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Nahuatl Fashion

Posted by Katie Moore on Wednesday, February 20th, 2013

I bought my first nawas, the traditional skirt and apron that the ladies of Las Moras wear.

Wearing my new skirt and apron

The skirts are full and made from a satiny material that comes in a variety of solid colors.  On the bottom of the skirts the women attach the lista, a beautiful collection of appliqued flowers and leaves.  The lista is sewn on with rows and rows of red and black threads.  Over the top of this goes a mandil, an apron made in a similar way.

Beautiful colors and patterns

When the women walk, the colors can be seen far across the drab landscape.  The skirt wooshes out with each step and the apron is usually whipped around by the breeze.  At community gatherings pinks, flourescent yellow, oranges, and teals are mixed together into a variety of unique outfits.  Since I normally stand out in my boring jeans and blah grey or blue T-shirts, I am happy to be able to contribute a little bit to the color of the area.

I loved this woman's blue shawl for keeping the sun off

The ladies’ reactions to my skirt was entertaining, to say the least.  They pulled at the skirt, turned the hems over for examination, and carefully critiqued the work.  The general consensus was that it looked good on me, probably because I’m very white…and very fat.  I took all their compliments in stride, and answered as any good Nahuatl lady would: “Yes, I do look pretty.”

Orange and yellow are favorites here, along with lots of necklaces and big earrings

What’s the Right Answer?

Posted by Katie Moore on Friday, February 8th, 2013

When you live in another culture, it’s important to learn not only the right words, but the appropriate responses for different situations. For example, when someone in the US tells us they like our sweater we say, “Thanks.” Not so for the Nahuatl. Take a quick look at the comments below and see if you could have guessed the proper response.

Would you like some coffee?

Who knows…

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Those are beautiful earrings you have.

Yes, they are beautiful.

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Where are you going?

Over there.

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What are you going to be doing?

Who knows…

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Are you going to have a baby?

Probably.

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I’m going to go home now.

Go, then.

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I’m getting use to it, too.  I can just picture my next trip to the US.  Someone will say, “Good job on your presentation” and I’ll respond, “Yes.  It was good, wasn’t it?”  A new acquiantance will ask me if I’m married and I’ll shrug and say, “Who knows…”  Some sweet church lady will say, “Well, we really need to be going,” and I’ll follow up with, “Fine; go ahead and leave.”

Just another day

Posted by Rachel Chapman on Sunday, February 3rd, 2013

7:00 am – I woke up, got out of bed & got myself ready for the day.  I slept in this morning.  It was so nice to have the extra hour of sleep.  I feel refreshed and ready for the day.

7:15 – As I was putting in my contacts at the bathroom sink, I remember a plumbing problem we’ve been having with the bathroom drains.  So, I grab some tools and fix it.

7:40 – I had dishes from the night before.  So, while I washed dishes, Katie made breakfast.  We decide to head out the door to visit some Nahuatl friends about 9am.

8:00 – We sit down for breakfast – an egg, toast with sugar-free guava jam that Katie made, and chai tea.  Yum!

8:15 – Jasmine arrives and asks for diapers for her neighbor’s newborn.  We are surprised at the birth of the new baby.  We knew the mother was pregnant, but suspected her due date around April because of her size.  We sell our visitor a few cloth diapers for her neighbor and offer her coffee because it’s cold.

9:15 – Francine arrives, a 13 year old who has a few days off school because the teacher is at a teachers’ workshop.  She’s bored and wants me to make bread for her.  I tell her I really don’t have time to make bread.

9:23 – Jasmine leaves.  The solar panels have charged the batteries enough for us to turn on the inverter to use the internet.  Katie checks her email.

9:40 – Katie comes outside to visit with Francine so I can check email quick and get ready to go visiting. Francine wants to buy clothes, but she doesn’t have any money on her.  But, she wants to see all that we have to sell so if she wants anything she can come back with the money later and buy it.  We have some second-hand clothing and blankets that we make available to the people for very cheap.

Heading out to visit the family in these houses and their neighbors

9:58 – We’re finally on our way out the door to visit.  We stop off at Katie’s language helpers’ house on an errand.  Then, we head next door to see the mom with the new baby, taking a present of crunchy tostada shells for the mother and a baby bundle, a gift we give to all newborn babies. (a fleece blanket, cloth diapers, a change of clothes, socks and a hat)  Many times, women have NOTHING for the baby when it is born.

