Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Borges




Argentina Series Resumed:
Day 10, second day of VII Jornadas "Borges y los otros"

On the very day of my parents 65th wedding anniversary, I was in Buenos Aires attending a professional conference, the day I read my paper: La trayectoria de Aureliano: análisis del cuento borgeano "Los teólogos".

Jorge Luis Borges (1899-1986), Argentina's number one representative writer, should have won the Nobel Prize in Literature and was forever a nominee, but at the time they considered him unfit for the honor due to his supposed political views.

Another assumption about him, widely proclaimed, was that he was an atheist. The more I read his writings the less I believe that claim. His English grandmother taught him the Scriptures and he himself delved deeply into the truths of the Bible. His inquisitive intelligence led him to read widely, to study and question all religions, analyze and play with theoretical concepts. These became the premise for many of his short stories.

The piece I chose, because I was attracted to the title, is one of his lesser known writings, and even so when googled leads to endless pages on the internet. The story takes place in the 5th century Roman Empire; two theologians are battling heresies; the one is so driven by envy and jealousy of the other that years later he is able to contrive an accusation that leads to his rival being burned at the stake. Ironically his own death came also by fire and in heaven they were both alike to God. It is one of Borges' more complex but ever fascinating stories.

I have always enjoyed the challenge of reading Borges, like putting together a puzzle. I soon found out that Dora, my hostess, shared my interest. In fact she had first hand knowledge of him.

Some time in 1976 or '77, Borges came to their town to speak. The old theatre was packed, standing room only. By then he was already blind and was led in by his sister. It was raining. The table reserved for them had a tin can to catch the drips from a leak above. He was staring in raptured silence. When he began to speak he thanked them for arranging such a beautiful inspirational moment where the steady drip carried him back to childhood memories. When offered to move to another table, he declined.

Dora remembers how journalists insisted on asking him if he was an atheist; it became the standard expected question. She also recalls hearing Borges' response:
--Para Ud., ¿qué es el ateísmo? ... ¿Ud piensa que yo escribo como ateo sin reconocer la autoridad máxima que hay en la vida? [What do you think atheism is? Do you believe I write like an atheist who disregards life's maximum authority?]

On another occasion she heard him say, "No puedo contender con el Creador...un día lo veré." [I cannot contend with God...I will see him one day.]

His unaffected humble attitude was recognized by all.

On that occasion in Coronel Suárez, when they wanted to know what gift could they give him, he asked to taste dulce de leche con pan casero--a taste of the typical caramel spread on homemade bread.

So how did my scholarly adventure end? The paper was well accepted, but sure enough the standard assumption was brought up, "But wasn't Borges an atheist?" Another gentleman in the audience answered and spoke at length on the subject of Borges and God. He is writing a book about Borges and the Bible!

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Bible "versions"

Another Spanish lesson...

As we reminisced together with the amigos argentinos, friends from half a century and a continent away that happen to live or be visiting in the area, we were regaled by some very funny Bible quoting errors.

A Clean Gospel
When Victor and Dory's oldest was very young he recited John 3:16:
"Porque de tal manera amó Dios al mundo, que ha dado a su Hijo higiénico unigénito, para que todo aquel que en él cree, no se pierda, mas tenga vida eterna."

Godly Math
Eduardo remembers the time when a poor-reader was called upon to read Philippians 2, speaking of Jesus humbling himself and therefore being exalted by the Father:
9 Por lo cual Dios también le exaltó y hasta lo sumó, y le dio un nombre que es sobre todo nombre,

Moral Reversal
I was then reminded of the time back in high school when Mike signed the yearbook of one of the most popular girls, a beautiful and upright person, and added a Scripture reference--Proverbs 5:3-6. He earnestly desired the best for her, however, the numbers were reversed. Can you guess what he meant to write?
Look it up and smile. (Easy way: search http://www.biblegateway.com/)

Monday, August 25, 2008

66 Years

My parents have been together 66 years (8-22-1942)!


Friday evening we celebrated with a few friends from Argentina, the country where they lived and worked for over 40 years.








Tho' very significant we kept the event simple: cake, terma (Argentine herbal beverage), Dory's cream puffs, and piles of old photos. These kept the conversation, laughter and fellowship flowing and could have gone on and on...so many meaningful memories!





These are some of the dear friends from when I grew up in Argentina. Eduardo (far right) has been a pastor/teacher/writer for 45+ years. He gave me his autographed book Deléitese en su Biblia. I am delighted!

