Seth and Rochelle Callahan

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Goooood Morning, PNG!

Posted by Seth and Rochelle Callahan in Uncategorized on Nov 17th, 2014 | Discuss This Post

I woke up at 3:30 AM this morning. I didn’t WANT to wake up at 3:30, I just did. I opened my eyes, laid staring at our ceiling for twenty minutes, willing myself to fall back asleep (to no avail), eventually gave up on nourishing my body with rest, and got up to start my day. This is becoming something of a regular occurrence of late, and it has me slightly concerned.

I know a few people back home, mostly farmers, who insist that a good day’s work should start somewhere between 4:30 – 5:30 AM, but I’ve always struggled to agree with this sentiment (mostly, I think, because it sounds like just the sort of delusional, crazy thing a person would say after being deprived of sleep for a significant length of time). After moving here to Papua New Guinea though, I seem to be getting pushed in that direction whether I like it or not.

Here are a few of the contributing factors that I’m blaming:

Wildlife: Back home, in the beautiful foothills of the Adirondacks, when nighttime came it was generally recognized by nature as a time for sleep. A gentle breeze would rustle the leaves, peeper toads and crickets would sing a quiet lullaby – it was peaceful.

Here in PNG though, we’ve replaced those little nighttime breezes with sporadic, unannounced, gale-force rainstorms that habitually blow our curtains off our windows and beat down on our tin roof in a deafening roar. And instead of a peeper toad serenade, we are regularly accosted by a slew of monster toads belching war cries comparable to what you might hear from a chain-smoking opera ensemble. (Tucker has woken up in the middle of the night on several occasions, crying, “Todes! Todes! Todes!”)

People: Again, back home, we lived amongst a pretty peaceful lot. Loud things happened during the day, and quiet things happened at night. Apparently, that isn’t a universal concept. I’ve lost track of the number of times we’ve been woken up by our neighbors carrying on with their raucous night-life activities, which consist mainly of singing, fighting, and beating their wives. (There is a local home brew that contributes to this quite a bit, especially on the weekend following payday.)

Stress: There is no shortage of thoughts to occupy this tribal missionary’s mind when he is supposed to be sleeping: “Where are we going to allocate when we finish learning Tok Pisin?” “How much will it cost to build a bush house in a helicopter-only location, and where are we going to get that kind of money?” “What in the WORLD is crawling up my back right now?!”

Or, there is always the old “really weird dream that puts you on edge and won’t let you fall back asleep” standby. That was my method of choice tonight. We are planning on meeting with some potential coworkers in a week or two. Apparently, this idea prompted my subconscious to propose that during this meeting it will come out that the wife of this other couple used to be involved in a gold mine operation here in PNG until the partnership went sour and she blew up the whole thing using dynamite and popcorn. Also, the soup I will make for supper will be too brothy, and I will forget to wear pants.

So, there you have it. One more little glimpse into our lives over here in PNG. But, hey, I can’t really complain too much. That picture up top is the view I had off of my back porch at 5:30 this morning!

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The Tropical Diet

Posted by Seth and Rochelle Callahan in Family on Oct 31st, 2014 | 1 Comment »


Since arriving here in Papua New Guinea 3 months ago, I’ve lost around 10-15 pounds. And, really, “lost” is the best way to describe the occurrence, since I haven’t taken any conscious, proactive steps towards skinniness. There I was, just going about my normal life, when one day, I looked in the mirror and noticed that, where there used to be a nondescript veneer of blubber, there was now a faint outline of an abdominal muscle. (I didn’t know I still had one of those!) I’ve even had to add another notch to my belt because I couldn’t cinch it tight anymore!

I’ve worked on losing weight in the past and it certainly never went like this before! In fact, I would usually experience the opposite results: intentional exercise and dietary adjustment with no real improvement. So, what magical thing had happened here? And how could I share this newfound weight-loss secret with others?

As I reflected on my situation, here’s what I came up with. I call it “The Tropical Diet.”