A mom and her 2 day old baby

11:30 – We finish visiting and start to head home, stopping by the store to buy a few things we need – powder milk for coffee and some ramen noodles.

Our town store - if you want a Coke or chips, they always have it. If you want tortilla flour, wheat flour, or beans, you might be out of luck.

11:35 – The store is closed.  Owners aren’t home.  They’re probably working in their fields as it’s nearing harvest time. I’ll have to go back later in the afternoon.

11:45 – We get home.  I check email again and load new recordings on my MP3 player to listen to while I make lunch.

12:00 – I start getting lunch ready, listening to Nahuatl recordings at the same time to continue studying language while I work in the kitchen.  Sweet Potato & Carrot Curry with Canned Chicken!

12:35 – My Tuesday afternoon language helper arrives early.  Lunch is not ready.  I ask Katie if she’s okay eating whatever she can find.  I’ll finish the lunch later for supper.

12:40-1:30 – Leyo helps me with language questions that I’ve accumulated in the last few days, and we talk about culture – personal property and community property

1:30-2:00 – Leyo hangs around for some visiting.  We talk about what’s happening in the village and when I’m traveling to town next….

Leyo and her youngest sons and her granddaughter. The boys can be super goofy when they're all together!

2:00 – Leyo leaves, so I finish making lunch which will be supper.  I made extra so we can eat it several times this week, storing it in our solar powered refrigerator.  I cleaned up the kitchen, washed dishes & listened to some praise music instead of Nahuatl recordings because I was TIRED.

3:30 – I’m re-energized and ready to study.  I sit at my desk and transcribe two texts that I recorded a little bit ago about what is a good person and what is a bad person in the Nahuatl’s perspective.

4:15 – I finished transcribing, so I check my time sheet that I fill out every day.  What do I need to focus on with my time that’s left for today?  I have 6 hours on my time sheet already with 2 hours left to my goal.  I need to work on analyzing grammar and writing up what we’ve found in grammar.  And, I need to process more recordings so that I can listen to the speech patterns & write down the cultural information to pass to my teammates.  I’ll see what I can get done yet…

4:17 – I went to Katie’s office to ask her a question and ended up listening to the Nahuatl story she’s working on…. A bear grabs a girl while she’s out pasturing the cows and drags her to the edge of the cliff.  But, then he grabs her little pocket mirror to admire himself.  As he’s looking at himself, she kicks him in the back and he rolls over the cliff.  Nice story!  We end up exchanging language info, talking about new words we’re learning.

4:40 – I grab a blanket to wrap up with on the couch as it’s getting chilly now.  I’ll work on grammar for a little bit.

Trying to figure out the complexities of the Nahuatl grammar

5:00 – Katie´s laundry lady returns from washing her clothes.  Katie invites her in to warm up with a coffee.  I greet her and add to the conversation here and there in Nahuatl as I type out Nahuatl grammar rules in English on my computer.

5:15 – Other visitors arrive; I quickly save my work and put away my computer so I can help Katie host people in our house.  Since it is chilly, I offer the new arrivals coffee.  I heat water for them, make coffee, and visit with them until the coffee is drunk.

5:50 – All the visitors leave.  I sit down again to get a little more grammar work done.

6:30 – Our co-workers, Pete & Liesl, arrive for some prayer time together.  I heat up supper for Katie and I and we eat while we catch up.  How is Milo understanding the Bible teaching?   Have you heard anything new about when the well drillers are coming?  Did you know there’s a new baby in town?  Then, we pray.

8:00 – Prayer time over; Pete & Liesl head back to their house.

8:15 – Katie and I watch a show on our little 9in portable DVD player.

9:00 – I’m reading through the Bible, and right now I’m in Jeremiah, reading his prophecies to Judah after the first Babylonian invasion.

Blessed are those who trust in the Lord, and have made the their hope and confidence.
They are like trees planted along a riverbank, with roots that reach deep into the water.
Such trees are not bothered by the heat or worried by long months of drought.
Their leaves stay green, and they never stop producing fruit. Jeremiah 17.7-8

9:40 I turn the lights out and hope to sleep soundly, because there’s no sleeping in tomorrow!  I’ll be up before 6 to go running with Liesl.  And, I’ll do a day like this all over again!

Guavas from Eggplant

Posted by Katie Moore on Monday, January 28th, 2013

It was last September that I got to visit the town of Eggplant-ville.  The guavas weren’t ripe yet, but that didn’t stop the kids from picking and eating them.  They offered me some and laughed at the expression on my scrunched-up face.

