"..It's like finding a whole new Jesus"

We've been talking a lot about the Big Picture this month---About how one translator, traveling for one lifetime, to live among a people group and to help bring them the Word of God in their language is really just a tiny part of the story. This story that God is writing, is an intricate one, where WE get to be a part of mobilizing many parts of the Body to use many varied giftings and talents to bring Jesus and God's Kingdom to manypeople. 

Before we close this 30-day blog series tomorrow, I wanted to share one more poignant story about the vastness of God's translation-tapestry story! Jenny's story below, and the story of the Yazai people, gives a good glimpse at the prayer, human resources, food resources, community commitment, and fierce "irrational" faith that are needed for Bible translations to be completed in the almost 1,900 languages that are still left without it. I pray that we will catch these qualities from those that have gone before us, and that God would be glorified by our hungry, exuberant responses, as He invites us into this work.

In the 1930s, Jenny and her husband were planting a church among the Yazai* people of Southeast Asia. Understanding the need for Scripture in the mother tongue, they devised an alphabet and translated a catechism and the Gospel of Mark. But just three years into their ministry, her husband died of typhus, and Jenny was driven away by political unrest, never to return. Her prayers, however, did not cease. 

Jenny was 37 years old when she left the Yazai village. She was 93 years old and still praying for the Yazai and other language groups every morning from breakfast to lunch, when an SIL translator named Mark visited her. By then the church she faithfully watered with her prayers had grown to 10,000 believers...but they still did not have the Word in their mother tongue. Mark had the joy of telling her that he was working towards starting a translation project. He was studying the language with three Yazai speakers he’d met far from their homeland, and praying for an opportunity to meet church members interested in launching a translation project. 

The next year, 1997, Mark met two brothers who were Yazai church leaders. They told him they’d been praying for four years for someone to come help the Yazai do a Bible translation. “Four years?” said Mark. “I’ve been studying the language for four years and praying for a translation team related to the church!” The Yazai joyfully formed a translation committee and Mark became the translation advisor who checked the material! 

Individuals and whole communities threw themselves enthusiastically into the project. The lead translator was so committed that when he married, he and his bride spent their honeymoon at a training event! The future chairman of the translation committee, a paralyzed man, read in the Gospels that Jesus healed paralytics, so in faith he stood up and walked...and then went to work leading the committee! Villages formed their own support committees. Though poor, villagers agreed to drop a handful of rice into a bag every day. As the bags filled up, they sewed them shut and sent them to the translation team. 

The translation committee prepared books, songbooks, audio materials, and the "JESUS Film", so that everyone, readers or not, could have access to the Word. The church held literacy workshops, eventually training 100 people to serve as volunteer teachers. Each time a Scripture portion was completed, the church published it, and people carried copies around in their shoulder bags, snatching moments to read them in the fields. 

Even non-Christians became interested. Fifteen animists attended one literacy workshop; during the week every one of them found Christ and was baptized. Entire villages of non-Christians asked for someone to come read the Scripture portions to them so they could understand who this God was. With breathtaking speed the church grew from 10,000 to between 30,000 and 40,000 believers—a quarter of the entire population. 

In 2009 the New Testament was printed and, in spite of opposition, imported and dedicated. One well educated woman, having read the national language Bible for many years, said, “Reading the Scriptures in Yazai is like finding a whole new Jesus. The national language went to my head; the Yazai goes into my heart.” 

Now the Yazai have their eyes set on the Old Testament. “The New Testament is like a shirt, but we need pants!” said one man. “The Old Testament is those pants. Please help us get a complete outfit so we can be fully dressed!” The main translator is now studying theology so he can translate the Yazai Old Testament and serve as consultant for other translations. 

Jenny passed away in 2003 just a few days short of her 100th birthday, her part in the Yazai story complete. I know that by faith she celebrated the completion of the New Testament and the rapid expansion of the Yazai church, but I wish she could have heard what one old man said: “Now the light of God has come to the Yazai people. Now the Yazai people will grow and be blessed.” 

Language by language, the light of God is coming to people He loves all over the world. Sooner rather than later, the last one will be blessed. Thank you for the role you play! 

*Name changed to protect work in a sensitive area 

From ConnectUS, August 2010, Bob Creson

One Little Vowel

This week we've been specifically looking at translation stories from the field, and today I wanted to share my favorite so far! This story was first told in 2012 by a missionary couple who worked in Cameroon, and there is an exciting update about this language below, so be sure to read all the way to the bottom!

