JCF Winter Retreat 2011 – Laura J. Popp

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(For more, here’s Laura’s Blog!) This may be a little late, but I just wanted to talk about what an amazing experience I had at the JCF retreat at Megumi Chalet (Grace House) in Kurizawa, Nagano! First, we played games to get to know each other. It was a good-sized group, about thirty, and it was great to be with people, both Japanese and non-Japanese, passionate about missions in Japan, not to mention worship in English for a change. We sang some modern classics like “You Are My All in All” as well as some not so familiar but equally beautiful pieces, such as “Grace Like Rain.”

Here`s a picture of the worship team, Adrianna Avery’s, not mine. I lost my camera skiing so all these pictures are from my iphone or someone else’s camera:

Our guest speaker, Jon Junker, was raised as a missionary kid in Japan and had been serving as a missionary himself for at least twenty years. His theme was “What’s in your hand?” – taking the story of Moses and using it as an illustration of how God can use the most unlikely people and things to make miracles. When God called Moses, he asked him, “What’s in your hand?” All Moses had was a shepherd’s staff. But God used that staff to perform amazing miracles that showed God’s power to the Egyptians and freed the Jewish people from slavery. Wow. So we should never underestimate what’s in our hand or the small, seemingly insignificant resources available to us. We also talked about the importance of preaching the whole Gospel. Too often missionaries just tell people about Jesus, but the Japanese have to know WHY we need a Savior. We should start in the beginning, with Genesis, the Fall, and Sin, our need to be put right with God. Otherwise Jesus’ death and resurrection doesn’t make sense, and people are likely to write it off as impossible, let alone necessary. I never thought about it that way before, but he’s absolutely right. Then we had small group. There were only three in ours – me (the supposed leader), Lana (the REAL leader, a missionary who came to Japan at twenty-four, married a Japanese man, and spent the last forty years of her life serving here), and Junko (a Japanese seeker). We basically ditched the discussion questions and focused on giving Junko a rundown of the gospel and answering her questions. Or rather, Lana did that and I listened and learned, throwing in my two cents every now and then. Lana was such a great role model. She knows the Bible backwards and forewords, can quote dozens of scripture verses right out of her head and knows exactly where they are. She’s so patient, yet very persistent. She’s gentle but bold. She started from the very beginning of the Bible and explained everything so clearly and so well, in both Japanese and English. Junko was so blown away by the Gospel message that she wanted to go on learning. We must have talked an hour after small group was supposed to be done. She never put up a wall like I’ve seen so many others do. She was very engaged, asking all kinds of questions, and she didn’t get frustrated when she realized how much there was to learn. That evening after dinner, I saw her pouring over Matthew 13 that Lana had asked her to read, the parable about the seeds and which ones grew and which ones didn’t. The next day when Lana asked her about it, what soil Junko thought she was, Junko responded with something totally unexpected. She pointed to the end of the chapter. “Let him who has ears listen, and he who has eyes see.” “I think God is trying to tell me something,” she said. “And I must pay attention.” Wow! I’ve never heard a Japanese person say that before. I was really impressed by how open she was. The next morning we woke up early for prayer, and after breakfast, I took a long walk around the retreat site. There’s a reason Nagano is called the “Japanese alps.”