I couldn't quite enjoy the very green guavas like the kids did.

Yesterday a young woman from Eggplant-ville stopped by our house with a huge bag of guavas.  When I offered to pay her for them, she said, “I didn’t come to sell.”  The heavy bag had been carried for over an hour, uphill, on a donkey and then the last half mile tied to the girl’s back in her shawl.

This pile of guavas is only part of the gift we received.

“These are the last guavas for now,” she said.  “You won’t taste any more this year.”  We sent her home with some flour and beans in exchange for her generosity and praising God for friendships in the surrounding towns.

The young woman who brought us guavas.

Hairy Pork and Friendship

Posted by Katie Moore on Friday, January 18th, 2013

On my way home the other day, some neighbor girls called me to the fence.  They wanted me to stop for a while and eat homemade pork rinds, or as I like to call them, deep fried trichinosis.  The head of the pig was sitting on a board, blood soaking into the dirt and flies having their own party on its skin.  Four hooves were cut off and sticking up out of an old yogurt container.  In the middle of a circle of chairs was a huge wash basin filled with pieces of fried pig skin, some still with a healthy amount of hair.

Removing the skin of a pig for frying

I’ll be honest.  Eating what the people of the village offer me is difficult for several reasons.  The first reason is that I know they have very little and that I have a lot.  It’s hard to accept food from people who only get to eat two meals a day or sometimes go hungry.  Another reason is that I’m not a big fan of the dishes that are special treats to them.  I feel bad that I’m choking down some greasy beef stew while they wait all year for a chance to enjoy that meal.  And lastly, I worry about getting sick.  I see the flies and the unwashed hands that prepared the food.  I know that there is no refrigeration and that the pigs run wild eating…well, gross stuff.

The family that invited me to eat pork rinds

So, why don’t I just say no?  Make up some excuse, say I’m full, or even admit I don’t like it?  I eat because the people are not just offering me food.  They are offering me friendship, a chance to be part of the community…the very best they have to give.

Removing the pig's skin and fat for frying

We know that Jesus is a spirit, but also that he walked this earth as a man.  He may not have enjoyed pork rinds any more than I do, especially with the hair still on.  I don’t know what all he ate or didn’t eat.  I do know that he flawlessly made himself part of the community he lived in, even though it wasn’t what he was accustomed to.  And I know he trusted that His Father would care for him, even if he ended up with amoebic dysentery.

One day I hope to break bread together with the Nahuatl as a symbol of our shared hope.  Until then I will gladly eat grease stew, lumpy oatmeal drink, and hairy pork rinds in order to become Nahuatl for the sake of the gospel.

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Eggplant-ville

Posted by Katie Moore on Thursday, September 20th, 2012

Last week I got a chance to visit a nearby town called Egglplant in Spanish. I didn’t see any purple vegetables, but there were tons and tons of trees with a tropical fruit called guayabas. I grew up eating those (and enjoy them) but this version was a little tarter than I’m used to.

My reaction to a very green, very sour guayaba.

I took a few hours to explore the town and was followed by almost every child in the village.  (Probably had something to do with the Jolly Ranchers I had in my bag.)  They were quick to point out interesting things, quick to laugh when my feet got covered in mud, and quick to help me with my language learning.

The troop that followed me around as I checked out the town

The scenery was beautiful and the people were very friendly (and very surprised to hear a white girl speaking their language).  As opposed to the people of our village, they aren’t used to beginningers, and figured if I understood one thing, I could track with any topic at any speed.  If only…

Some of my new teachers

It was a great way to spend a Sunday morning and reminded me that Las Moras is not the only village around here where the gospel has never been heard.  We pray that as men and women from this village come to know the Lord they will be motivated to be missionaries themselves, spreading the Word that changes lives and gives hope.  Just think…if Paul had been working in this area, there might be a book in the New Testemant called Eggplant.  Pray with us that there will be believers there.

The tiny town of Eggplant as we head home

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Look, Ma, I’m Floating!

Posted by Katie Moore on Friday, August 31st, 2012

After a somewhat warm and sweaty language session at Andrea’s house, I asked her daughter Natalie if she wanted to go to the creek. There were only a few days left before school started again, and she had been begging me to go. Andrea surprised me by saying she would come, too. She said, “I want to see how they swim in your land.” The creek is only slightly over my head in one spot, but most of the kids are too afraid to venture into the “deep” waters. Having grown up near a huge river, it seems like an overgrown mud puddle to me, but I promised to swim the whole way across.