Friends, this story encapsulates why I am on this journey in the first place, and why I long to take you with me! I love the concept that God has placed his footprint/fingerprint/blueprint into the history of all of His people, and that sometimes we can find the clues He left us that lead to Him right inside of language. 

We've spoken before about how closely tied to our identity language is, and I am astounded by the way that the process of translation makes us ask questions that lead to deep and lasting transformation.  

Dangwa Pierre, President of the Hdi Translation Committee,
with Lee Bramlett, translation advisor to the committee.

Translator Lee Bramlett was confident that God had left His mark on the Hdi culture somewhere, but though he searched, he could not find it. Where was the footprint of God in the history or daily life of these Cameroonian people?  What clue had He planted to let the Hdi know who He is and how He wants to relate to them?

Then one night in a dream, God prompted Lee to look again at the Hdi word for love. Lee and his wife, Tammi, had learned that verbs in Hdi consistently end in one of three vowels. For almost every verb, they could find forms ending in i, a, and u. But when it came to the word for love, they could only find i and a. Why no u?

Lee asked the Hdi translation committee, which included the most influential leaders in the community, “Could you ‘dvi’ your wife?”

“Yes,” they said. That would mean that the wife had been loved but the love was gone.

“Could you ‘dva’ your wife?” Lee asked.

“Yes,” they said. That kind of love depended on the wife’s actions. She would be loved as long as she remained faithful and cared for her husband well.

“Could you ‘dvu’ your wife?”  Lee asked. Everyone laughed.

 “Of course not!” they said. “If you said that, you would have to keep loving your wife no matter what she did, even if she never got you water, never made you meals. Even if she committed adultery, you would be compelled to just keep on loving her. No, we would never say ‘dvu.’ It just doesn’t exist.”

Lee sat quietly for a while, thinking about John 3:16, and then he asked, “Could God ‘dvu’ people?”

There was complete silence for three or four minutes; then tears started to trickle down the weathered faces of these elderly men. Finally they responded.

“Do you know what this would mean?” they asked. “This would mean that God kept loving us over and over, millennia after millennia, while all that time we rejected His great love. He is compelled to love us, even though we have sinned more than any people.”

One simple vowel, and the meaning was changed from “I love you based on what you do and who you are,” to “I love you based on who I am. I love you because of Me and not because of you.”

God had encoded the story of His unconditional love right into their language. For centuries, the little word was there—unused but available, grammatically correct and quite understandable. When the word was finally spoken, it called into question their entire belief system. If God was like that, and not a mean and scary spirit, did they need the spirits of the ancestors to intercede for them? Did they need sorcery to relate to the spirits? Many decided the answer was no, and the number of Christ-followers quickly grew from a few hundred to several thousand.

The New Testament in Hdi is ready to be printed now, and twenty-nine thousand speakers will soon be able to feel the impact of passages like Ephesians 5:25,  “Husbands, ‘dvu’ your wives, just as Christ ‘dvu’-d the church.…”  I invite you to pray for them as they absorb and seek to model the amazing, unconditional love they have received.

As God’s Word is translated around the world, people are gaining access to this great love story about how God ‘dvu’-d us enough to sacrifice his unique Son for us, so that our relationship with Him can be ordered and oriented correctly. The cross changes everything!  Someday, the last word of the last bit of Scripture for the last community will be done, and everyone will be able to understand the story of God’s unconditional love.

Bible Translation Acceleration Update! : 

The YouVersion community has now reached a truly global milestone: The Bible App just added its 1,000th Bible version! With Bibles available in more than 700 languages, that means that millions of people are now reading God’s Word in the language of their hearts, together.

Version number 1,000 is Deftera Lfida Dzratawi (XEDNT), the first digital translation of the New Testament into Hdi (pronounced huh-DEE), a language spoken mostly in Cameroon and neighboring Nigeria. Generously provided to the YouVersion community by Wycliffe, this Bible’s translation is an incredible story of perseverance and love decades in the making!

It's the Mother Tongue that Plants the Word in Our Hearts

The Bible says, “...the word of God is alive and powerful. It is sharper than the sharpest two-edged sword, cutting between soul and spirit, between joint and marrow. It exposes our innermost thoughts and desires.” (Hebrews 4:12, NLT)

This truth is most deeply experienced when a person is able to read the Scriptures in his or her own heart language. Here is another real-life example of what the difference looks like! :

In a minority language group where people are not well acquainted with Jesus, a woman was hired to translate one of the gospels. Although she was fluent in Russian (the language from which she was translating), she discovered that the words in her own language were “so beautiful—brighter, more touching, deeper than Russian.” No matter how often she read the book, it still spoke to her: “I start crying when I read about Jesus being lonely and praying during the night before His crucifixion. When I read those words in my language I can’t stop crying. The words are so alive, they pierce my soul.” When she read it to others, they also wept.
 