So, I didn't keep my promise in the Argentina Series.
If there are any disappointed readers out there in the bloggy world, please forgive the delay.
The promised 'tomorrow' has become a latino mañana...an unknown future, hopefully not too far off.

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Southern Delights

Mostly photos today and more Spanish.
No time for more as I prepare for a job interview.
Reminds me of a year ago when I was wrapping up the final revisions of the paper to be read the next day. I had spent two days holed away, late at night or early morning, plugging away until I was satisfied. Dora was more nervous than I. But I must say that I shouted when it was done and we all celebrated.
Later that afternoon I ventured downtown Buenos Aires to the Fundación Internacional Jorge Luis Borges, into the hairy scary scholarly world! (more on that tomorrow)


Medialuna con jamón y queso y una Coca-cola
(purchased on the bus en route to Montevideo)


Pastelito de hojaldre con dulce de membrillo
(Eunice bought me one on the catamaran)



Flan
(the most wonderful dessert in the whole wide world!)

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Home Away Fom Home

Argentina Series continued...

I was glad to get back to the small apartment where Erni and Dora had made me feel so welcome.

The next couple days are a blur, mostly sitting at the computer revising the Borges paper. So I will describe my surroundings.


The futon I slept on was the first thing you faced upon entering the apartment and to the left the all-purpose table, living-dining area and big window. How we enjoyed the light, the view and the sunsets! The door you see opens to the kitchen, and to the right, the one you can't see, to the bathroom and master bedroom. So small, snug and sufficient. Tan acogedor.


Monday, August 18, 2008

Elena

Argentina Series: Day Six
Uruguay Adventure: Day Two

When I met Elena some 25+ years ago it was on the last day of one of the MV/Doulos' visits to Montevideo. And it was in answer to a prayer: to meet/impact ONE person in that port city that would follow the Way and that we could have a lasting relationship.

At the time she was a young mother of two and her husband was in prison. I corresponded with her for years and with Wilson, her husband--a gifted writer/poet. We sent help when possible.Years later he was released.

We lost touch for a period of 10 years or more. Over time I used different addresses and tried many means to reconnect. Once again prayer was more effective and an answer came in God's time.
One day, a couple years ago now, I received another letter. Family circumstances had changed and she had suffered considerably, but the most notable change was the spiritual.
The good news: involved in a church, in evangelism and ministry, she wrote very insightful words of encouragement.
The bad news: her husband had left her and was living with her sister and in the same house. She was banished to a one-room apartment on the rooftop!
For a long time she had held a job at a hospital. Since giving it up, however, she has been unable to find other employment.


She sang beautifully for us , a song of praise and victory that I have carried with me in my heart and on tape (see the little recorder on the table?).



Golpe de espada es la alabanza
Golpe de guerra que sale de Dios
Canto de gloria es la victoria
En la batalla del pueblo de Dios.

But we were so sad for the emotional turmoil she endures living there and really urged her to find a way out. Economic realities keep her trapped there. However, her spirit soars! She is still going out and ministering in hospitals to AIDS victims and the needy, faithful in church, sings, would love to study guitar and perfect her skills.

Truly the joy of the Lord is her strength and His Word sustains her.

This is the board full of promises and photos that keep her keeping on. (If you look closely you will notice some of our family photos which I had sent over the years.)
I will always look back on that one night we spent in her hospitality with awe because in the most unlikely of situations it was one of best nights of sleep. Elena gave up her bed and joined her daughter on the loft right below the roof apartment and they brought up an extra cot. It was so cold and we felt so snug.

Eunice was able to contact her nurse friend as well and we all met at a very nice restaurant in bus terminal. The food was amazing and the fellowship sweet.

Soon Eunice and I were off again by bus and catamaran reflecting on divine encounters.





Sunday, August 17, 2008

Weekend Getaway

Argentina Series: Day Five
Uruguay Adventure: Day One

Eunice and I had decided to cross the pond, rather the delta, and visit Montevideo.
Both of us had friends there we hadn't seen in a long time and Eunice had been hankering to try the river crossing via catamaran.
We met early, boarded the DeltaCat, and breakfasted on board, then thoroughly enjoyed the beautiful day, watching the scenery go by and above all our rich fellowship.

(You can enjoy the experience virtually http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eQ4tcB9SDE4, except for the conversation.)

The crossing took a little over two hours and the bus ride from the coast to the capital another couple hours. There we were welcomed by Elena and made our way through city streets and busses to her one room abode. (Tomorrow I will tell you all about her.)

Here are some of the sights and yet more Spanish to decipher.





How about this ad: "A decent house ought not to be unreachable/unattainable."

