Thursday, July 20, 2017

Lettie Cowman: A Retrospective

So there's this story about Punt.

Punt was a trading partner of Ancient Egypt. Egyptians would travel to Punt, Puntites would travel to Egypt - they loved each other. Egyptian writings described everything about Punt - its beauty (they called it God's Land), the awesome trading (bitumen, copper, naptha), and their peaceful nature (they were totally down with Hatshepsut's reign).

The only thing they didn't describe was where it was located.

Why would they need to draw a map? Everyone knew where Punt was. The trip was relatively easy, and they were such great friends.

So nowhere (that we've found) did anyone write down directions to Punt. No maps. No GPS. Just vague descriptions of things seen along the way.

Punt could literally be just about anywhere in the map below.


There's speculation that Punt is actually referred to as Put in the Bible, Put being the third son of Ham, of course, and the Bible being less than accommodating in making sure everything is spelled exactly the same (I'm looking at you Kings and Chronicles!). Punt is also called Ta netjer, the "Land of the God."

Not that any of that is important.

Why am I talking about an ancient land that hardly anyone knows existed?

BECAUSE I CAN'T FIND OUT LETTIE COWMAN'S ACTUAL FIRST NAME.

I have been researching Lettie for a few months now, in anticipation of the luncheon with Board wives a few weeks ago. And in every book I read, Lettie is introduced as either Mrs. Cowman, Mrs. Charles Cowman, L.B. Cowman, or Lettie Cowman.

I suppose Lettie could actually be her name. But that seems unlikely. It feels like a nickname to me. And I have this vague memory of seeing her full name somewhere. I even had a dream about it that convinced me I knew what her name was, though I was very clearly wrong.

I'm going to keep searching, though not feverishly. More like, as I live, if I see something related to Lettie, I'll inquire discreetly.

The internet is no help on this, btw. Considering OMS wrote her Wikipedia page, if it ain't there, it's safe to say we have no idea.

Anyway, I really just started this post so I could talk about a particular book I read about Lettie Burd. It's called The Vision Lives, and it was written by B.H. Pearson. Pearson was quite a significant figure in OMS history, but he wasn't part of the big families, so hardly anyone knows who he is anymore. (Sad, but true. For family names, look at the street names around OMS.) (I could be wrong here. I just don't ever hear his name. Maybe I'm talking to the wrong people.)

I think I can fairly say that this book has changed my life. I am different now that I've read this book. I've known the Cowman story since I came to OMS. We're pretty decent at the indoctrination stuff. Every new missionary has to read a book (No Guarantee But God) about the founders. So I knew the basics.

But Lettie's story tends to stop for people after Charles dies. And that's horrible, because she lived another 35ish years after her husband died. I could make an argument that she did more after Charles died than she did before.

And I think that's why I was so moved by this book. It felt like her story really started with the writing of Streams in the Desert.

(It didn't. The story of how she met Charles, how long she waited to marry him, their life before Chicago, her conversion and subsequent chivying of Charles, their call to missions, their life in Japan - all great and important tales that tell you a lot about Lettie. But I didn't feel like I knew her until after Streams.)

Have you read Streams in the Desert? I have to admit, I have not read it entirely. But I have read parts of it, and I know the story behind it. In fact, there's a book called The Story Behind Streams in the Desert. You should read that, too. (Incidentally, do you know which verse the book title comes from? You'll get brownie points.)

But in case you don't, here's the gist. Charles and Lettie spent about 15ish years in Japan before he fell ill. Like, seriously ill. They were pretty sure he was going to die. So the Cowmans returned to the U.S. They set up shop in California, continuing to run the Oriental Missionary Society.

And Charles never got better. For six years, he suffered tremendous pain, having numerous heart attacks or strokes (going by the description). Lettie continued taking care of him, doing her duty as his wife.

Lettie called this time her Gethsemane. That was the first thing that really stood out to me. We really only get a small picture of what the garden of Gethsemane was like for Jesus. But we do know it was bad. Extremely emotionally distressing, to the point where he was probably sweating blood. He knew he was about to die, and in the most undignified way possible. For Lettie to compare this time of waiting and watching to Gethsemane is very telling to me.

During this time, Lettie did whatever she could to preserve hope. She always believed that God would heal Charles, and she latched onto pretty much anything that seemed to offer some kind of respite. Nearly anything, because she always compared it to Scripture, and if it didn't stand up, she discarded it like yesterday's fish. Over six years, she had a ton of poems, sayings, and wisdom from many sources. These things form the spine of Streams.