In another language group in the area, a mother tongue translator needed to find out if a new translation of Mark’s Gospel communicated clearly, so she read it to a group of teachers. Because she was concentrating very hard, she did not look up until she heard a noise that sounded like laughter. Was something wrong with the text? Did her listeners think it inappropriate to read in the local language when they were all educated in Russian?

Then she realized that it was not laughter but crying! She looked up to see a school principal with his head bowed and a pool of tears on the desk in front of him. The story in Mark 12 about the poor widow giving her offering had touched him deeply. When he heard it in his own language, he realized that Jesus' words carried a challenge—it is not enough just to hear the words; we must live accordingly.

If these people speak and teach in the language of wider communication, why do they still respond in this way to their mother tongue? A translator in West Asia put it this way: “We can understand the Bible with our mind in the national language, but it’s the mother tongue that plants the Word in our hearts.” After giving 18 years of his life to translating the New Testament into his own language, this man turned his attention to the Old Testament (completed in his language now and dedicated in 2012).

Some—maybe most—of the people in these language groups are proficient in a language of wider communication. But the translation in that language doesn’t always resonate at the deepest level of their beings—the place where hurts are healed, decisions are made, and lives are changed.

Edited from a ConnectUS newsletter, November 2011, Bob Creson

Sunday's PassionBite Video!

The Road to Transformation from Wycliffe USA on Vimeo.

Africa, the land of 2,146 living languages

The last region, rounding out this week's focus, is the continent of Africa. I love today's visual aids!--for me, it's so helpful to see the size-comparisons, putting things into perspective, and the facts about cell phone use are still surprising to me!

I also didn't know that Nigeria is the country with the third largest need for Bible translations still! Check out the facts and pictures, and check back beginning tomorrow for our last week of #30daydietofpassion!

Do you Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwymdrobwllllantysiliogogogoch?

Today, I take a look at the needs in Europe, along with some fun facts about the longest city name in the world!)

This area is perhaps the one that people think of least when they think of Bible translation needs. But there are 127 separate languages still waiting for a completed Bible in this region. Many of these people groups fall into the category of believers without the Word in their heart language---they may attend church and hear God's Word preached, but it is in a standard, "Language of Wider Communication, often the national language, but it does not meet their comprehension needs.

For many of us, this might feel similar to if we only had access to discipleship, teaching, and reading the Word on our own in a language that we once took a brief class on in high school or middle school! We would never consider this an adequate way to know Jesus for ourselves, but this part of the world lives with this as their daily reality.

Take a look at all the fun facts, and please join me in praying for Europe and the remaining language groups there--that God would move hearts and send people there, raising up teams of people for each of these regions, "until every last tongue has heard". Amen.

The translation needs of the Americas!

Today, we look at the Americas! This is often the region that people assume is completely finished! In our North American paradigm, it is too easy to forget the true diversity all around us, and that there are more than a thousand languages spoken on these continents and their surrounding islands! Have a look below at the facts, and please pray for translators to rise up to work in each of these language groups. There is a need for people willing to give their lives to the cold, huddling up in Nunavut with First Nation languages, and  for translation teams to continue working in the balmy jungles of South America until every tongue has access to God's voice...

Translation needs in the Pacific

Through the rest of this week, I want to showcase some beautiful graphic-representations of the needs left in five major world-regions. Today we look at the Pacific, an area dear to my heart because of Papua New Guinea! Many of the Bibleless people groups are in this area of the world, with 1,311 living languages still spoken within this region! Language varieties were often kept separate and distinct in these areas (as opposed to the expansion and overlapping of many other languages, like how English spread) due to sharp geographical features, like mountains that historically made communication between people groups much more unlikely. Take a look at these language and world facts, focusing on the work that is left to be done. 

View a clickable, larger version at http://blog.wycliffe.org/2014/06/16/wycliffe-world-highlights-pacific/

The ripple effect of Bible translation for families

The ripple effect of Bible translation in a community that has not had it before is remarkable. I remember sitting with a group of women in a mountain village of Ghana and hearing them discuss the effects their literacy class was having on their lives.

