Friday, February 14, 2014

Gunung Kelud

Gunung Kelud (Kelud Mountain) is an active volcano 70 km from my village. 

This is a map of East Java. I live at "A," and Kelud is "B." 

The picture below is Kelud in 2007, a view of the inside of the crater (it's a lake).
2007, pre-eruption

But in 2007, the volcano started to erupt, and a lava dome (120 meters tall) grew up in the middle of the lake. It never spewed lava, however, it sorta "failed" as my friend said. Thus, the lake dried up and a little mountain formed in the middle, "Anak Kelud" (child of Kelud). I first knew about and visited Kelud in December 2013. This is what it looked like then:

December 2013


Fast forward to one week ago, when Peace Corps alerted us that Kelud was dangerous and we could not go near it. This was a picture my friend sent: 

February 2014


The pressure and heat continued and yesterday at 11 PM, the volcano erupted.  
February 13th, 2014

Because it is Anak Kelud that is erupting, the lava flow is contained inside the larger crater. Rocks were thrown into the air, however, and the ashfall is all over Java, blow west in the wind.

I was in Batu, Malang, 35 km from the volcano when it erupted. This is a picture of the villa ID6 was at, for our last PC conference:
Jambu Luwuk Villas where we were when Kelud erupted. February 13th, 2014


When I woke up this morning, this is what that same villa looked like:
February 14th, 2014
February 14th, 2014

It looks like a light dusting of snow on a cloudy day! The air was not bad, though PC gave us masks. We moved down into the town of Malang (45 minutes away), where there is no ash and the air is fine. I'll be out of my village until PC clears me to go back to site, which will likely be Sunday or Monday. I figure my village doesn't have much of anything going on, as no one posted anything super dramatic about it on Facebook and my school appeared to be in session. It was a similar cloudy day there, and I received texts like this: "Di sini hujan debu/abu Miss!" (There is ash/dust rain here!)

All in all, an interesting experience for those of us being safely watched by Peace Corps. Yet for those whose homes are full of dust and who are experiencing trouble breathing from the ash, not so awesome. Two Indonesians have died from the weight of ash on their houses. Thankfully, those are the only casualties so far. 





















Wednesday, February 5, 2014

The One Where I Judge

Stop judging, that you may not be judged. For as you judge, so will you be judged, and the measure with which you measure will be measured out to you. Why do you notice the splinter in your brother’s eye, but do not perceive the wooden beams in your own eye? (Matt 7:1-3)



Introduction

For months, I have kept thinking about this comment that another PC volunteer made. He/she said that Indonesia has a great interpretation of Islam going on, because they made Islam their own. They don’t try to copy exactly what Saudi Arabia does, and they interpret things here differently.

Generally speaking, I’d have to say the Indonesian (or at the very least, the East Javanese) Muslims interpret Islam liberally. Here in Java, Islam has been mixed for so long with Javanese culture (since the 1400s) that often my question, “Is this a Muslim or Javanese tradition?” results in the person screwing up his/her face to think about that.

One example of the liberality of Islam in Indonesia is the hijab. The US Consul General, Joaquin (who, side note, is as cool of a ConGen as one is ever going to find!), believes that just in the last few years Indonesian women have began consistently wearing hijabs. When he was ConGen here just over 10 years ago, he said hardly anyone wore one. Now, women do everywhere I go. I have never seen and will never see the hair of over 75% of women I know and over 90% of my students.

 The evidence of Islam liberality can also be seen in the clothing women wear. Some women (children through 40-year-olds) wear skin-tight skinny jeans, regular old long-sleeved shirts (some of which are very form-fitting), flashy high heels and finally, a hijab. This is in comparison to some Middle Eastern women’s legal obligation (or perhaps heavy social pressure to adhere to tradition) to never show a square inch of skin in public. In Saudi Arabia, for example, "Muslim women in public are required to wear the full-body abaya, generally black, and the niqab, a black headpiece which covers the entire face and head, leaving only a slit for eyes." (USA Today)

Perplexing Fact

The most perplexing thing about this liberality, however, is my reaction to it. As a liberal Christian, I should be jumping for joy that Indonesians own their Islam and do not feel too restricted. Instead, I find myself looking for ways to criticize people for being “less Muslim” than, for example, Muslims in the Middle East. There is no rational explanation for why I do this, as theoretically I prefer to see Muslim women wearing whatever they want instead of making them wear gloves to hide their apparently too-sexy hands in 120oF heat. Christians are free to wear whatever they want, and I believe Muslim women should be in charge of their bodies, too. Yet here I am, confused about my own judgmental reaction to the women who dress in those skinny jeans and gobs of make-up.


Self-Awareness

Before I share some of the things I find myself confused about, I want to state clearly here that I am 100% aware of my irrational, uncalled for, and unfair judgment. I’m not hiding the fact that I am judging, lest anyone try to peg me for being, I don’t know, a hypocrite? I'm not proud that this is what I am doing, but I am being honest about my thoughts. I believe thinking through my ideas allows me to see the positives and negatives (in this case pretty much all negatives) of an idea and adjust accordingly.  Why share this with you on this public blog? I am simply being honest. I am not trying to get you to start judging Muslim Indonesians, too. That would be to opposite of my goal.


Confusing Observations

I find myself judging women for being “less Muslim” when they wear tight jeans and tons of make-up. Isn’t modesty one reason for the hijab? Yet here they are, piling on make-up to look cute and attract men’s attention.

I find myself judging my host family members when I know that they don’t pray subuh before the sun rises.

I don’t understand my school’s policy that girls must wear a hijab to cover their hair, yet when they wudhu (ablutions for praying) the boys see their hair anyways.