Since I was showing off, I stood on my hands, did flips underwater, held my breath for a long time and floated on my back. This really got their attention! “Kochih pin ati,” said one Andrea’s boys—she’s sleeping on the water. “Come here,” I told Natalie, “and I’ll teach you.” With a series of giggles and shrieks she lay back with me holding her up. “Don’t keep yourself like a piece of wood,” I said haltingly, trying to think in Nahuatl. “Rest yourself. Relax. I won’t drop you.” Slowly, Natalie began to float.

I’m sure there are kids all over the world learning to float every day, but God really encouraged my heart with this seemingly carefree moment. “Natalia trusts me,” I thought. Her mom didn’t seem alarmed at what was happening either, but was calmly washing some clothes, occasionally glancing up at the universally common cries of, “Mom, look! Mom, look at me!” I am positive that this wouldn’t have happened last year. I’m not sure it would have happened a few months ago. Our continued presence and efforts to learn are paying off.

The people no longer ask us when we’re going to go back to our land. We live here now. They are no longer surprised that we want to learn their language, but patiently try to help us. They share personal stories and insights into their culture, and ask about ours. They ask for favors and do favors for us in return. Their children come over to our houses simply to play, to color, or to look at pictures. God is building in our hearts a love for his people here and trust is one of the responses to that love. We know GOD is doing this. It’s not common or normal—most tribal groups in Mexico are suspicious and mistrustful of outsiders. We know the Holy Spirit is at work. By simply being here, being a part, and being students, we are preparing for the day when we say, “We care deeply for you and so we have something important to tell you.” Please pray with us that the Nahuatl will be ready to hear and believe.

Investment Return Nahuatl Style

Posted by Rachel Chapman on Sunday, August 26th, 2012

Agustina's pig had babies a few days ago. After a week, there is only one piglet still alive. One mysteriously died and two others were eaten by coyotes at night. Such is life in Las Moras.

Simple Science

Posted by Rachel Chapman on Saturday, August 4th, 2012

I didn’t realize being a missionary would require so much knowledge of science.  Since we’ve come to the mountains, we’ve found ourselves many times trying to explain complex concepts of Biology, Anatomy & Physiology, Botany, Astronomy, and Physical Science in simple words.

As we broaden people’s worldviews and teach them about the world around them, we’re beginning to introduce the Creator through His creation.  The beauty, order, and majesty of the Creation show the goodness, faithfulness, sovereignty and awesomeness of our God.

Over the past year, we’ve struggled through explanations of these topics:

  • Solar energy with solar panels and batteries
  • Shooting Stars
  • Tsunami
  • Atmospheric pressure change when a storm is coming
  • Pollination, crosspollination
  • Lightning
  • How menstrual cycles are related to babies
  • Function of an umbilical cord
  • How pupils dilate to let light into the eye so you can see

I’m sure we haven’t always communicated very clearly.  I think sometimes the people think we are CRAZY for our weird ideas!

Lately we’ve been explaining a lot of Biology – Chicken Biology.

Katie and I bought 2 chickens a few weeks ago.  We bought females because we only wanted eggs, and we bought 2 because we figured if they both lay frequently, that would give us a decent amount of eggs for cooking and baking.

Scout (Katie's) and Chicken (mine). I bought my chicken sight-unseen and of course, got a "naked" chicken as they call them here! She has no feathers on her neck. But, supposedly "naked" chicken lay more eggs than others.

When we first bought the chickens, the ladies we bought the chickens from told us we needed a rooster or we wouldn’t get eggs.  We explained that chickens will lay eggs whether there is a rooster or not, but there will only be chicks, however, if there is a rooster involved.

When we got the chickens home, our neighbors’ kids came over to see the commotion of the “gringos” getting chickens.  They kindly informed us that we wouldn’t get eggs unless there was a rooster to sit on the chickens.  So, we explained to them that you only need a rooster if you want chicks, but that the chickens would lay eggs nevertheless.

After a few days, we had collected a few eggs.  Everyone that came over wanted to see our chickens and their fancy chicken coop.  When they found out that the chickens were laying without a rooster, they said, “Oh, well, they came with eggs in them still from when they were with the rooster.  You better get a rooster if you want to keep getting eggs.”  Again, we explained how it works with chickens and eggs and roosters and chicks.