Eventually, of course, Charles died. Lettie finished compiling her book and published it.

And then she started to live. 

(Again, probably not politically correct to say that. It just seems like people treat her as an extension of Charles before died. Which shouldn't surprise me. #womenareproperty #imreallynotafeminist #justannoyedatnotbeingtreatedlikeaseparateentitycapableofthinkingformyself )

Seriously, though, the chapter after Charles' death starts like this: "Mrs. Cowman begins to realize how entirely Charles had filled her life." Lettie was 54. Young by some standards, old by most. She writes a book about Charles' life (Missionary Warrior - another good read) and promotes the mission.

Then, at 58, she becomes president of the Oriental Missionary Society. This is huge, guys. She's a woman in 1928, and she's presiding over a multi-national mission. She is the third such president, and she lasts almost longer than the first two combined.

I wish I could describe everything she does in this period. But the book does that, and I'm not writing a book, though you may think so by now. She goes to China, despite the threat from Japan. She goes to a conference in Swansea, Wales. It's here that she feels a call to the rest of the world, not just the Orient. From Swansea, to Finland, by way of a stormy sea. From Finland to Estonia. Estonia to Sweden. Back to England. France. Palestine. Egypt. She meets the young King Farouk. She gives him a beautifully bound copy of the Gospels. Greece (without a visa). Back to England, where her visit with Farouk has engendered an invitation from the exiled Emperor of Ethiopia, Hailie Selassie.

Guys. If you don't know the name Hailie Selassie, you need to stop reading right now and go do some research.

Fascinating doesn't quite cover it.

Selassie's daughter offers to translate Streams. The Emperor and Mrs. Cowman are apparently quite intrigued by one another. Lettie offers a prophetic word (which came true).

Finally, Lettie returned to L.A. But only for a spell, because shortly thereafter, she heads to Cuba. Keep in mind that she's also running a mission, writing books, and contending with a pending world war during all of this.

She returns to Japan for a few weeks in 1939. The Japanese have already invaded China at this point, but it doesn't matter because there are still plenty of people who need Jesus.

In 1941, at the age of 71, Lettie goes to Mexico. Her trip has nothing whatsoever to do with OMS. But people are hungry for the Word, and Lettie places an order for 100,000 Gospels without knowing where she'll get the money. Sure enough, the exact amount comes in over a weekend.

The Colombia field opens. Lettie inexplicably sends the entire Streams revenue to the field with little more than a prompting in prayer. The money purchases the land where the seminary in Medellin will be built.

Colombia becomes Lettie's last trip as president of OMS. She tenders her resignation in 1949 at the age of 79.

Despite going blind, she continues to entertain guests and write columns. She dies on Easter Sunday in 1960.

She had such an incredibly full life. During a time when most people think about retiring, she was just starting some of the most difficult chapters.

But what is almost more fascinating to me are the things that are not said.

Charles and Lettie Cowman never had children. Any mention of children, in fact, is conspicuously absent. Granted, the topic wasn't really one you brought up in polite conversation at that time. But I'm curious. Was it a conscious decision? Was she not capable of having children biologically? Was adoption ever discussed? We can really only speculate.

How exactly did Lettie manage to run a mission society based heavily in Asia during a world war? This is touched on a little, but my understanding of the text is that missionaries had a great deal of autonomy at this point. Communications weren't exactly the greatest, so decisions often had to be made in the field before being sent to a Board for approval.

Speaking of the Board, how did they feel about so much of their work being supported by hope and a prayer? The book mentions countless times where finances or resources were in desperately short supply, yet Lettie forged ahead, trust that God would provide. Granted, He often did. But it must have been nerve wracking to trust so completely in something with no reassurance of success.

Finally, and possibly most curious, what exactly happened when Lettie resigned as president? There's a story that goes around, and I only know bits and pieces of it. Some people say she was forced out. Some people say that she needed to be forced out. The book only says that she felt the future of the mission should be in younger hands. Oddly, though, she requested that the book ministry (most of which came from her) and the crusades form a separate corporation. If you've ever wondered, there is a reason that Streams is published now by Zondervan. I believe the publishing entity of OMS was purchased by them at some point over the years. So the organization she founded purchases copies of her book from Amazon just like everyone else.