I don’t understand why “it is better” if women wear long skirts but it’s no problem when the skirt is hiked up to their knees while they are riding a motorcycle.

Mostly, these things relate to women’s dress. I guess this is because clothing is the main characteristic that distinguishes a Muslim from someone else here. Many Muslim women always wear long sleeves and long pants while many Christian women wear knee-length skirts and t-shirts. But then most of these covered Muslim women go home and put on ratty old pajamas (often T-shirts or nightgowns that fall to the knee). The dichotomy is too much to handle!

My Excuse

So I’m judging. I guess the best excuse I can give is that I find satisfaction in finding faults in the people who spend so much time telling me what “good” Muslims are like and how they are “good” Muslims, not like those other Muslims who aren’t practicing. The comment about them being “good Muslims” is then, of course, followed by a humble (though perhaps not heartfelt) declaration that only Allah really knows. Of COURSE we want to be the better ones, the “good” ones, that’s what it means to be imperfect humans. We desire to be the “best.” If Muslim people really pass no judgment and have neutral opinions about the non-practicing Muslims, then I’ll be darned. And teach me how to think like that, please! 

Turning it Around

So, it finally occurred to me this week to turn this judging back around on myself. What do I do that makes me a “worse” Christian? One surely can’t run around judging others without then judging oneself in the same manner!

My first reflection was that Muslims simply have too many rules. Rules about how to wudhu for praying. Rules about how to sit when praying. Rules about how to kill a chicken. Seemingly endless rules about women and menstruation. Rules about eating. Rules about drinking. Rules about touching certain animals. Rules about how many times one must wudhu after touching the forbidden animal. Etc….

So when I consider what I do that makes me “less” Christian, I have to consider that generally speaking, Christians don’t have very many “don’t do this” and “you must do this” rules. The 10 Commandments are the only concrete rules that come to mind. Jews are still bound by the Old Covenant. Jews could give Muslim rules a run for their money on who has to follow the most rules. Leviticus alone has over 200 rules. Anyhow, this lack of “do this” and “don’t do this” in Christianity allows for a more open interpretation of what is “good” and what is “bad.” Turns out, I do a lot of stuff that I’ve decided makes me a “less awesome” Christian.

·      I walk right past beggars and other people in need.
o   “Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you drink? …The king will say to them in reply, “Amen I say to you, whatever you did for one of these least brothers of mine, you did for me.” (Matt 25:37,40)
·      I do not consistently tithe 10% of what I earn.
·      I assume that everything I have to say is important.
·      I don’t go to church every Sunday.
·      I rarely pray.
·      I attend church but don’t pay attention to the sermon.
·      I am often angry with my students and say mean things.
·      I am not thankful enough for everything I have been given.
·      I do not have as much reverence for God as I believe I should.
·      I gossip about my host mom a lot.
·      I always demand things from the school office and don’t show gratitude.
·      I dress for clubs in a way that the media has taught me, aka to objectify myself.
·      I don’t regularly read the Bible.
·      I think I’m a “better” Christian than those who say they are Christian but in no way seem to live out their faith. (Isn’t this ironic, just like how I judged Muslims for saying the same thing about non-practicing Muslims…)

And so on and so forth…

The Improvements

Fortunately, this week I did attend church and I did listen to the sermon. The pastor was preaching about leaving behind the sins of 2013 and becoming new in 2014. (I'm surprised that I understood even just a little of what she was saying because this lady speaks lightening fast with a lot of emotion.)

So whoever is in Christ is a new creation: the old things have passes away; behold, new things have come. (2 Cor 5:17)

…You should put away the old self of your former way of life, corrupted though deceitful desires, and be renewed in the spirit of your minds, and put on the new self, created in God’s way in righteousness and holiness of truth. (Eph 2:22-24)

In order to be come this better person:

…Everyone should be quick to hear, slow to speak, slow to wrath, for the wrath of man does not accomplish the righteousness of God. (James 1:19-20)

Well jeeze, I hear “be quick to hear, slow to speak” all the time, but when you add on that this “DOES NOT ACCOMPLISH the righteousness of God,” that really hits home for me.

We ought not to curse others (i.e. judge Muslim Indonesian friends)

With [our tongues] we bless the Lord, and with it we curse human beings who are made in the likeness of God. (James 3:9)

Let your speech always be gracious (Col 4:5)


Well, talk about feeling like a jerk. On Saturday, I just finished a humorous speech to Carrie (via Skype, I didn’t go to Honduras) about how I just don’t care anymore. I don’t care if people think my opinions about corruption and cheating are too extreme or that I am outspoken. I don’t care if my students cheat. I don’t care if someone calls me fat. Etc.

However, the scripture tells me to be slow to anger. And to care about others. My message of “I don’t care” has no regard for how it makes others feel. While I repeat, “I don’t care” so I don’t get mad, making others feel bad in the process is not constructive. It’s probably better for me to be angry alone that it is for me to hurt others as I try to avoid anger.

Thus, this week I’m really going to work on kindness toward others. I have to respect that my values are not the same as most teachers here. My endless gossip needs to end. Build up others, don’t put them down.  I have to learn to hold my tongue. I must pray that God would immediately relieve me of my anger. I must withhold verbal and mental judgment of others.

Julia just sent me this great article, too. Written by a Christian woman, it calls into questions what we really do when we say something offensive or judgmental to someone, and then tack on the words, "Oh, just kidding!" 

Watch carefully then how you live, not as foolish persons but as wise (Eph 5:15)

And once again:

Stop judging, that you may not be judged. For as you judge, so will you be judged, and the measure with which you measure will be measured out to you. Why do you notice the splinter in your brother’s eye, but do not perceive the wooden beams in your own eye? (Matt 7:1-3)