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An Assaulting Assumption

A fellow missionary and friend once gave me some valuable advice.  “Don’t think about how you’ll respond if you’re assaulted; plan for how you’ll respond when you’re assaulted.” Encouraging advice, huh?  But she’s right.  Here in Brazil, the chances are better than not that a person will be assaulted, and those chances only increase the longer one is in Brazil. While precautions can be taken to avoid risky situations, assaults can happen to anyone at any time of the day – and any number of times!  I know several people who have been assaulted more than once.  In fact, there are a few poor souls who seem to be target victims and have been assaulted several times.  Some assaults are brutal and dangerous with high stakes while others are small, quick and seemingly painless; however, regardless of how it takes place, all assaults leave an impression on their victim.

This weekend, two in my small circle were assaulted.  The first was Edissa (eh-gee-sa), Fortaleza Academy’s Portuguese teacher.  On Friday after school, Edissa went to the bank with her sister who withdrew a large sum of money.  As the two entered Edissa’s front gate, a man suddenly appeared with a gun, demanding the sister’s purse.  She refused and he shot the pistol into the floor, threatening that the next would be for her.  When the sister again refused, the man called for his partner who was waiting outside on a motorcycle.  The two men easily wrestled away from the older woman and escaped on their bike.  At this point, Edissa fainted.  She was taken to the hospital but returned home later that day.  Later, we deduced that the men must have been tipped off by someone at the bank because the men demanded only the sister’s purse, not Edissa’s.

The other assault hit a little closer to home.  There is a large praça kitty-corner to our church in Edson Queiroz that includes some park benches and a large cement quadra that is often used for soccer, volleyball and occasionally basketball games.  On Saturday afternoon, Lydia, the daughter of ABWE missionaries Jerry and Lynda Neuman, was lying on a bench when she was approached by two guys.  One flashed a revolver and asked for her purse.  Lydia asked if they were joking.  In response, he showed her the bullets in the gun.  She handed over the purse but, in shock, refused to let go it.  By this time, the guy with the gun had taken off, so the other literally ripped the bag out of her hand, the material tearing the handle.  The scuffle ended with Lydia chasing and yelling after them as the second robber made his escape.  The two boys ran down her boyfriend’s street (André actually locked the door as the two ran by, a clear indication of trouble) and so Lydia stopped when she reached his house.  The authorities were able to recover the purse (minus cell phone, I think), but there is now a lot of red tape necessary for Lydia identify and prosecute the thief.  In addition, the family of the thief threatened André and his family should Lydia do so.  Unfortunately, the boy with the weapon was not implicated and cannot be charged.

As I mentioned earlier, all assaults leave an impression on their victim.  Please pray for faith, peace and calmness in Edissa and Lydia’s life.  Edissa, especially, is struggling with fear as the threat occurred within the confines of her home. 

I confess I wrestled with some doubt, as well, after hearing Lyida’s tale, for while I have known since the beginning that Edson Queiroz is a dangerous neighborhood, and Fred and I are just weeks away from moving into our apartment there.  It would easy to allow this story (and that of Lilica, our pastor’s wife, who was very nearly assaulted by these same guys just two weeks ago!) to make me fearful; but “God gave [me] a spirit not of fear, but of power and love and self-control” (2Tim. 1:7).

So I ask that you pray.  Pray for our daily protection and that of our church family.  It is not something we take for granted, especially now with the threat made against André and his family.

Pray also that this incident, rather than incite me to fear, will heighten my awareness and burden of the need in Edson Queiroz.  There are so many lost, hurting souls crammed into this economically depraved neighborhood, and entrapped by their sinful nature, they have no choice but to sin; but praise God for the hope we have in Christ!  And God is at work.  Before this the assaults occurred, I had planned to blog about the testimonies of recent converts and the five women recently baptized at Saturday’s baptismal service; but that will have to wait for another day.  Até mais!

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The Married Month

I realize it has actually been longer than a month, but it sounds nicer that way.  Not only does it minimize my absence, but it also takes advantage of alliteration (yes, the English teacher is back in her element).

