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Reflections in the Silver Cup

OUTFITTING THE RAV

Cheyenne embroidered me an inspirational sign that says, "Doe the Next Thynge;" nevertheless, anxiety overtakes me at times, and it leads to procrastination. Next week I'm heading out on an eight-night trip in the RAV4, and I wanted very much to have my sleeping platform and over-the-foot shelf built and installed by then. My anxiety verbalized like this: What if I measured wrong? What if the person who's going to cut my plywood at Lowe's measures wrong? What if the traffic on the way to Lowe's is too much? What if the store is filled with people? What if... what if...?

 

Finally, on Sunday morning, when I knew traffic would be light en route and in the store, I went with my carefully laid out drawings and stepped up to the contractors' desk, where the clerk called a young man named Josiah to help me. As we walked back to the saw, he told me that he'd been off the last three days, and as always, he returned to find the lumber shelves in disarray. My confidence in him shot up because I think someone who likes order in their workplace was likely to be painstaking about my job. And then he used the word "deemed." Having a good vocabulary and being unintimidated to use it in the lumber department of Lowe's didn't mean he would be skillful at ripping plywood. It did, however, say something about his intelligence, which gave my confidence another boost. He also knew it was important to have good relationships with his coworkers (stated as we chatted about chatting while working).

 

Josiah helped me select a sheet of maple plywood that had been sanded on both sides and would require less hand sanding, so I'd only have to work the edges. I also had him cut some 2x2s. While he measured and remeasured and thought and cut, I went around the store picking up other things I needed: a new drill bit, sandpaper, screw eyes, a bucket that would fit my new toilet seat, Reflectix for making insulated privacy covers for my windows. 

 

Yesterday was building day, and I commandeered Catherine's covered patio as my workshop, her wrought iron table covered with my canvas tarp as sawhorses. I started early in the morning to beat the heat, but with snack and lunch breaks, I didn't finish until 1:30, by which time the temp had reached 89º.

 

My first step was to make the sleeping platform, which now allows me to sleep on the level (so to speak). A wonderful feature is there is underneath space for storing my small aluminum table, my privacy tent, and hopefully a fold-up chair (the one I bought a few weeks ago ends up not giving me enough low back support after driving hours.

 

After the sleeping platform came the over-the-foot shelf for additional storage. I had to recharge my drill at one point, but otherwise, all went smoothly. I must confess, however, that it is not the beautiful product my friend Cara or my brother Bob would produce. It is functional. And the wood is pretty. For $8, I got 8 baskets at Dollar Tree, and they are fastened to the shelf with bungie cords attached to screw eyes on each end of the shelf. These baskets will be for nonperishable foods and useful odds and ends. Under the shelf, next to the bed is my camp kitchen. Another boot box or maybe two (haven't measured yet) will stack on top of it as my clothes drawer(s). Boot boxes are good because they're shallow, so they don't require a lot of digging.

 

It's starting to look like home.

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DEFIANCE

A guest post by Wayne Dale Matthysse

 

Wayne and I met in the early seventies at Rehoboth Mission, just outside Gallup. We had a shared history, having both grown up in the Christian Reformed Church. He and my former partner had started a youth center in Gallup, a town that was tremendously lacking in healthy activities for young people at the time. We lost touch when I moved away from Gallup.

 

Wayne continued to work as his own style of Christian missionary in the Gallup area for a total of twelve years, then as a missionary in Honduras for another twelve. He was drawn back to Southeast Asia after that because he felt an obligation to help heal the wounds left by the Viet Nam War, in which he had served as a medic. He ended up co-founding a children's community, Wat Opot, in the Cambodian countryside, for children whose parents had died of AIDS. In the early days Wat Opot served as an AIDS hospice. Today a percentage of the residents are HIV positive and are thriving on their daily doses of anti-retrovirus drugs.

 

Thanks to social media, Wayne and I reconnected a few years back, and in 2008, my daughter Cheyenne and I visited him and the children at Wat Opot, also making a journey together to the world famous Angkor Wat. We spent ten days in the children's community. The children were possibly the most vibrant, lively, engaging youngsters I've met. They quickly slipped their way into our hearts, as they have with volunteers from all over the world.

 

Wayne writes his own thought-provoking blog in which he has shared much of his spiritual journey. I found this entry about an early step he took away especially moving and asked if I could share it as a guest post.

 

I remember that first time when I bowed to the Buddha, as the children were doing their chants. Such a simple act… and yet perhaps one of the most defiant and difficult things I have ever done in my life. I have certainly not lived the life of a saint and, in fact, have been a rebel from as far back as I can remember. Fired from every job I have ever held, court marshaled in the military, kicked off the mission field not once but twice, and branded a heretic by those who once called me a brother. Rebellion yes… but those acts of defiance were done against men and I had no problem justifying them. To bow to the Buddha however was, for me, an act of defiance against the God I had known and worshiped all my life… an unpardonable sin that I would have to live with for the rest of Eternity, but I was desperate… desperate to know a Truth that needed no apologies and required no Faith.

 

My body resisted, as I began to go forward as if preparing itself for a bolt of lightning to come through the ceiling of the temple and strike it dead… but nothing happened. I bowed a second and third time, and as I came back to a sitting position, I was overcome by a peacefulness I had never known before. The chains of religion, that had held me in bondage for so long fell away, and its threats of hell and damnation no longer intimidated me. I was free and I felt alive… alive and One with all that was around me.

 

Today, I am considered by many to be an atheist, because I no longer believe in a Creator God. That, however, does not mean that I do not believe in anything at all… for I still believe in Life and all that I can see, hear, or touch… and I believe that there is much I do not yet understand about Life, and perhaps never will… but my mind is now free to wander and to wonder and to be continuously amazed at how the complexities of Life can so easily be simplified by a single act of Compassion.

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