One woman spoke about how they were now creating a business co-op through micro-loans that were helping them all to utilize small-plot farms to provide for their families. Another spoke about how she suddenly felt empowered in the market place, that she could sign her signature mark now, knowing what she was signing for, and that no one took advantage of her anymore. A third mother spoke of all the knowledge she was newly attaining about the world around her, and that she had never had access to the health pamphlets given by the city and aid workers before! She cried as she gestured and explained examples of how to wash her baby, and that covering their food could make a difference in keeping things sanitary… simple but powerful things that had never been opened to them before. 

They spoke from the heart, blatantly choked up and moved by the impact of these practical lessons. These mega life-changes all followed the introduction of a Bible translation project into their community, and the establishment of literacy courses alongside it, so that once the Word became fully available in their variety's heart language, they would be able to read it.

My experience of these stories is not isolated, and today's PassionBite video beautifully reiterates some of the socioeconomic ripple effects that have shown communities Jesus' love for them through practical means.

Empowering Families for Lasting Change from Wycliffe USA on Vimeo.

The Boogi Waqa

Today's PassionBite contains a story from Kenya (as told by Bob Creson), involving a wily and misbehaving cow, a dream bearing a vision from Heaven, and the fulfilment of God's promise to the Borana people to provide His Word to them in their language once again… 

The hot desert day was over and a small group of Borana people—nomadic cattle herders in Kenya—sat down under the stars to share news and stories. As SIL workers Jim and Dorothea Lander joined them, an elder began to speak.

“Long, long ago,” he said, “the Borana people had a Book of God. We called it our Boogi Waqa and everyone had a copy. We read it often to learn how to please God. But as the years passed, our books began to wear out until eventually only one remained—the prized possession of an old, old grandfather.

“Those were years of drought, and our people relentlessly battled for survival. Day after day the old man and his family took their cattle out on long searches for grass and water. One day they left behind a cow too weak to keep up with them. Nosing around for food while no one watched, she came upon the last Boogi Waqa…and devoured it! When the old man came home that night, he found only a few pieces of leather binding scattered on the ground. Great sadness filled the camp.

“That night the old man slept fitfully and dreamt that an angel appeared to him. The angel promised that after many years God would send their book back to them. ‘Watch for a strange man from a faraway country,’ said the angel. ‘When he comes, treat him well, for he will bring back your Boogi Waqa.’

“Many years later, the first missionaries came into Borana land. Some of you remember them. They tried to learn our language, and one of them actually wrote a book he said came from God, but we could not read it.” The elder paused, and then with a long sigh, he concluded: “Now, my children, we still wait for the Boogi Waqa.”

Jim and Dorothea were still learning the Borana language, but they understood enough to marvel at the story. A few weeks later, they entertained some Borana men in their home. After dinner and several cups of sweet, creamy tea, a man named Galgalo picked up the Lander children’s English Picture Bible. Galgalo could read it because he’d served in the Kenyan Air Force. He read the story of the Tower of Babel in English, and then told the Borana men what it said in their own language.

Together they looked at the pictures in the Bible and exclaimed, “Look, these men dress just like we do, with flowing clothes and turbans! They pack their camels like we do! And this desert looks just like ours!”

Galgalo turned to Jim and asked, “Is this a Borana book? Is it…could it be…the Boogi Waqa?”

“Yes,” said Jim. “This is the Boogi Waqa.”

Silently the men stared at Jim and Dorothea. Slowly they turned their gaze back to the book. Long into the night they explored the book, examining the pictures and listening to Galgalo read. Eventually they came to a picture of the Israelites sacrificing a lamb, as God had instructed them to do in the Old Testament.

The men told Jim, “Our fathers taught us that the Boogi Waqa told how to sacrifice a lamb, so that God would forgive our sins. And sure enough here it is in this Boogi Waqa! We still do our animal sacrifices, but some of the missionaries say we should stop. Why is that?”

His heart pounding, Jim took the Bible and turned to the tenth chapter of Hebrews. With Galgalo’s help, he explained that God sent his Son, Jesus, to be the perfect sacrifice for sin. They no longer needed to sacrifice lambs each year because now they could find forgiveness of sin and eternal life by putting their trust in Jesus, who died for their sins once for all!

Health concerns later sent the Landers back home, but a Borana man, David Diida, drew on their linguistic research to spearhead a revision of the Bible and a very successful literacy program. Many groups of believers can now read their own Book of God all across Northern Kenya.

Dorothea says, “I believe God placed the Boogi Waqa story in Borana history and preserved it in their oral culture so that many years after the original book disappeared, men would seek after God and find in Him eternal life by reading their new Boogi Waqa.”