So, to put it mildly, I’ve been a little busy; and each week has brought it’s own adventure.

WEEK ONE was paper work for my marriage license.  That was an adventure.  Lots of bells and whistles to be blown or rung – and participation was not optional.

WEEK TWO was wedding plans.  (You can read all about it in my upcoming book How to Plan a Brazilian Wedding in One Week.)  We pulled it off - I’m indebted to those who worked to help make it happen! – but it’s not an experience I would recommend.  One should give herself at least two weeks.

WEEK THREE was the honeymoon.  Fred and I spent it at a small beach hotel in Iguape, a town about a ½ hr. away from Fortaleza.  Enough said.

WEEK FOUR was a return to reality.  Fred went back to work Monday morning, while I cleaned the apartment and unpacked boxes. Initially, when I left the U.S., I felt like I was leaving a lot behind, but I can see now that it was a good thing.  We have very little room in our tiny temporary apartment, and I ended up repacking several boxes.

Aside from the essentials, any extra room is filled with books. Both Fred and I love books, and we use them regularly in our work and ministry (teaching, counseling, pastoring, etc.), so we have LOTS of them!  It’s too bad I couldn’t bring my bookshelves with me – but then again, if I had, where would Mom store all the books that I left behind!

We’re currently staying at the FA Guest House while we wait for our apartment in Edson Queiroz to open up. Like most things in Brazil, the projected date keeps being extended.  “Two or three weeks” can mean “two or three weeks after next month.”

WEEK FIVE was English.  I took the plunge and took over the high school English classes.  A week or two later, I assumed the teaching responsibilities for U.S. History.  After that, the weeks begin to blur…

My “kids” are excited to have me back, but my name change has presented a challenge to them.  They don’t like “Mrs. R” (too many syllables or something) and complain that it doesn’t flow like “Miss L.”  Thus, without a designated name, they often default to “Miss L” in the middle of class.  Worse yet, I answer without noticing the wrong name!

Married life is wonderfully normal.  It’s also incredibly busy.  I have to be super-conscious of and disciplined with my time, especially since meals require such extended preparation here.  When I was single, I ate a lot of salads and veggies; and I had no qualms snacking my way through a meal  But now!  Rice, beans and meat are the basic make-up and seem simple enough, but the beans have to be soaked overnight and the meat has to be treated, and to have them all ready at the same time, along with the salad and/or veggie…ai, just typing it out makes me tired.  Oh, and fresh fruit juice is also a staple.  I tried cheating one day by making juice out of frozen pulp, but my Brazilian husband caught it right away.  Not that he complained; he just noticed.  Would you?

I also now make a regular trips to the paderia (bread store) whereas before, as an avoid-white-dedicated-wheat-bread girl, it was only once in a while.  I also make a lot more visits to the mercado (grocery store).  And then the wash has doubled as has my ironing.  Actually, the truth be told, I never ironed when I lived by myself because I specifically bought clothes that would not need ironing! I probably should have taken that into consideration before marrying a man who wears a dress shirt every day to work.

But even in the busyness, I enjoy Fred’s constant companionship.  He is a very attentive and carring husband; and we have fun doing stuff together.  I don’t think I had any expectations of married life, and I was probably a bit more prepared for what was to come due to my counseling experiences (vs. a starry-eyed-20-year-old); so all that has helped in the transition.

I read a quote the other day that summed married life up well.  Basically it said if you want TIME to serve Christ, don’t get married; however, if you want TO BE LIKE CHRIST, get married.  So true.  Of my single life, I miss my time the most; and never did I imagine how petty I could yet be at this point in my spiritual walk.  Who knew I could be so selfish?!  (That’s a rhetorical question.)

I had to laugh when I heard a friend of mine, who was also recently married, asked his mom, “Did I suddenly become less sanctified when I said, ‘I do’?”  It certainly feels like it some days!  Thankfully, God (and Fred!) are gracious and loving and kind.

So there it is; and speaking of time, mine’s up for today.

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