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Interrupting the year-ago-series to update you on the present:
Today, a great day re-connecting with dear friends from Argentina.

Eduardo C. comes every so often to the USA to visit his son and family in Indiana. The Hispanic congregation in Warsaw is blessed with his ministry every time. So, today I took off and went to hear him speak. A great message on "Spiritual Shortsightedness and Its Cure" II Peter 1:3-10 and wonderful fellowship afterwards. We filled a long table of FoAs (Fans of Argentina) at the restaurant. Two hours later (or was it three?) we had not yet exhausted the topics of conversation...but life must go on.

Which one is my brother?

Saturday, August 16, 2008

Saturday Spanish Lesson

Argentina Series--Day Four

Eunice came over to visit.

She's the dear friend I stayed with for a week once before. This time her niece and family were visiting from Ireland, filling up her small apartment.

Eunice is my childhood BFF's older sister. She should long be retired but still heads up UCEA (Unión Cristiana de Enfermeras Argentinas) and travels teaching for Seminario Bíblico de Fe.


We never did figure out how we could miss each other at the airport. Have we changed that much? I think she was hiding under a winter hat, out of habit, because the day was beautiful and spring-like. Next time a huge welcome sign is in order.

Can you find my two friends among the antiques? We went for a walk and enjoyed the picturesque streets of Tigre together.

And here is your photo Spanish lesson: How many of these signs can you read?















Friday, August 15, 2008

Wonderful Welcome





When I finally made it to the Jencquels, I joined them in a wonderful meal--abundant, delicious and healthy. From then on we spent every waking moment catching-up, sharing our lives, enjoying, singing and laughing together!


Dora Saldaño was only a name from my distant past, now a dear friend and soul sister. We discovered so many common themes in our life stories. She remembered far more about our childhood and youth acquaintance and regaled us with many stories.


We first met at church camp, Dora from the Río Cuarto congregation and I from Don Bosco, Buenos Aires. She studied in the Bible Institute in Almafuerte and later was a nursing student at the Brittish Hospital in Buenos Aires. She often spent her days off with our family.


Erni, her husband, is a retired sheep rancher of German heritage. I practiced my rusty German on him and wrote down many interesting sayings. (For readers who may enjoy them I will add a few below.)

He also loves Argentine folk music. They call him "el rubio que canta criollo" like a blond gaucho (Argentine cowboy).

Man wird alt wie eine Kuh
u. lernt immer noch was dazu.

("One ages like a cow, but one never stops learning.")

Das Geld stinkt
aber es beruhigt.

("Money stinks, but it sure puts your mind at ease.")

Mann kann nie wissen
wie die Fische pissen.

("It is impossible to know how members of the class teleostiae discharge their metabolic waste products." [as per German expert comment below. Thanks, I could never have come up with that!])

A language funny:

--How do you do? (sounds like a form of the German verb hauen)
--Hau du dich selbst! ("Clobber yourself!")

It is my prayer today that my brother Ivan and SIL Kim have a safe trip today and receive a wonderful welcome to their new home--Carlos Paz, Córdoba, Argentina!

Thursday, August 14, 2008

Arrival in Argentina

Be not dismayed whate’er betide,
God will take care of you;
Beneath His wings of love abide,
God will take care of you.

Refrain:
God will take care of you,
Through every day, o’er all the way;
He will take care of you,
God will take care of you.

All you may need He will provide,
God will take care of you;
Nothing you ask will be denied,
God will take care of you.

Civilla D. Martin, 1904


The refrain of this old hymn kept coming to mind and I hummed it softly as I walked the airport waiting hall time and time again. Somehow my friend Eunice and I never saw each other.

Alone, no phone, no Argentine currency or change to use the public phone, I waited and watched.

One taxi driver sensing my plight, loaned me his cell phone. I made a couple calls and learned that my friend had given up and was on her way home.

The kind man offered to take me to my destination--Tigre. Quite far really to pay for taxi fare, but what was I to do. Oops! Not expecting this to happen, I had not written down the street address from the e-mail. So, first of all the taxi man took me to a restaurant with internet access and finally to the tall apartment building where I shared the tiny fourth floor apartment with Dora and Erni Jencquel for the next couple of weeks.


That hour or so on the road was my first re acquaintance with the inmediatez that characterizes the Argentine people. It's like you immediately feel connected and can make conversation about anything and everything. He told me all about his family, their circumstances, his one grandchild.

I asked if I could take a picture of the 'angel God sent to rescue me.' He acquiesced and turning around, said: "And, you know, my name is Gabriel."