That last picture is Michael Eastwood’s. Thanks, Michael! We had worship again, and this time Jon talked about one of the things “in our hand” that God can use but we rarely think about. Our testimony. He talked about good and bad testimonies, how to make it short but specific, not use churchy language, how to put the focus on God, etc. I’ve written extensively about this subject myself and have given my own on several occasions, so instead of spending time writing during small group, Lana and I talked to Junko again. We told her our stories, and she told us hers, how she came to be interested in God in the first place. Turns out, she studied/worked abroad in Australia and really liked it. But ever since coming back to Japan, she’s been in reverse culture shock. She’s disillusioned with Japanese society, finding it somewhat cold and impersonal. (When I go back to the States, I sometimes have the opposite feeling. I find people too open, too frank, and sometimes I just want to be left alone. I don’t want every stranger I meet acting friendly to me. I want to say, “I don’t know you, why are you talking to me?”. It’s interesting how different cultures experience different aspects of culture shock.) Most Japanese seekers turn out to be people who traveled extensively or lived abroad. I’ve met very few Japanese Christians who have never left Japan. And in most of those cases, their initial interest was in foreign culture, such as Gospel music. Jon talked a lot about that too in a later session. Christianity in Japan is still largely seen as “foreign.” Most Japanese categorize it under “possibly interesting foreign thing I might want to learn about later, but for now it does not concern me and I don`t have time for it.” What many don’t realize is that it’s not about “religion,” a purely cultural thing. It’s about having a relationship with God, loving other people, and having hope for the future. That’s not something that can be put off until we’re retired. It’s what we were made for. After Saturday morning worship, small group, lunch, and group pictures, we had free time to explore the surrounding area. Abidemi Bankhole (the group`s National Coordinator from Nigeria/Canada), Kristen Hanoka (the Japanese American prayer and encouragement coordinator), Rebecca Barns (from England), a Japanese English teacher, and myself decided to go skiing. It’s funny how I thought it would be easy. We rode the chair lift to the top of the slope and I announced, “By the way, this is my first time. Is that a problem?” They all gave me horrified stares. “Oh, um, I’m sure it will be fine,” Abidemi assured me. “We’ll go slow, and we’ll help you.” “Who knows?” Rebecca asked. “Maybe you’ll discover you have a natural talent and were born for skiing.” I sometimes pride myself with the idea that God in His infinite mercy gifted me with a few rather nice talents. I like to think I’m a pretty good writer, a decent musician, and fairly intelligent. Apparently none of these make a lick of difference when balancing on two narrow slats of wood while speeding down a thirty degree incline at forty miles per hour. I couldn’t go more than ten feet (3 meters) without falling, lost my camera, ended up sliding down half the mountain on my backside, and got snow all up my pants. I also didn’t realize how hard it is to get up after falling. Imagine your feet are no wider, but five times as long as they currently are. And why did I think this would be easy? I think my reasoning went something like, “Oh, church youth groups go on week-long ski trips all the time. No sweat!” I think I forgot that it’s also an Olympic sport. I might as well say, “Oh, the shot put, that’s easy! You just throw a giant disk through the air that weighs as much as you do and try not to break anything. A simple cake walk!” About 3/4ths of the way down, they told me that if I bent my knees together, it would be a lot easier. Wow! That was a light bulb moment. I could use me knees to speed up, slow down, and steer! “It’s like riding a horse!” I cried, and promptly flew down the mountain and fell kurplop in a pile of snow. After that I was able to go down a fifteen degree incline without falling at all. Wahoo, accomplishment! The weather was absolutely gorgeous too. It snowed the whole four hours, crystalline, white fluffy stuff like falling glitter against pure blue skies. Here’s three pictures that Rebecca took. Three of our group skiing:

Abidemi with a view from the top of the slope: And the gorgeous sunset:

