busy, fast-paced place. Walking the streets filled with noises, advertisements, and chaos, even as a Christian on mission I find it difficult to focus on God. Yet each and every person I pass, the millions of people walking around this chaotic city, God loves each of them intimately and personally. Please pray with me that God transforms this post-Christian city. That He will use my time here to affect the individual lives of His children. That He will open their eyes to this overwhelming agape love He has for each and every one of them.

God bless,
Marissa. 

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Monday, February 2, 2015

Training, Training, and More Training!

What an incredible week of growth! Shortly after landing in Denver, Colorado I was met at the baggage claim by two people from Greater Europe Mission. I was the first intern to arrive. Throughout the next few hours interns began arriving. We were each greeted with a bag of a few essentials for training: notebook, water, lotion (for the dry Denver weather) and of course gum and mints and such. By the late afternoon we began training. Notebooks and bibles spread before us, we dove in. It was a constant downpour of information, knowledge, and preparation for what is ahead.

Everything said was absolutely captivating. God was using those from GEM and their experience to prepare us interns. We spent 3 days learning about GEM, each other, and even ourselves. Thursday came far to quickly. The team of interns quickly bonded with each other, and though we were excited to leave for Europe, it was sad knowing we wouldn't be together anymore. Each of us were on our way to different locations of serving.

On the plane I sat with my new friend Kaci (not Kacy). I quickly realized we were outnumbered by those with British accents. Everyone who spoke seemed to make us more and more excited. None of it felt real, as if this was a dream and I would wake up back in California. Unfortunately, that was the closest to dreaming I would get on that plane. It was about an 8 hour plane ride. We left Denver just after 5pm and landed at 9:30am. After I was finished bouncing in my street, I kept myself busy watching movies and trying to sleep (which means listening to music).

When we landed we were picked up by a bus which drove us to the entrance of the airport. We were quickly on our way to talk with border patrol about our planes in the UK and then off to get our bags. Kaci and I went nearly strait to the bathroom to brush our teeth and freshen up. Gabe and Jesse (two interns who were also traveling with us) went to the coffee shop in the airport where we were meeting those picking us up. Soon enough they arrived and we were off to our hotel for the next few days of our journey. My first time on the tube was exhilarating! Everything looked SO European and the thought that this is my home for the next year was unimaginable. I spent the entire way looking out the window or studying the posted tube map. (I am trying very hard not prevent getting lost!) 

Another three days of training flew by. We learned a few English terms such as nippy, and cheers, we practiced holding our forks on the left flipped over, and one night we got a tour of a few of the big tourist hotspots such as Big Ben and the London Eye. Learning how to use money again was an odd experience. It's not something I have had to think about in so many years!

On Thursday, I met with a few people from Sublime. It was so nice meeting people in 3D and not through a video call! I had to leave the last of the GEM interns, but I was greeted by an intern who will be serving with me this year in Bromley. After some tea and scones, I was off to bed at my temporary host home.

Today, I met the other five interns who are currently serving at sublime. Four from Germany and one from Brazil. We had a few ice breaker games (two truths and a lie, I briefly convinced them I drove a Prius!!) and then continued with some training and information about what this year will hold for us. This group was a little bit slower to warm up to each other than the GEM interns I had been with last week. It was took some time but at the end of our long day we were able to laugh instead of sit in silence... Everyone seems nice and it has been so interesting learning the ways of a new country with others. I was informed this afternoon that I was doing the dishes wrong... And it has been an interesting time getting used to saying toilet instead of bathroom...

All in all it has been an incredible start. I am ready to be past training and on to meet my permanent host family! God has continued revealing to me different things I need to work on in my own life. I have always gone to churches that are extremely similar in theology and styles of worship. This year I will be experiencing a range of Christian churches that vary in many styles. I know it will be difficult for me to get past my own stubbornness -that does not glorify Christ- and into the mentality that I am there to serve and support the local churches as I have been called to do. A saying I have heard about 200 hundred times this past week is "it's not wrong, it's just different". I am excited to see how God stretches me past my comfort and grows me more into He has created me to be.