Contract diarrhea every couple of weeks. Around here there are several options for doing this. You can eat unwashed vegetables, drink unfiltered water, or just contract a virus/parasite from one of your neighbors in a nearby village. (I have several friends who have taken to embracing this one aspect of The Tropical Diet for months at a time!) The important thing is to choose an intestinal malady that’s right for you.

Banish all fast food chains (and restaurants in general) from the country. This one might seem a little tricky, but I’m sure it’s possible, because I’m living in a country that seems to have done it. If you’d like to strictly follow our specific model, then you would be allowed to keep one Chinese food place and a couple resorts with middle-of-the-road diner-esque menus. But you have to make sure that at least half of the normal ingredients of whatever you order have been altered in some way (sharp cheddar on your pizza, meatloaf in place of a burger…etc.). Oh, and you have to carpool every time you go.

Pay the cashier exorbitantly more than what you normally would for all of your favorite things. Sometimes it’s difficult to know just how much extra you should be paying for each item, so you might find it helpful to use this guide: Consider the joy you feel as you anticipate buying the specific food item. Now increase the cost exponentially based on the amount of happiness you presume it will give you. For example: all meat should cost 3x what you are paying now, sweetened breakfast cereal should average around 5x-6x the going rate, dairy products should cost enough to make you stop and reconsider the purchase every time, and chocolate… well, for chocolate, you just tell the clerk to charge your credit card until it won’t work anymore. (You’ll be amazed how quickly your diet changes!)

Live amongst brutally honest, physically fit, skinny people. Have you ever heard the saying, “If you want to feel skinny, hang around with people fatter than you?” Well, the converse of that statement is also true. Here in PNG, all the guys are more or less ripped. And they (and their wives) consider it nothing more than a basic observation to point out that you are not. In fact, one of the first words I learned after coming here was “traipela man,” which means, “huge guy.” You will find this to be a helpful motivator in sticking to the other points, since it’s hard to forget your diet when you’re regularly being reminded, “Yeah, you’re really fat.”

So, there you have it: The Tropical Diet – guaranteed to significantly lower your body mass index in a few short months. And, for those of you interested in faster results, there is “The Tropical Diet 2.0.” (It’s basically the same as The Tropical Diet, but you add a bought or two of malaria. I haven’t tried it yet, but I have a few friends who have, and they say it works wonders!)

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Wanna See a Magic Trick?

Posted by Seth and Rochelle Callahan in Uncategorized on Oct 21st, 2014 | Discuss This Post

One of my fellow missionaries here in the Madang region happens to be pretty good at a few slight-of-hand “parlor tricks.” You know, the kind where you make a coin disappear and then reappear out of thin air?

Well, I’ve always thought those types of things were pretty cool, so the other day while we were both out in a nearby village visiting with a small cluster of guys in the shade, I said, “Hey Noe (He’s Hispanic. You pronounce his name like “Joey,” but with an “N.”), why don’t you show these guys one of your tricks?” (He had just finished telling the guys a few moderately lame riddles, so I thought this might help liven things up a little.)

It took a little prodding from the rest of the group, but he finally agreed to do a couple. He took a coin out of his bag, showed it to the group, did a few stretches to limber up, and then showed everyone that the coin had vanished from his hands. He continued talking for a little bit, but was then overcome with a coughing fit, which culminated with him hacking out his 20 Toa coin (though his hands had never gone anywhere near his mouth).

I hadn’t seen him do this one before, so I was fairly impressed – especially because I had been trying to watch carefully. When the coin launched out into the dirt, I let out a laugh of surprise…and I was the only one who did. I looked around and saw that the other 8 guys were all sitting rigid and silent, looking back and forth between Noe and the coin.

Seeing that it was a tough crowd, Noe picked up the coin and tried again. This time, he vanished the coin and proceeded to pull it out of one of the guys’ ears. Now the group was shifting awkwardly.

“Want me to pull it out of your ear next?” he asked a guy sitting near the front of the group. The young man slowly reached over and grasped the handle of his machete. “No thanks.” He said.