I'll likely never know for sure in this life the answers to these questions. And that's okay. I can still be inspired by her. I still admire her devotion to God and to her husband. I admire her adventurous spirit, her kindness to all she met, her desire to reach everyone with the Gospel. I love her humility, her grace, and her peace in the midst of Gethsemane.

Lettie, whatever your first name was, thanks for being so cool.

Friday, July 7, 2017

The Weekly Wrap-Up: July 3-7, 2017

I think I might be losing my mind.

Or I'm just really stressed out.

Or both.

I am having such a hard time keeping track of things lately. I feel like I have a million things on the hook, and I am not great at juggling. True, I probably put a lot of things on myself that don't need to be there, but that's just who I am.

I should work on that.

Anyway, I'm going to do my best to make this coherent and at least partially informative and useful. If I fail, please feel free to not let me know.

I finished off two groups of Portuguese proofs this week. This week was weird, of course, because we had a random day off on Tuesday. That really throws me off, but it never occurred to me to take Monday off, like apparently most of the office did.

Way to share the love, people.

In the midst of Portuguese, I managed to get my latest prayer letter out the door. Hopefully it will arrive at your door in a timely fashion. And hopefully it makes sense. But mostly the on time part.

I did a lot of prep work for the UB conference next week. Which reminds me, there won't be an update for the next two weeks. Next week, I may do a special report on conference. But the week after, I'm taking a few days off and then having surgery.

So there's that.

What else did I do this week?

Uh...

Meetings? Always meetings.

And ... other stuff. I'm sure.

See? Losing my mind.

I'm sorry. I don't know why anyone would hang out with me. 

Tuesday, July 4, 2017

Moana: The Live Blog

I've got to hand it to Disney; they marketed their product well. Not once has it occurred to me over the last few months to not put the 'ah' in Moana. Not until the other day when someone talked about watching the "Mona" movie. So well done, guys.

(I originally thanked Michael Eisner until it occurred to me that he might no longer be in charge. So I asked Siri. Yeah, Eisner left in 2005. I feel old.)

Okay. So I toyed briefly with the idea of including time stamps in these so you'd be able to follow along better. But that's too much work for me. You'll be fine.

::cue the requisite traditional music that is opening all Disney movies now::

Well, no, in the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth. Or, in the beginning, there was the Word. Or, alternatively, Mother Russia, which is what I'm calling Mother Island from now on.

I love the irony of calling this thing a warrior as he becomes a fat lizard.

Loki?

Oh. Maui.

Great bedtime story, Auntie.

Well, that's just adorable. Can I claim head canon baby Crush?

This child is Dead Sea-ing the ocean.

Found the heart, The End.

Oh.

I wonder, do these villagers ever get tired of humoring their chief's random dance breaks?

You're literally on an island. How do you keep her from the water?

I wanna play Chief Jenga.

I want a tattoo.

This kid, I love.

No offense, but I've seen this story before. Dad/Mom has high expectations for child. Child doesn't want to fulfill them. Mother/Father gives a heartfelt speech. Child does what they want anyway. Inexplicably, it works. Parent has to eat crow. Just once, I want the kid to develop a drug habit and admit they were wrong.

She's Saturday Night Live-ing this song. Admittedly, it's a good song.

That is not how leaves work.

Yes, set sail with no supplies and a pig.

I think I saw this in Their Finest Hour.

Did she just destroy coral? Where was the outcry?!

So, I'm curious, was this old woman the chief before the dude? Or her husband? You'd think she'd be taken a little more seriously.

Pretty sure this is how Steve Irwin died.

Is the idea of destiny okay as long as it's not your parents setting it?

One torch does not make that much light.

Those sails would crumble into dust at the first touch.

I want a haha before we're done.

Hey, Lin.

Uh, is "The Darkness" another name for "Climate Change?" Because that's the vibe I'm getting.

It's so nice of these particular stars to shine brighter just when this lady needs her to.

That went well.

And the death of the elder. Saw that one coming.

Oh, good. The chicken came along. Because we needed a weird animal friend.

Don't go sailing alone, kids. You'll end up like Truman.

I want magic hair that fixes itself after being buried in sand.

"Fish pee in you." That line is gold.

A Twitter joke? Really. No.

What a douchenozzle.

Was he building a statue of himself? And did she really just move a whole hunk of rocks?

I admit, I've never thought of the ocean as a character. I like it.

