Untimely

Time is an odd thing. Sometimes it pulls me along at such a pace that I can hardly keep up and other times it drags me through the day slower than a stupefied snail could cross Asia. Recently, however, I’ve discovered that time can do a third thing - leave me alone. Time doesn’t tug at me when I am not aware of it. 

At home, I am time's slave because I see and hear about it everywhere. All hallways, classrooms, stores, offices, cell phones, computers, and cars have time telling devices which dutifully tick away my minutes. Towns also have bells which keep "watch" over me when I leave the above behind. “DING DONG, DON’T FORGET THE TIME.”

   

Thankfully, Lithuanians aren't as obsessed with time’s claim on life. Clocks aren’t visible in every hallway or store. They’re not always present in the lower right hand corner of computer screens and bells don't go off every hour. Frequently, the sun even refuses to show her face for fear that I will guess how much daylight is left. The biggest contributor to my "untimely" existence is the absence of my cell-phone. Goodness, I love that  I’m free of the thing since Verizon doesn't give me service here. 

Let me confess that I am aware of the time when I need to be somewhere - thanks to my little blue alarm clock... Somehow, this tiny machine is more of a companion than a master though. He probably keeps out of the way because he is shocked that I'd carry him with me after he did the horrible deed of waking me up.

Here's also a view of our floor kitchen

Do my musings have a point? Not precisely, but I share them for three reasons. First, so that you might have a reason to procrastinate. Second, so that you can get the flavor of my experience. Third, because I've been struck by the honored place that we afford time in our lives and would like to discover what you think. Judging by time's omnipresence, it seems to me that God must have commanded us to “tie [clocks] as symbols on our hands” and put bells “on the door-frames of our houses and our gates.” Of course, this is not so, but God did command the Israelites to “love the LORD your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength” and to tie this commandment to their hands, doorframes and gates. We are not Ancient Israelites, but this passage makes me wonder if what we have done is right.

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Now for some unrelated pictures...

Dancing at the Smelt festival. Later I joined the folk dances.

Baltic Sea during the festival

Lithuanian Independence Day

I found my Lithuanian twin at an Independence Day concert.
Top, 2nd from left

Un-Expectations

Allow me to share three unexpected things about Lithuania. First, it has a disproportionate number of shoe shops. People say that in the US there is a Starbucks on every corner. Here, the Vente Vanilla Latte lost the battle to chic shoes. While I find the number of stores to be unusual, I must say that good shoes are a fabulous investment for the normal Lithuanian who walks quickly around her city in the snow, slush, and ice - likely a better investment than a caffeine addiction.

Second, naked boy statues abound - ok fine, in Klaipeda I've only seen three but I've heard of others elsewhere (e.g. Siauliai) and there is a lot of time to discover more. The few I've met in Klaipedia are small and joyful boys with the same offbeat humor that many other statues here have. For instance, I've also encountered a life sized lucky mouse in Senamiestis (Old Town) and a lantern-bearing ghost climbing out of the water near the harbor.

Finally, I can sing to most of the music in clubs, supermarkets, and restaurants because these places often play songs Americans hear on MTV or classic rock stations. I'm not sure whether I should be comforted or disturbed to have Katy Perry as a traveling companion. In any case, it was ridiculously fun to join a building packed with Lithuanians in singing music from Springsteen to Nirvana to Jet this weekend. I even danced with one random, friendly Lithuanian fellow. Thank goodness he didn't try to speak with me - or maybe I just didn't hear him over the noise!

Kurpiai Jazz Club - which didn't play jazz..

Clouds and crowds

Living in the cloud which is Klaipeda has its unique benefits. 

I never again have to wonder what it's like to explore those misty lands outside the airplane window. This lowers the likelihood that, one day, my curiosity will overwhelm me and I will make use of one of those emergency exits which flight attendants are always informing me about (the nearest of which may be behind me). Instead, I will be able to safely reminisce about my days here as I gaze through the glass. I will also smile knowingly at the kid nearby wondering about those clouds for the first time.

A bridge along my walk to LCC

Karklu, my home!

In all seriousness, I like the foggy nature of this place. It suggests that there is more to the city than meets the eye of the new observer; there is something further which only time will reveal to those who are patient. This goes for more than the urban landscape - it also goes for its inhabitants. The people I pass in the street or with whom I share the bus do not smile or really even look at me. Needless to say, that dog-walking guy, who I don't know but waved to every day for four years on Sinking Creek Road, would not fit in here. Even so, my experience so far tells me that there is much more than meets the eye to these people. There is substance behind every blank look - perhaps joyful, perhaps sorrowful, but most likely complex with a value all its own. Now that is worth patience to encounter. It will also likely require tea and I'm more than ok with that! 

I hope that the people here will take that time to discover the me beyond the first glance as well.

Lost in translation

The guy at the Iki checkout line is starting to realize I have no idea what he is saying. I wish I did, but since I don't, all I really want him to do is scan all my groceries and let me out of there without too much of a scene. Today, he started off by saying, "Labas vakaras" - "Good Evening." I can handle that much so I replied"Laba diena." Shoot, he started talking again.  It occurs to me that I shouldn't have said something to give the impression I speak Lithuanian. At the end of his question he stares at me till I give a confused shrug. He shakes his head sadly and continues the checkout process as I mumble  "As nekalbu lietuviskai" -"I don't speak Lithuanian." The shrug has worked quite nicely in the past, but I suppose it was too much to hope it'd work forever.