“Hmm.” I thought. “This isn’t going quite like I thought it would…”

And then it occurred to me: Even though we had told them over and over that what Noe was doing was just playing around, they weren’t believing us. Their worldview was too strong in this area for them to think outside of their culture’s predetermined boundaries. Noe wasn’t an amateur illusionist, he was a kukarai.

From what I’ve been able to figure out, a kukarai is what we in the West would probably refer to as a “witch doctor.” They are kind of a big deal around here. A kukarai claims to have great power in the spiritual realm and makes his living performing rituals to heal sickness, curse enemies, and bless gardens. One of the more common manifestations of a kukarai’s power is his ability to “pull” disease or sorcery from another person’s body without breaking the skin (often the disease will have the form of a rusted nail or a piece of bone, or something).

As far as these guys were concerned, my friend had just proven that he had direct access to the underworld, and all powers therein. (And THAT’S the reputation that we’re over here trying to get, right?) Great.

So, it was a bit of a bust on the “positive testimony” front, but it was a good experience for us to get an idea of just how entrenched our friends are in their current thinking, and how what’s “no big deal” to us can, in fact, be a VERY big deal to them.

[Don’t worry though, in the end, Noe was able to diffuse the tension by assuring the group that he “wasn’t going to eat any of them.”]

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All Creatures Great and Small

Posted by Seth and Rochelle Callahan in Uncategorized on Oct 5th, 2014 | Discuss This Post

I have cool parents, so while we were growing up, my brothers and I were allowed to have, by most people’s standards, a fairly wide variety of pets. We always had the normal cat and dog combo going on like everyone else, but we were also able to play host to a partially domesticated chipmunk, rats, hamsters, fish, ferrets, and chickens (those last two didn’t always do so well together). All in all, I thought our collection was pretty cool. That is, until I moved to PNG and met the Lockwood boys!

Our neighbors here on the mission center have four boys, ranging from 3-11 years old. As a family, they have more or less opened their doors to the fauna of Papua New Guinea. In the short two months that we have lived next to them we have seen them acquire a kookaburra, a cuscus, a turtle, a rabbit, a fruit bat, and a baby salt water crocodile. And, just yesterday, I saw one of them walking around with some new, big baby bird that they had gotten from a neighbor (word has gotten out among the locals that there is a market for baby animals with this family)!

Given, the casualty rate is pretty high with most of the animals that they take in, so it’s not like their house is overflowing with animals all the time (though it often seems like it!). For example, the boys were telling me a few weeks ago about a pet cockatoo that they used to have that got eaten by one of their cats. Then they mentioned off-hand that this was the same cat that had jumped over the guard dog fence and gotten killed. Life just isn’t as cushy for pets over here as it is in America. (But the alternate fate of these animals is getting eaten by the people who bring them to the Lockwoods, so it’s still a better option for them.)

Andrew Lockwood, the nine year old, actually has a blog that he updates occasionally about his experiences with different animals here in PNG called How cool is that?!

Right now, we’re moving around too much to think about getting a pet, and the boys are still a bit young, but we’re sure looking forward to letting them experience nature at least a little bit like our neighbors’ kids are!

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Talking Tok Pisin

Posted by Seth and Rochelle Callahan in Uncategorized on Sep 21st, 2014 | Discuss This Post

There are several scary things that exist over here in PNG: death adders (aptly named), bird eating spiders (as big as dinner plates), cerebral malaria (malaria in your brain), sharks, crocodiles, fire ants…but none of those compare to what we just experienced.

That’s right. We just went through our first language evaluation.

We had steeled ourselves against the time that we would finally meet our language consultant, preparing ourselves mentally for our first encounter with this horrible creature, no doubt some inhuman mixture of Dracula, Frankenstein’s monster, and the Boogie Man. (Or, so we supposed, based on the level of dread we were feeling.) It turned out he was just a really nice NTM guy from the Island of New Ireland, so that was a pleasant surprise.