Oh look, it's a merchandising device. Why are coconuts attacking?

I can tell Lin Manuel Miranda had something to do with this movie because he likes referencing other movies. And I'm seeing another here with Waterworld.

Yes. Appeal to the man's ego. Works every time.

Yes. Disney has gone meta. Moana is a princess.

Oh, gross.

Got distracted. Where are we? Oh yeah. Nightmare Island. Thanks, Disney.

What accent is this? Whatever this thing is, it's hilarious.

This song is horrible, though.

And now I'm getting shades of The Emperor's New Groove.

No, I did not like the song.

Sharkhead, hoo haha.

Hey, kids, when someone doesn't want to talk about something, keep poking at them until they do. Consent doesn't matter! (Oops.)

And now I'm drawing parallels with abortion. What is this movie?

"You make your own fate" speech from the girl who believes the ocean chose her to return a stone to Mother Russia.

Even the ocean hate the chicken now. I completely understand.

I wonder how many kids think they know how to sail because they've watched this movie.

I'm calling this lava monster Diamond Head.

Diamond Head is a jerkwad.

Ooh. Dead hook. Dead hook is bad.

Wow, The Rock. That was harsh.

I'm trying to think of what the ocean reminds me of when it goes all blobby. It's not coming to me.

And visit from said dead elder. We're ticking all the boxes, aren't we?

The music is hit or miss for me.

Here's Diamond Head, again. I didn't need good dreams tonight.

Hey look, the chicken was good for something.

And Maui's change of heart. Tick.

Nice. Whale trick.

Umm. The ocean is cheating now. Could we not do that before?

Dead hook is seriously dead now. I have a feeling it will be back.

Diamond Head is Mother Russia. Who knew?

Aaaaand I got my Haka. Nice.

Prince of Egypt.

Hmm. So volcanos also form islands. That should have been obvious that they were the same.

I told you he'd get his hook back.

Which island is this? I feel like I'm supposed to recognize it.

Aww, he tattooed the young girl on his chest. That's not weird at all.

Umm, a shell doesn't really work with the whole stone motif they've got going.

Is everyone leaving the island? I'm confused.

I don't like whoever is covering this song.

Well, that was fun. I didn't have any major quibbles. I just feel like, with every movie I see now, I've seen it before.

Nothing new under the sun, I guess.





Hold up. Alan Tudyk was in this movie? As the CHICKEN?!

I take it all back. I'm done.

Friday, June 30, 2017

The Weekly Wrap-Up: June 26-30, 2017

I'm awesome.

I know, I know, I'm tooting my own horn. But really, if I don't do it, who will?

Seriously, though, I was able to finish my bit of Hakha Chin by Tuesday, which is good, because they'll be training in it in two weeks.

Nothing like getting the job at the last minute, eh?

(Happens quite a bit, actually.)

Instead of going straight back to Portuguese, I took the time to write my latest prayer letter. I really hope people appreciate these. They are hard to write. Sometimes, it's hard to condense everything that has happened into short, meaningful blurbs. Sometimes, it's equally hard to stretch an uneventful period into an interesting, adjective-infested essay.

And don't get me started on pictures.

But it's important. For many, it's the only thing they'll see out of me for the next two months.

Alas, I did start working on Portuguese again. But sporadically, as there are many other smaller projects to be done.

All of which wreak havoc on my ADD.

Anyway, it's a short one, I know. There just aren't enough adjectives in the world to make this week any more interesting.

(Incidentally, I've also been preparing for the UB Conference that is rapidly approaching. If you'll be attending, please make a special effort to come visit me at the OMS booth.)

Friday, June 23, 2017

The Weekly Wrap-Up: June 19-23, 2017

So normally I take notes on what I'm doing in any given day during the week. You wouldn't think it would be hard to remember what I did all week - but it is. I blame the fact that I was dropped on my head as a baby. (Which I was; or rather, I was bounced off a bed onto the floor. Thanks, Jen.)

I'm going to do my best.

I continued on with Portuguese for most of Monday and Tuesday. I really don't like doing multiple groups at a time because it feels like you'll never finish. But sometimes it's good because you're doing the same thing on multiple files. It would be more annoying to go back and forth between languages and stages of production.

I had to pause Portuguese when Hakha Chin came down the pipeline. It's a higher priority as there's a training event coming up. Now it's not Haka like the dance--



Though that would be awesome. (I generally don't see those unless I'm watching New Zealand rugby, and that is always a delight. You should go YouTube the All Blacks sometime.)