Now, after a few weeks of having chickens without any roosters, we are still getting eggs, 1 or 2 a day.  When our friends find out that our chickens are still laying eggs even without a rooster, they raise their eyebrows and nod as if saying, “Hmmm…. Well, what do you know?  Maybe those crazy white Americans really do know something!”

Chicken & Scout are still going strong! We get about 12 eggs a week and that pretty much supplies all our egg needs!

Rainy Season

Posted by Katie Moore on Tuesday, July 24th, 2012

It’s Raining, It’s Pouring…
Rainy season has arrived, bringing with it green fields, full creeks, and a landscape filled with flowers.  We are getting to experience some of the season’s fun, like hiking to look for mushrooms, milking the cows for cheese-making, and learning the names of plants that appear once a year.  Because the children are out of school and the rain keeps people cooped up sometimes, we are also enjoying the more relaxed feel of summer.  We have invited some of our neighbors over to watch movies and even introduced them to pizza.  We continue to study daily, even when we cannot see progress.  Sometimes it’s simply the attempt that amazes our friends in the village.  After a few sentences riddled with confusion and mistakes yesterday, a lady told us, “You really are going to talk like us, huh?”

Trying out our new boots at the creek

Looking for mushrooms on an early morning hike

Once You’re Dead, You’re Dead…
My coworker Rachel was working hard with her language helper, Agustina, a few days ago.  When checking the word “uyulí” Agustina gave the definition as “it re-lived.”  “Like what, for example?” queried Rachel.  “Oh, you know,” answered Agustina, “like if a plant is getting all dry and brown and you think it’s dead, but then it starts to turn green again and live.”  Rachel asked Agustina if you could use that phrase to describe people.  “No,” said Agustina, “How could you?  Once you’re dead, you’re dead.”  Just like Nicodemus, Agustina couldn’t imagine a way that a person could be born again.  Please pray that the Holy Spirit would be moving in the hearts of the Nahuatl to prepare them to hear the message of new life.

Things seem to "re-live" in the mountains when the rains come

A Rib from Two Stories…
I asked my friend Andrea if she would tell me the story of the first man and the first woman.  To read the whole story, click here.  The tale involves a man who had a dog that could shape-shift into a woman.  The man stayed with the woman-version of the dog, and from the two of them came all.

We are not the first to expose the Nahuatl to ideas from the Bible.  They throw around words like “baptism” and “blessings” in the people of the world.  In summing up the story, Andrea said, “And that’s why women aren’t as clean as men.  Because we have one rib from a man, and one rib from a dog.”  The women here don’t think much of themselves, mainly due to messages such as this one that have been drilled into their heads.  They don’t believe that they are good enough to talk to God; only the men (or maybe a really, really wise woman) would attempt that.  Bottom line, they are no better than a doga story of the devil eating a young girl on her way to a party.  They have mixed in the beautiful image of God forming Eve with one of Adam’s ribs into a story that makes women universally unclean.  They know about the man in a big boat after the world was covered in water, and yet they fear rainbows.  They know Jesus as one of the saints you can manipulate with gifts of corn and peaches.  The Spaniards began “converting” the Nahuatl as long ago as the 1500s.  A priest still comes and blesses the surrounding mountains and valleys so that the devil will “pull back a bit.”  The Nahuatl do not lack exposure to ideas from the Bible.  What they lack is understanding of message of the Bible. 

These women see themselves as the daughters of a dog

Every comment I have ever made to Andrea about truth from the Word has been met by the affirmative.  She nods her head and says, “Yes, that’s true.”  She asks if I’m afraid of the dark and I say that God will never leave those who know him and so even when I feel alone I know He’s with me.  “Yes, yes,” she says.  “That’s so true.”  I know that if I told her tomorrow that Jesus was the only way to have right relationships with God she would agree with me.  If I said, “Andrea, Jesus died for your sins and if you believe in him you will be TRULY clean,” she would say I was right.  Does that mean we’re on the same page?  Of course not.  She would still feel alone—still be scared of the dark—still consider herself unclean.

We want the people here to know the truth.  We want their understanding to be apart from, not mixed in with their current worldview.  And because we feel that the burden of being clear is on the teacher, our team has resolved to learn to speak the language fluently, while we build relationships that give us the chance to be heard.  We know that the job before us will take time and we thank you for your faithfulness to those on our team and to the Nahuatl as we labor.

Andrea's daughter laughing as she plays in our yard