THE JOY OF GIVING AND LIVING

THE JOY OF GIVING AND LIVING
My first memorable experience of Lallawmawma (Lawmtea) occurred just about one year ago. There is a huge cement reservoir on the path that extends from the main buildings to the upper, terraced and jungley portion of Silver Oak School’s 10-acre compound. The grades I-IV and I were taking a break from classes and enjoying an excursion to higher ground. As we trudged past the reservoir, one minute Lawmtea was by my side, the next he was on top of the cemented reservoir lid, and the next he had somersaulted head-first into a cave-in beside the reservoir. I retrieved him feet first, and no lasting damage seemed to have taken place.
Yesterday, I had the grades VIII’s doing a little art work so provided them with water-colouring pens. Lawmtea caught wind of this followed me around the rest of the day begging for “colours.” At one point I accused him of being a “big beggar.” His response was, “No, I am just a little boy … and I want colours!”
So, I found 45-cent packages of “colours” in the market, bought four and left them on the grade I-II desks after dark. Lawmtea spied on me and soon all four students were jumping up and down with delight. For English classes, I had previously given each of the older students a mini-dictionary. It is rather difficult to learn English without a dictionary. Lawmtea complained bitterly that his class had been left out … so I gave in. The next day Lawmtea’s friend, Tlanga informed me that he had read his new book “from A to Z”.
According to his teachers, Lawmtea has yet to learn any of the three R’s but like many of those of us on “slow side” he makes up for that slowness with the fastest, winningest smile in history!

TO THE TOP

TO THE TOP
Wednesday, October 12 was a school holiday, so our family took to the hills! We rented a vehicle and, at 10 AM, the seven of us--Ellen, Autumn, Andrew, Becky (our helper), Tabea (teacher-in-training from Germany, Karin (nurse from Switzerland), and I—climbed into a (jeep-like) Summo, and headed for Reiek (Ray-ek), a quiet village on the northern slopes of Reiek Mountain. It is an hour’s drive from our village of Durtlang through to the southern side of the city of Aizawl. From that point Reiek is visible off to the south west even though it is another hour and a half down into the river valley and up the twisting road to Rei-ek. From the village it is another hour—or two depending on your endurance—walk to the top of Reiek Tlang (mountain).
Reiek is not nearly the tallest mountain in the state of Mizoram. Phawngpui (Blue) Mountain in the southern corner of the state reaches up to 2157 m (7,075 ft.). However, Reiek does give one a majestic view at 1,465 m. (4,800 ft.). From that stony perch, I hesitated to peer down the steep cliff to thousands of metres below. It didn’t seem to affect the younger generation the same way! In the picture: Becky, Autumn, Karin, Tabea, and our driver. Andrew had already been to the top and headed back down by the time I arrived at the summit.
After that climb and that view, I determined to leave Mount Everest entirely to Sir Hillary and his Sherpa guide! However, there is something thrilling about making it to the top… no matter how (in)significant it might seem to others. A delightful adventure. Weary hikers arrived home after dark.

BEANS ARE UP

BEANS ARE UP!
Planting a garden in October is a new –delightful—experience for me! And, after just seven days the beans are six inches high! We had a small plot, actually three small terraces, dug up just west and up the hill from our apartment. The top one was much too rocky but the bottom two yielded choice soil. Ellen brought several varieties of seeds from Canada. She was especially hopeful about the lettuce. I think a couple short rows might make something but of the rest of the seeds—carrots, cauliflower, cabbage—it seems that the beans are the only ones that are really happy to be here, even though these vegetables do grow here.
We experience heavy rains from May to September (254 cm.; 8 ft. 4 in). The second week of October hosts a Hindu festival (puja) which usually heralds the end of the rains. However, fortunately for our little garden, we are still experiencing drenching rains.
I remember growing a bean plant back in grade 3—I think it was. It is still fascinating to observe what life there is in a seed. I am reminded again for what Jesus said: “A man scattered seed on the ground. Night and day, whether he sleeps or gets up, the seed spsrouts and grows, though he does not know how. All by itself the soil produces grain—first the stalk, then the head, then the full kernel in the head.” Marvelous!

WATCH FOR THE MISTAKE

Watch for the Mistakes!
Yesterday our students participated in an all-day cultural dance competition here in the village of Durtlang. There were seven other schools – hundreds, perhaps a thousand kids. Mizo people as melodious and agile as any people on earth! Just a prejudiced opinion since I haven’t seen all the rest! These cultural dances have their roots in their agricultural heritage and battles of long ago. They are especially renowned for their illustrious Cheraw (bamboo) dances.
The same two dances were performed by each of the schools. So, it was bamboo banging from 10 AM till 3 PM with an hour’s break for lunch.
Two judges sat on opposite sides of the dances—with a pretty young lady holding an umbrella over each of them to shield him from the sun, and ultimately from the rain before the program moved indoors. Maybe judging isn’t such a bad job after all!
This was our school’s first appearance in this kind of competition. The roof was lifted when the judges concluded at the day’s end that we were number one! Number one is most often easy to take!
However, I pondered as to how the judges could place one performance ahead of any of the others. Admittedly, they know a lot more about bamboo dancing than I ever will. However, I inquired as to what the selection process might be. I should have guessed it on my own. You and I have seen (and done it often enough)—“count the mistakes”.
And I thought of other competitions: figure skating, ballet, musical recitals, concerts, speech making, and on and on. Some of us, in our “professionalism” find it difficult to enjoy entertainment, church, ballgames, … because we are entrenched in a mind-set opposite to (1 Corinthians 13) love which “keeps no record of wrongs.” Everything “could be done better”, at least from my lofty perspective!
Back to the dance! Perhaps I was at an ignorant advantage … not knowing where to look for mistakes and being absolutely positive that I could never improve on the performance of the most novice bamboo dancer.
So, may I carry that ignorance (or grace) to the many other imperfect performances of my fellow pilgrimagers.