The test, as well, turned out not to be nearly as bad as we had thought it would be. Actually, I would go so far as to say that the whole thing was very encouraging! Before we started, our consultant explained that our evaluation was much more of a “course check” than a “test.”

We were asked to each say 10 sentences using nouns that we saw around us, translate into English stories that our language helpers told us in Tok Pisin, describe Fourth of July celebrations in the U.S. to our language helpers, and retell to our helpers a short drama that our consultant acted out (among a few other things). All in all, it was a mostly painless ordeal.

When all was said and done (well, I guess just said, really), he went over our strengths and weaknesses with us and gave some very helpful pointers on how we might improve our methods and grow our vocabulary.

He said that, discounting the time I told my helper that I ate my family’s stomach for lunch, we were both doing very well. I am now officially out of “Basic” level and have entered into the realm of “Progressing-low!” Rochelle, because she is a total brain, has been pegged at “Progressing-mid.” (And she got there with about 1/3 of the study time that I had!)

For those of you wondering what those rankings translate into: We both do well composing regular sentences, but we need to work on stringing those sentences together (and, obviously, on beefing up our vocabulary).

Thank you for your prayers and words of encouragement as we’ve been working at this language! Please keep them coming!

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Well, Well, Well

Posted by Seth and Rochelle Callahan in Uncategorized on Sep 18th, 2014 | Discuss This Post

So, we’re learning Tok Pisin right now, the trade language of Papua New Guinea. Here’s a little glimpse into what the process looks like:

Each week we try to take part in a few CEs (culture events), which can be anything from building a fire, working in a garden, visiting with a neighbor, or watching someone cook something. In this instance, Seth helped one of our friends dig out his well, since it had dried up. We try to chronicle each event with lots of pictures (like the one above).

After taking part in the CE, we try to get a recording of a national citizen describing the event. Then we transcribe the audio from that recording, using the PNG alphabet (English characters, but with phonetically based spelling and pronunciation). Here’s a sample from Seth’s well digging event:

“Namba wan taim ol wara bilong mipla long dring em bagarup. Nau miplela olgeta save go insait lo get lo Nu Traibs Mison lo banis. Nau mipela stap kisim wara lo dring. I go I kam I go I kam na em I no gutpela tumas lo mipela karim evipela samting I go I kam. Nau Mesan em tingting o Malai em alrait mi got sampela tim ol kam stap lo haus blo mi nau mipela amamas lo helpim yupela long clinim hol wara long yupela I dring. Alrait nau al yu kam sindaun painim toktok onetime mipela nau bungim tingting wantaim mi nau mi amamas nau mi makim wan glap go digim ol wara nau olrait mi na Jon, Tela mipela stat digim na Jeremi na BJ tu. Mipela digim digim na mipela bungim ol wara. Olraight nau Mesan em wantaim sampela man ol wokim haus bilong ol wara long karamapim ol wara. Mipela tok karamapim bilong ol wara. Haus bilong ol wara. Olrait nau mipela karim haus kam na lainim sampela brik lo arere nau wokim olsem baks na putim haus I go antap long brik. Olrait nau mipela karamapim ol wara. Nau yumi digim ken bilong em ol wara em drai taim san em kamap hat long tumas na em drai em. Olrait nau yumi digim ken nau yumi bungim ol wara nau yumi digim digim nau em naispela ol wara em bai kamap nau bihain em no ken pinis. Em bai stap oltaim oltaim. Em tasol.”

Then we sit with our headphones on and listen, listen, listen! (As we listen, we try to familiarize ourselves with the patterns of speech and intonation, as well as isolate the verbs, nouns, adjectives, time words, and whatever other “grammery” things we can find.)

And then we head out to find another CE to take part in! (Easy-peasy, eh?)

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The Food

Posted by Seth and Rochelle Callahan in Uncategorized on Aug 28th, 2014 | Discuss This Post

One of the questions that we kept hearing as we were raising our support was “What do they eat in Papua New Guinea?” Having never actually been to PNG before, we had to answer out of second-hand knowledge, and usually we would just say, “Sweet potatoes.”