Please continue keeping me in your prayers. Many challenges are ahead and I need my Lord and Savior guiding me every moment of it!

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Monday, January 26, 2015

The Morning of my Departure

I finally made it. After a year of preparation and talking about going, here it is. I've spent the last week packing and unpacking, choosing what to bring, weighing my luggage, and then having to disqualify 1/3 of it and weighing my luggage again. I used vacuum bags to compress my clothes, and I had to open it up and reseal it all about 3 times... Packing for a 11 months in a foreign place is tough! Not to mention my fear of being too cold! I am definitely from southern California!

This morning started at 5am for me. The plan was to leave at 5:30, but that quickly turned into 5:45 (to my dads discontent!). Waking up a few times before my alarm, I kept thinking "this is my last night in my own bed". Not that my bed is outrageously special. It's a twin bed that was passed down to me, but still an odd feeling knowing I won't be using it for about A year... The past month or so as this journey has been getting closer, I kept getting asked the same question, "how are you feeling?" As though I was supposed to be breaking down, or shaking in my socks nervous about leaving. I have never thought of myself as someone who gets homesick. Every single time my answer was "I am excited!" It's true. The main thing I am nervous about is having to speak in front of the group of interns (I always get shaky speaking in front of groups). Saying goodbye to my friends was fairly easy for me as well, there are so many ways to keep in contact, plus everyone has their own busy lives anyways. I know my absence won't be unbearable for any of them.

On the way to the airport my parents were normal as ever. My dad making not-so-funny jokes, me laughing, and my mom shaking her head. As we parked the car the main thing on my mind was that boarding time was in a mere 15 minutes. (I may have taken a bit too long of a shower this morning, but hey, it was my last shower in California for 11 months! I was cherishing it.) As we grabbed my luggage and heading into the airport everything was going quickly and smoothly. There was only one person in front of us for checking in. My luggage (having been weighed at home at least 10 times) was quickly passed through on the belt behind the counter. I got my boarding pass and down the hall we went to security. Then my dad said "well, this is where we stop". I hadn't thought about this part. Obviously I knew I would be saying goodbye but it hadn't really registered. Something about this trip to the airport still felt unreal. I put down my bag and hugged my dad, and then my mom. I was shocked to feel myself getting choked up. I never get choked up. If you ask anyone who knows me well, I am not the most sappy emotional person... But saying goodbye to my parents managed to strike a nerve. I am actually going... I won't see my parents for months, and I am getting on that plane all alone... We shared our goodbyes and quickly said I love you, and I picked up my bags and headed forward, only looking back once to say I love you again and waving. I love my parents dearly and I will miss them exceptionally, but I did not expect the tears I was holding back as I walked through the security line. Again there was only one person in front of me, and I only waited about 45 seconds before getting through the security check with no problems. I wasn't even asked to take off my shoes! I sure do enjoy the mellow atmosphere of the Burbank airport! As I walked to my gate and sat down a few tears rolled down my checks. As I looked around at the variety of people also waiting to bored I noticed people of every walk of life. A family with a young toddler, a mother with her daughter leaning on her shoulder, a few professional looking people with suits and briefcases. Here I was sitting by myself trying to hold back my tears. Thank goodness I had a few tissues in my purse! Within 10 minutes I was in line boarding.