Language is a large part of my daily life here - and not just Lithuanian. The students at LCC come from many countries including, Ukraine, Belarus, Latvia, Kazakhstan, Kyrgyzstan, Russia, Albania, Lithuania, and more. All these languages resound throughout the halls as friends of the same country speak to one another in them. It's incredible how these people can go to school in their 2nd or 3rd or 4th language (English). What's not so awesome is that nobody even speaks the only other language I'm competent in! Ancient Greeks, it turns out, don't enroll at LCC.

Lithuanian is coming along slowly, but my roommate Ieva and another friend, Aurelija, tirelessly support my efforts and even say that my accent is pretty good. 

I have had a wonderful time with all my roommates and with the other LCC students so far. We frequently have tea together and talk for hours. Sometimes we even bust out my mando and sing. Speaking of, Tanya and Lida asked if I would play for Karklu worship nights - I'm looking forward to trying my best!

Lots of tea = lots of fun- (me, Ieva, Aurelija, Tanya, and Lida)

Last night Ieva and I walked the city together as we returned from ice skating at Akropolis. For all those who know my wandering tendencies, you will be happy to know that I don't always go alone! It's wonderful that she is from Klaipeda and share her city with me in addition to her language and her room. What she gets out of it, I don't know -besides another friend!

I enjoyed going to a Lithuanian speaking church this morning. It was wonderful to worship in another language and see fellow believers rejoice in the same God that I know. The church also provided headphones with translations into English or Russian for those who need them. Hopefully someday they won't be necessary. I look forward to that day when I can understand the pastor...

and the Iki guy. 

We will all live happily ever after.

Sojourning

Laba diena!

Where to start? This is certainly a place far different from home. Already I have been challenged by different ways of thinking and doing things. I love it -but I'm not comfortable. Not that I'd have it any other way.

We spent our first few days in Vilnius - the beautiful and intriguing capital, with its narrow network of streets and wide open squares. I could spend days wandering from one to the next, never sure of what shops or cafe/bars or people I would encounter - except that the people would be fashionable. The hostel was simple but great and was in an artist's portion of the city which jokingly pretends it is its own republic.

Anyone for a tatoo?



Uzupis' Constitution (English translation beside Lithuanian, Russian, etc versions)

I laugh to think of all the people I assured that the weather would be more mild than Chicago. That is certainly not what I encountered in Vilnius, Trakai or Klaipeda. It is frigid - with a 1-2 ft snow covering. The shocking bit is that shoveling seems to be optional - if not superfluous. I trek city sidewalks and streets covered in snow and ice. This makes me more thankful for my boots than I am for, say, my liver.

In Trakai

Also Trakai

Now I am in Klaipeda, at my dorm (Karklu) which is 35ish walking minutes from LCC. The dorm is a former Soviet apartment house and recalls the harshness of those days. The lounge is sweet and fresh though. The dorm on campus is far nicer than Wheaton dorms.

I have met wonderful people here. Our study abroad group has three LCC student interns named Ieva, Vaiva, and Bekzhan. The first two are wonderful women from Lithuania. They both are lively, funny, kind, and helpful. Bekzhan is from Kazakhstan and is an awesome guy.

Lastly, I must reflect on the fact that I am a forienger, a sojourner, alone in a place which knows nothing of me. The only one who truly knows and cares for me here is God. God is here, God knows this place and God is with me. This is the purest and most joyful part of being in Lithuania. It is lovely to relate to those who were and are "strangers in a foriegn land." If all I have is the presence of God here, I will be happy. But I think that there be more in store for me than that...

Legitimacy

Tomorrow, the day finally arrives.

I leave for Lithuania and by Tuesday I will be in Eastern Europe after years of dreaming about being there. I am energized for this adventure but, above all, I crave some direction from God about life after graduation. I'm tired of feeling like I have no legitimacy, like I'm an idealistic fool, like I conjured up the plan of serving the church there from an interesting 11th grade project and nothing more. For years, there has been no worse question than "why Eastern Europe?" and anytime I meet a person (at school, work, on a plane), the question always surfaces. It's not that I don't want to talk about God's place in and call on my life -- I can't help that (and wouldn't want to). It's that God hasn't given me an answer yet to this question. Therefore, I flounder and fumble and attempt to say something logical  or reverent sounding, but really I'm embarrassed that my answer is no more defined than last time. May this change soon.

For those of you less familiar with my reason for writing, let me sketch my upcoming months. I have deferred my enrollment at Wheaton and enrolled at LCC International University in Klaipeda, Lithuania, for the spring semester (until May). Klaipeda is a port city on the Baltic Sea and LCC is a Christian college - though students do not need to be Christians to attend. I'll live with 3 European roommates, attend classes, and branch out as the Spirit leads. Perhaps I'll tell you more later. Perhaps not. You'll have to check back to see! I do promise pictures at least...

I'd love for all of you to stay in contact with me as I attempt to keep you informed on my life. Please post comments, email me, write me letters, or skype me.

Tomorrow has turned into today!