Fresh from the local(-ish) market!

Well, now that we’ve been able to be here for a couple of weeks, we can give you a more in depth response: The people here in PNG eat…sweet potatoes.

OK, so they do eat more than that, but honestly, from what we’ve been able to see, the range of food that the locals are eating is quite a bit smaller than the normal American palette would be used to.

Most meals consist of a mixture of a few vegetables from their garden (EVERYONE has a garden.) and maybe some rice. If things are going really well, then they might have a can of tuna to toss into the mix. Spices are rarely used, except for the occasional bouillon cube (spices cost money, and money isn’t exactly plentiful), and if meat is a part of the meal, then it’s a pretty special thing.

Coconuts are also a fairly staple food item, and we’ve discovered that there are two main types: kulau and dry coconut. Kulau are young coconuts (pictured above) that haven’t really developed a lot of meat yet. They are used as a sort of Gatorade (lots of good electrolytes in one of those suckers!), and contain about a liter of water apiece. They are especially good when you’re feeling hot and dehydrated!

Dry coconuts are more what you might think of as a “typical” coconut. Again, they are actually pretty nutritious. We’ve eaten a few as more of a snack, but we’re looking forward to experimenting more with them to see how we can use them in meals!

My first local meal: rice, sweet potatoe, greens, Ramen noodles, and tuna

It has definitely been a bit of an adjustment trying to figure out our diet since we arrived. You can get most “American” foods over here, but you’ll often be paying through the nose, since they have all been imported mainly for the expatriate community. Tomato sauce, pasta, meat, dairy, eggs, and grains are all on the pricier side, so we’ve been trying to embrace a more simplistic menu. We’ve been having fun with it (and we’re certainly not starving!), but it has sometimes been tricky to come up with meals that fill the big 3 family qualifiers: incorporates local veggies, uses reasonably priced ingredients, and tastes good.

But, hey, they grow their coffee right here in country, and it’s awesome, so everything important has been taken care of, right?

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Leaving On a Jet Plane

Posted by Seth and Rochelle Callahan in Uncategorized on Aug 13th, 2014 | Discuss This Post

We waited and waited and waited, and finally, it came: Departure day! July 30th had us at Albany International Airport at 9:30 AM with both sets of our parents and all of our luggage. (Do you have any idea how quickly you can max-out an international baggage limit when you’re moving your family overseas?!) All told, we had 230 lbs between the four of us, including carry-ons.

To help put that number in perspective, you can run through this little exercise: Imagine what you would like to bring with you as you move to your new home in another country. But be really frugal: only bare bones necessities and favorite items allowed. Now cut that number down by half. Now divide what’s left by the number of people in your family. Now have each person get rid of ¼ of another family member’s cherished possessions. Now blindly reach into two pieces of luggage and get rid of one more item from each. There, now you have a pretty good idea of what we brought with us.

Anyway, after a prayer with the parents/grandparents, and hugs and kisses all around, we finally got on our plane and flew to…. Chicago. But then, after Chicago, we were finally on our way to… Los Angeles. But THEN, after Los Angeles, we were FINALLY going to… Sydney. And, thankfully, Sydney was the last stop before we actually made it to Port Moresby, PAPUA NEW GUINEA! (And then we had one more quick flight to the Madang region of PNG, where we’re living now.) We figure it totaled out to around 60 hours of traveling, with 27 hours actually spent in the air.

Previous to coming here, I’d had several people tell me that one of the first things I’d notice when we got off the plane in PNG was the smell. They said it would be “different” than what I was used to. Well, as soon as we landed, I was accosted by a HORRIBLE stench.

“Holy cow, they were right! This place smells like poop!” I thought.

It was a short-lived relief when I figured out that the smell wasn’t coming from my new home, but in fact from the infant on my lap. That’s right, Tucker had diarrhea. And, yes, there was leakage.