All in all I’d label it like my mother labeled most of her time in Japan: “an experience.” One of those things that are not necessarily enjoyable, but not terrible either. A fundamental error has been corrected and I now share something with millions of other people across the world. When church youth groups return from their ski trips, I can understand their exhilaration, exhaustion, and bruises. I can add it to an ever growing pallet of experiences that can be drawn upon for personal growth and artistic expression. I’ve been skiing. Yea. We got back to the retreat center around 6:00pm. I jumped in the giant hot bath, then ran to worship. We talked about some specific issues facing Japan, including suicide and hikikomori, or social withdrawal. For those who don’t know, 1-2% of the Japanese population “doesn’t exist.” They are locked inside their rooms and never come out. Their parents or other family members feed them, but they are dead to the world. Physically, they are healthy individuals. Another huge percentage are called “covert” hikikomori, meaning that they go to school or work, but they just sit behind their desk, do their job, go home, lock the door, and never speak to anyone. After hearing about it, I thought of some of my students who are like that. They seem to be able to write sometimes, but if I ask them a question, even in Japanese, they freeze up. They won’t even look at me. They are always staring at their desks, and when they’re supposed to be doing pair work, they continue to just sit there, hands in their lap, totally impassive. It makes classroom management difficult, because if there are three of those students in a class, that makes six students who don’t want to do anything. Nothing I, the Japanese teacher, or any student can do or say will make hikikomori people snap out of their silence. On the contrary, it usually just pushes them deeper into their shells. They do nothing, and nothing is expected of them. At least ten of my three hundred students are like that. According to the Japanese Ministry of Education’s mandates, no student is ever held back a class and they always graduate on time, so these kids pass even though they may not be ready. I had never seen anything like it before I came to Japan, even though I taught in the U.S. for six months. We saw an interview put out by a Japanese Christian broadcasting network about hikikomori. They interviewed a psychologist who had spent his whole life studying this subject. He believes that Japanese society is falling apart at the seams. Japan needs to reinvent itself, just as it reinvented itself after World War II. His prayer is that Japan will reinvent itself as a Christian nation. We also saw a Japanese fictional video that addressed this. It was called “Jitensha” or “Bicycle” and was about a Japanese guy who never stood up for himself and hated the world because he was always being bullied. Throughout the film, parts of his bicycle were stolen, one by one, and there was nothing he could do to stop the thief. When the entire bicycle was gone, he got a letter that said, “This is your life.” It was signed “God.” It also included instructions for finding the missing bicycle parts and putting them back together. The guy was able to use the map and instructions to do just that. At first I thought it was cheesy and obscure in it’s message, but Junko reacted very strongly to it. She saw immediately how the bicycle represented the guy’s life and it was only through God’s help that he was able to put it back together. Just goes to show you what is strange for one culture really resonates with another. I often think about how bonkers my Japanese Christian friends go for the genealogies in the Bible. They think they’re really cool for some reason, and that’s what makes the Bible “real” to them. The genealogies are the records showing that these people actually lived and how they all fit into God’s story and relate to each other. In small group, Junko also expressed her concern for Japanese society and asked us how a Christian society might be different. We weren’t shy about admitting Christianity`s historical faults, but also outlined the model given for a perfect society in scripture. Lana explained what it meant to receive Jesus as our friend and Savior. By now, Junko seemed to understand very well. Lana asked if Junko wanted to accept Jesus now or if she would rather wait. Junko said she would rather wait. I was so impressed with Lana`s patience! She wasn’t pushy at all. She didn’t try to press Junko like I would have been tempted to do. But Lana’s also doing another very important thing. She`s following up. She’s staying in close touch with Junko and continuing to encourage, instruct, and answer her questions. Thank God for Lana! I want to be a missionary like her. That evening, I talked to a wonderful lady named Pearl from the Philippines. What a story she has! It’s very encouraging to me to hear other Christians share their trials. And now, she’s a part of my Monday night skype Bible study! Junko too stayed up late into the night talking to Deborah Ruth (another life-long Japanese missionary and good friend of mine), about the Gospel. I love how Deborah Ruth really knows how to be a friend to people. It’s obvious she doesn’t see them as a “target” for evangelism. She dressed Junko up in one of the kimonos she brought. Here they are together: They were still talking, laughing, and sharing life stories as well as the Gospel, when I fell asleep. The morning of the final day when I woke at sunrise, there were icicles all over the window. It was like a postcard: We had prayer early again, I took another walk through the woods, and attended our last worship session, with communion. Michael Eastwood reminded us about what that special meal means, talking about the three most important meals in the Bible. At the first, Adam and Eve ate the forbidden fruit (which Michael joked must have been a world-famous Aomori apple from his prefecture), and broke the union between God and humans. The second meal foreshadowed the restoration of that relationship, Jesus’ Last Supper with the disciples, when he talked about giving his blood and body as a sacrifice for our sins. The third meal is still to come, foretold in the book of Revelation, the marriage supper of Jesus and the Church, when God will make a new creation to replace the old one that human beings broke. I never thought of it that way before! During the sermon, Jon talked about general issues and strategies with Japanese evangelism. That was the session we talked about the whole “foreignness” of Christianity, how to break that concept, and the importance of bringing in YOUNG MEN, specifically with families. The majority of Japanese Christians tend to be old women. There’s nothing wrong with those people, but they are not typically the one’s shaping Japanese society. More importantly, if they’re all we have, the Japanese church will die out in another ten years. If a Japanese woman becomes Christian, usually she is persecuted by her family, ostracized, and sometimes no other conversions can occur. If a man becomes Christian, his whole family becomes Christian, and it often spreads from there. That’s the way the society works. It’s not fair, but it would be foolish to try to work against the culture without first changing people’s hearts. All too often Christianity is used simply as a means to promote feminism, capitalism, and other “isms,” when in reality these things should take backseat to the far more important Truth. Once a people group becomes Christian, then and only then can they truly understand equality, freedom, and peace as a whole. After that, we had our final small group. Junko had to leave early to catch the bus, but we got to meet a Taiwanese American living in Nagano, Jennie Chen, who only got to make it for Sunday because she has to work on Saturday. Following small group, we took our last pictures, said our good byes, and danced the chicken dance! (Picture by Adrianna Avery) You see, at the beginning of the retreat, someone was given a “pig” as Sunny says in her New Zealand accent (or peg, for those of us who claim to speak “normal”), and they had to clip it to someone else in secret. If that person found the peg, they had to clip it to another person, and so on. Well, the guy in the middle is the unfortunate fellow who didn’t realize someone hid the peg in his bag. We also had “angels,” people we were supposed to be nice to. I won’t reveal who I was supposed to be an angel to, because I’m rather embarrassed by how little I did for her. (I basically just followed her around trying to help but was actually quite annoying, and left some mediocre sweets on her pillow with a poorly-spelled, most likely illegible note), but my angel was very nice to me. She gave me a small box of chocolate almonds and a cute little box of truffles! I ate them for the following Valentines Day. Yea! I wonder who she was… To top it all off, we had warm fuzzies, notes to stick in people’s envelopes that they could read later and feel good about. Here’s Junko working on hers: And that was the retreat! Thanks Rachel South and Hideki Miyamoto for organizing such a wonderful, inspiring event. May there be many more to come! Prayer Requests: I would definitely appreciate prayers for my Eiken and Evangelism class on Thursday nights. Six weeks now we’ve had to cancel due to a lack of (in other words absolutely no) students. On top of that, my Japanese pastor’s entire family is sick with the flu. Please pray for Junko from the conference, that she will accept Christ in time. Also, my friend Katelyn from Bible study is getting married. Most importantly, as the Christian Japanese hikikomori psychologist said, please pray that Japan will reinvent itself as Christian nation. Christianity used to have a strong influence in this country before the ban. It’s not from lack of trying that the Japanese are the second most un-reached people group in the world. But it might be from lack of prayer. Until next time, keep praying and loving, no matter what the cost, L.J. Popp (Laura Jane Popp) (Picture by Adrianna Avery)