As the plane started to roll towards the runway I had a drippy nose from my emotional few minutes. I probably freaked out the guy next to me who thinks I'm sick with a gross nose and swollen eyes. Tight enclosed spaces are always a great time for sharing germs! As the plane sped down the runway closed my eyes and smiled. I am actually doing it. God got me here. I was so full of gratitude and excitement for what God is doing, and yet sadness for leaving. As we rose into the sky I stretched my neck to get one last look at my California ocean. Still holding back the tears I started thinking about how beautiful God's creation is. Looking past the ugly skyscrapers in LA I could see the sunshine breaking through the clouds in just a few spots creating beautiful beams of light where everything else was gloomy. Going through the clouds in an airplane never ceases to amaze me. As we emerged from the gray fogginess of the cloud layer, not being able to see, and into the sunlight, I couldn't help but thank God for the beauty that is sometimes hidden from us, that is, until we get a new perspective. Looking down on clouds from above always looks like a giant bubble bath to me. As a kid that is exactly what I imagined Heaven to look like... The clouds as our floor.

Even though it was harder than I thought saying my goodbyes, I am still absolutely excited to see what God does with this journey He has called me to. As I write this on the airplane, I am just moments away from meeting a whole new group of people that I will be serving alongside with. Even through my fears of speaking in front of them, and knowing I will probably be the youngest (typical for me), I know that God has something divine planned for this group of young people, who like me have said their goodbyes today, and left the comfort of their lives to serve for the purpose of our awesome God's Kingdom.

God bless! Please keep us in your prayers as we spend this week training in Colorado! All glory to my awesome Savior!

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Sunday, January 18, 2015

The Beginning of an Incredible Journey

I am 7 days away from leaving the country for 11 months. God has opened the doors to an opportunity to serve in Europe as a Missionary Intern. I have been taking my faith seriously for about 4 years. After being surrounded by Christianity most of my life, I came to the realization at age 15 that being a Christian is not just a title, but a choice that consumes and changes my everyday life. Since then, God has miraculously changed me inside and out. Through many different challenges, sermons, people, and experiences, I have been (and continue to be) made new in my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. Throughout my life I have gone on multiple short term mission trips with my church. These trips were anywhere between 3 and 10 days, to multiple places while serving in many different ways. Yet at the end of each trip, I couldn't ignore the feeling that I wasn't ready to go home yet. Don't get me wrong, after a week of not showering and sleeping in a stinky sleeping bag I was ready for the comforts of home, yet a piece of me didn't care. God has given me a heart for serving. Seeing what God can do through a small group of unqualified Christians in just a few days is absolutely spectacular. I began to wonder about what it would be like to serve as a missionary for a longer period of time. In one week you can only do so much when it comes to building relationships and watching lives transform and unfold in new ways through Christ. I had a desire to serve longer. A desire to be sent somewhere new and do the work God has placed before me. 

On my most recent short term mission trip, I was serving with a group from my home church on the Navajo Reservation. I began to voice my desire of going somewhere to serve for a longer period of time. My youth pastor told me about a few different organizations to look into, and almost immidiately when I got home I did. From there God took over. All the right doors were opened, forms were filled out, and I found myself actually doing it... I was on the path to serving as a missionary intern with Greater Europe Mission. I questioned whether or not this was what I was being called to do, but through prayer, imput from leaders in my church, and an incredible moment while worshiping, I knew that this was what God had in mind for me. For any doubt that was left over in me, I kept thinking of what someone had told me... "If it's not God's will the doors will close". And these doors were absolutely not closing.

Now, 12 months later, I am at the end of the road of preparation and fundraising, and I am about to start on a new road of serving over seas. I don't know what to expect besides God doing great things. He has already taught me so much in this last year, and I haven't even left yet! All the glory to Him who deserves it. I owe it all to Him. He has prepared the way, and He took me in despite my failures and washed my sins clean, making into a young woman who can now be used by Him to reach people for His kingdom. I am honoured to be used by an incredible savior. He picked me! Lord only knows why! I am useless, but with the Holy Spirit empowering me, He can do great things through my life! Thank you Jesus! sins clean, making into a young woman who can now be used by Him to reach people for His kingdom. I am honored to be used by an incredible savior. He picked me! Lord only knows why! I am useless, but with the Holy Spirit empowering me, He can do great things through my life! Thank you Jesus!

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