I received a book yesterday and started reading right away.
The book is called Mennonite in a little black dress, by Rhoda Janzen. You can read a review of the book here: http://www.nytimes.com/2009/11/08/books/review/Christensen-t.html
Some parts of the book are hilarious, some are exaggerated, some are a little vulgar.
But what I wanted to share with you today is so funny, I really laughed out loud (LOL). The author describes her childhood in a mennonite family and how her mother would tell her to eat the raisins in her stale "Schnetke" because, "Starving children on the Chaco wanted those raisins!"
First of all: you say IN the Chaco and not ON the Chaco. I've been living here for 27 years, I should know.
Second of all: her mother could have been misinformed about the situtation here. To give you a better picture, I'll copy a paragraph from her book here:
"...I was terrified that God would call me to become a missionary to the Chaco. The Chaco was an arid stretch of high-altitud land in South America that defied profitable farming. The Mennonites of my youth had reached enthusiatic consensus concering the Chaco, with its many indigenous non-Christian peoples: it was ripe for mission work. I'm still not sure of what goes on on the Chaco, but as a child I suspected that it involved proliferating weevils and manioc root. From many Sunday-night-church slide presentations, I learned that a missionary organization called Word Made Flesh often summoned Mennonite missionaries to plant churches on the Chaco. When I saw ths slides, I privately concluded that what the Chaco needed was not church planting, but a better selection of fruits and vegetables. Forget church planting: just get busy with watermelons. A juicy sweet watermelon could kick the ... of any manioc root. Probably!..." Quote ends here.
Listening to the author, you would think we live in the dark ages down here, playing with stones and eating manioc. (Which, by the way, prepared correctly is very tasty)
I know the passage of the book, or even the whole book is not to be taken seriously, but doesn't it crack you up somethimes, to read something about your hometown in a book? Especially if the picture is painted in the wrong colors.
Have a great weekend! Enjoy the free time! Soak up some family time! Find something in the sermon on Sunday, that you will use in the coming week!
But what I wanted to share with you today is so funny, I really laughed out loud (LOL). The author describes her childhood in a mennonite family and how her mother would tell her to eat the raisins in her stale "Schnetke" because, "Starving children on the Chaco wanted those raisins!"
First of all: you say IN the Chaco and not ON the Chaco. I've been living here for 27 years, I should know.
Second of all: her mother could have been misinformed about the situtation here. To give you a better picture, I'll copy a paragraph from her book here:
"...I was terrified that God would call me to become a missionary to the Chaco. The Chaco was an arid stretch of high-altitud land in South America that defied profitable farming. The Mennonites of my youth had reached enthusiatic consensus concering the Chaco, with its many indigenous non-Christian peoples: it was ripe for mission work. I'm still not sure of what goes on on the Chaco, but as a child I suspected that it involved proliferating weevils and manioc root. From many Sunday-night-church slide presentations, I learned that a missionary organization called Word Made Flesh often summoned Mennonite missionaries to plant churches on the Chaco. When I saw ths slides, I privately concluded that what the Chaco needed was not church planting, but a better selection of fruits and vegetables. Forget church planting: just get busy with watermelons. A juicy sweet watermelon could kick the ... of any manioc root. Probably!..." Quote ends here.
Listening to the author, you would think we live in the dark ages down here, playing with stones and eating manioc. (Which, by the way, prepared correctly is very tasty)
I know the passage of the book, or even the whole book is not to be taken seriously, but doesn't it crack you up somethimes, to read something about your hometown in a book? Especially if the picture is painted in the wrong colors.
Have a great weekend! Enjoy the free time! Soak up some family time! Find something in the sermon on Sunday, that you will use in the coming week!