Modems, modus apparandi and freedom in America
Somehow me thinks that everything in America, including internet connections would be better than in Europe. That thinking be disproved on every network I have yet tried to link
up with on my computer since arriving in America on July 31, 2011.
Who’s network am I intended to link up with? Whose network am I on? I have family here, that is a blood link. Yet, I have not been able to link up my laptop to any of their computers. Everyone has wireless but no one knows their own access code. Everyone is linked up by a 3rd party. Even on the Amtrak train there was no Wi-Fi, and every station I passed through had wireless systems which I tried to link up with, to no avail! Every unsecured system asked a password or identification which would be passed on to the owner of the network, for approval, which never happened while I had connection.
It all makes me think of my upbringing and a conversation we had this morning with a mother peer of my sister: Does the conservative’s way of setting boundaries, establishing rule and authority reach what it sets out to do? Do children of conservative Christians become Christians themselves? Are the “bad apples” really so bad or only struggling to find their own voices, be their own bosses by trial and error? Are the parents who continually come in, pick up the pieces and chastise the children teaching them to be independent? Were these parents also raised by picking up the pieces of their children’s mistakes, thereby creating freedom and liberty, with love, Christian principles and justice in these people? Is it a random happening, only occurring with some certain chosen people, does it follow bloodlines or are there certain karmic rules which determine upon whom favour falls?
These are all questions I ask when coming back to my roots. I can write you a whole list of blessings and things which have happened upon which favour has befallen me since I came and I will end this blog log by doing that. I do not wish to choose to be victim of the misfortune of my son’s 2x leukaemia diagnosis and treatment (lasting a total of 4 years out of his 19) or my divorce (now 4 years behind me). I choose to be a Queen, a Conqueror, a Holy Mother, a person who is following Christ’s example, a missionary, a peace-maker, a likeness of Christ and the holiest people alive.
Blessings which have been bestowed upon me since arriving and journeying to the United States:
1. the KLM help desk from London, the woman who’s name is like St. Charles, kept my reservation for 2 days and her work partner, who’s name is like St. Mark, booked my ticket to come in high season for the best possible price on the direct flight to Dallas from Amsterdam.
2. My cousin David Adam and I were blessed with the presence of the developer of the real estate around the restaurant where we ate, St. Anne’s, on the day before my departure. David Adam Caran mean’s “beloved first son of the Tsar” or perhaps, meaning “first man or general to the Tsar”. All the men in my mother’s side of the family are named after each other 5 generations long: “Adam Draga (Draga meaning beloved) Caran (Caran meaning Tsar).
3. The train to St. Louis had an overnight ride in the coach section and I would have had nothing to cover me while I slept. The woman behind my seat at the station was making a throw, a sort of blanket, while we waited for the train, which was late. When I met her in the lounge car in the train, with picturesque windows, we talked and it turned out she had had discipleship training with Youth With A Mission in Hawaii. I told her, depending on the outcome of my hearing in the higher court in the Netherlands, that I might consider doing training with YWAM in order to minister to Muslim people in Europe, the Middle East or elsewhere as part of God’s plans for my future career.