But, beyond all the good-byes, and the exhaustion and jet lag, and the in-flight defecation, we are SO EXCITED to finally be here! Thank you, God, for bringing us to PNG!

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New and Different

Posted by Seth and Rochelle Callahan in Uncategorized on Aug 12th, 2014 | Discuss This Post

OK, so, for the last two years I’ve often struggled to come up with viable content for this little blog. (You may have noticed. Thanks for not mentioning it.) Our lives were just too normal, you know? Most of what we did each day was the same stuff that everyone in our audience was doing as well, so it just sort of seemed bland and unoriginal to write about.

Well, that is SO no longer the case.

Now that we’re in Papua New Guinea (we moved to PNG last week, by the way), I’ve got a list of subjects that I’m just dying to tell everyone about! Everything is new and different and slightly weird (including me, apparently, since everyone keeps staring at me whenever we go out and mingle with the locals)!

Part of me just wants to babble uselessly about all the different things that we’ve experienced in our first few days here and mash everything into one super long, incoherent blog post right now. But then there’s another part of me (that part is named “Rochelle”) that says that, for the benefit of our readers, I should really try to organize my thoughts and spread things out over several posts. It was a toss-up between the two methods, but eventually I decided to go with the latter train of thought (mainly because my supper comes from the same source that the idea did).

With that in mind, I’ll try to play catch-up here with the next few posts and get us all on the same page by giving a more chronological exposition of our different experiences and observations over the last few days… (Starting with the next post)

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First Things First

Posted by Seth and Rochelle Callahan in Uncategorized on Jul 1st, 2014 | Discuss This Post

I just finished reading Acts 13 this morning (which I would highly recommend to anyone), and I came away with a few thoughts:

Mainly, I was struck anew with the beautiful simplicity of the Gospel. For as big a book as the Bible is, and for all its many subplots, when you boil it right down (as Paul does in Acts 13), there is a refreshingly easy-to-understand story: God reached into a world that had turned from Him and hated Him, raised up a nation to represent Himself among the other nations, promised to make a way for men to enjoy fellowship with Him once again, and sent Jesus to be the means through which that might be accomplished.

“We are here to proclaim that through this man Jesus there is forgiveness for your sins.  Everyone who believes in him is declared right with God” (Acts 13:38-39)

It’s not complicated. It’s not confusing. It’s just simple and beautiful. Ironically, it’s our desire to connect all the dots that often MAKES the message complicated and confusing, but the onus for that is on us, not God.

We’re the ones who muddy the waters by taking portions of the story out of context, cross-referencing them with other portions we’ve taken out of context, and then touting these beloved beliefs (or theologies) as being part-and-parcel with the main message.

[I should probably take a minute to clarify here that I’m not really talking about core, pillar-of-the-faith beliefs when I put the word “theologies” in italics. The world was created in six days. Jesus is the Son of God. He really did die, and He really did come back to life and ascend to heaven. Those are all pretty cut-and-dry issues. I was more of referencing things like the role of sign gifts, at what point in the timeline will the rapture happen, what is exactly meant by the term “God’s elect,” etc.]

I think we Christians have a tendency to put so much emphasis on secondary truths and speculations that we often obscure the main message, and the story of a sinful race being reconciled to a loving God ends up getting lost in the chatter. The MAIN event becomes AN event. And that’s not cool.

What I loved in Acts 13 was that Paul stayed on target. When they asked him to share in the synagogue, he laid it out perfectly: “Our nation being created? That was preparation. Our prophets speaking out? Yeah, that was preparation too. What was all that preparation for? Jesus, baby! It’s all about Jesus!

Trying to figure out how the impeccability of Christ still allowed for legitimate temptation in the wilderness? Or trying to put together the nitty-gritty details of how the hypostatic union was even possible in Christ’s incarnation? Or trying to draw up that oh-so-perfect Revelation timeline? Those issues are well worth your time and study. But don’t put the cart before the horse.

Read Acts 13. Remember what it’s all about. And be encouraged!

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