Anyway, Chin is of course a language in Myanmar (and a people group), and Hakha Chin is one dialect that is used by the folks we train.

So I'm finalizing the first group. Which is taking a long time because HC is another language that uses twenty words where English uses ten.

It's also taking a long time because this week has been insane. I mentioned it's People Time, right? So there have been many meetings, and then the Board meetings yesterday and today. It makes for quite a variety of activities.

One such activity is the cause of the teaser I gave last week about. We had a Ladies Luncheon for the Board wives today, and I played a small role as Lettie Cowman. See, we were highlighting the many books that have been written over the years by OMS missionaries. And of course, Lettie kicked it all off. So I was asked to give a few words from her perspective. I've been working on this for weeks. I did a lot of research, perused many a Goodwill, and searched in vain for audio of Lettie's voice.


But I think it went well.



Seriously, it was the highlight of my week. Next week, I'm back in the trenches.

Friday, June 16, 2017

The Weekly Wrap-Up: June 12-16, 2017

Let's just assume from now on that I will always have ridiculously long meetings on Monday mornings. Even this week, when we established ahead of time that we were only going to meet for 30 minutes, we started talking about leaving after 40, and continued on for another 20 minutes after that.

So, yeah...

It's People Time at OMS! Missionary Council meetings this week, the Board next week, who knows what in between - it all adds up to a bunch of folks we don't normally see wandering around HQ. It's nice to reconnect, though it's also like continuing a six-year long conversation that happens once a year.

So my first project this week was Hindi. We're in proof stages for this particular group, so I was making the changes that the translator sent. Most of them were pretty easy - they're pulled in automatically with the script. But in one case, the translator mentioned that two words were joined together at the end of the paragraph.

This one, to be exact:


Slight problem with that. Anyone know what it is?

You are correct! I neither speak, nor read, Hindi! So I have no way of knowing where that last word is supposed to be split. Google Translate isn't a ton of help with something like this. So I used all the means at my disposal to hunt down the correct answer.

Which looks like this:


I'm awesome.

After Hindi, I'm back to Portuguese. Same thing, proof stages for four groups this time. It's going to be a fairly lengthy project, I think. Lots of fiddly bits. My desk is full of post-it notes of things to remember to change.

And I've been working on a top secret project. Never fear, though, you'll hear all about it next week.

At some point, I'll be starting my new series. If you have a question you've always wanted to ask a missionary, any question at all, send it to me and I'll answer it.

Now I'm off to a picnic.

Friday, June 9, 2017

The Weekly Wrap-Up: June 5-9, 2017

Did you miss me last week? Miss my special brand of witticisms and charm?

Good.

I can't honestly say I thought about you at all last week.

Sorry.

Seriously, though, it was a really nice week off. I needed some rest and relaxation. I had a lovely day at the lake, spent some time at the Forks of the Wabash, had great conversations with my parents, and generally just slept. Sleep is really nice, you know?

Of course, work is work. And I had my usual 3.5 hours of meetings on Monday morning. But it was okay. My boss is back, if still a little under the weather. So that's good. Thanks for the prayers.

I've spent most of the week working on new text for the landing page. Well, for one of the options on the landing page. We're combining all of the FAQs, history, etc. into one page. My best moment in this job? Reducing the vast history of Train & Multiply to four lines.

I rock.

We had a cool prayer rally this week that was all about missionary kids. Did you know we have almost 300 missionary kids within OMS? I had no idea there were that many. MKs go through many of the same thing adult missionaries do, except they often don't have the emotional capacity to process everything (not sure all the adults do, either, but that's neither here nor there). People expect a lot out of them, too, which is something I'm familiar with as a PK.

I helped out with orientation again yesterday. We only have three participants this time, along with our five interns at times, but it was as fun as ever. I'm not an artist by any means, but I do my best, and people seem to find it entertaining at the very least.


Here's something for the future - we're doing a 5K here (which you can come join, actually) to raise money for Bridge to Reading, which is our literacy program at OMS. I'm participating, and I have a team page where you can sponsor me. This is a really great program, and I love that we're bringing the written word to people across the globe.

I think next week will pick up quite a bit. I fully anticipate a crazy busy summer, just like always. As a heads up, I will be attending the UB conference in Pennsylvania as a rep for OMS. I hope to see you there!