God left His footprint in the desert sands of Northern Kenya, and He’s left it in many other cultures around the world. Missionaries often think they are “taking God to the people” they are called to serve. But the truth is, He has already been there, preparing the way.

"The Craziest Gringo"

Today's bite of passion centers around crazy faith! I NEED this in my life. Although my husband and I have a life centered around this crazy Bible translation task, I wake some days being worried about small, mundane things. Even when our worries come about the larger struggles (crippling illness, staggering medicine costs, immigration processes), there are days it takes effort to STOP and refuse the swirling questions in our hearts. It's especially on those days when my Abba reminds me that big or small, no obstacle has ever been larger than He is, and no question will ever exist that isn't already a past-tense to His solution and redemption. His seal already stitches up the gaping hole in question; we are just experiencing time and those needs as little ones, not tall enough to see over the holy ridge yet. And so as purchased little ones, we choose faith, we choose rest, knowing that His call forward means there is a provision for those steps. The story below is about one of the BIG times this faith was displayed in the starting days of Wycliffe Bible Translators, when William Cameron Townsend was just starting out with the vision God gave him:

 

At the 25-year celebration of SIL’s work in Peru, Mr. José Jiménez Borja, an assistant to the Peruvian Minister of Education years before, told this story.

“I remember the day Mr. Townsend came into my office in 1945. He presented the most ridiculous plan I had ever heard.
 

“He wanted to go into the jungle with a group of linguists. They were going to learn the languages of the people, form alphabets, teach the people how to read and translate the Bible into those languages. He wanted my blessing on this impossible project. Our conversation went like this:

Mr. Townsend, who is going to do all this work?

It will be done by trained linguists-young men and women with college degrees who are willing to spend their lives among the indigenous peoples.

This is a difficult task. How many are willing to go?

None, yet. But when I go back to the U.S. and challenge them, many will volunteer.

The jungle is impossible. How will you get those people out to the villages?

I plan to use airplanes to land on the rivers and airstrips that can be cleared in the jungle.

How many planes do you have?

None. But when I share the need, God will give us enough planes.

Who will fly these planes?

Hundreds of young people, seasoned pilots and mechanics will volunteer.

How many pilots and mechanics do you now have?

None, but God will send them along.

There is much disease in the jungle. How will you stay healthy?

We’ll have clinics staffed by doctors and nurses.

How many doctors and nurses do you have?

None, but God will supply them.

Who will finance all this? The U.S. government? A wealthy foundation?

No. I’ll go home and tell the people of the United States about this plan. God will supply. All the workers will raise their own support.

At this I stared at the strange man and told him, “When all that comes to pass, come back to me and I will bless you.”

He got up, gave me a big hug, and said, I’ll be back soon.

“When Mr. Townsend walked out of the door, I turned to my secretary and said, ‘Alla va el gringo mas loco que jamas he visto.’ (There goes the craziest gringo I’ve ever seen in my life.)

“A few months later, Mr. Townsend was back and ready to start! Now, 25 years later, all he dreamed has happened, plus much more. Only God could do such a mighty thing.”

—Adapted from an article by Bernie May in Beyond, Vol. 30, No. 1

July 29, 2009 - Deep Breaths

QUITE a bit after midnight, and Wednesday morning creeps across the pages of my textbooks and ink-drenched scrawlings and dares me to still see the words… I tried to crash out, but I miss you, and needed to unwind briefly.. and also needed to try to connect with you for a moment, faraway people that comfort my heart.

BIG, difficult tests start tomorrow (today?)... There's so much I want to tell you (and almost all of it is the emotional and spiritual side of what currently only looks like an academic statement)...Little universes, small vortexes have shifted in these days and I am w e a r y but have had such a joyful heart today... The last few hours contained infinite amounts of information-scrunching into my brain tonight though, as we studied and studied for Part 1 of our two-day Syntax and Morphology final exam.. I leave in a week and a few hours from now! And before that comes three quizzes, five tests and two projects. Please pray!

I will work out the "so much to tell you" next time, but know that I LOVE you, sister and brother, cousins and parents and friends of my heart. Wish that typing that didn't feel so inadequate, and praying that each you know that I mean it.

With love and hopes for rest,
moni


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June 10, 2009 - North Dakota Arrival and first days!

So it’s Wednesday afternoon, and I am coercing the part of me that longs for a nap just now, to make my finger-tips speak a little instead…it seemed a good compromise between not sleeping now and not doing homework yet :).

I sit on a twin-size bed in a white-washed dorm-room thinking of all of you—
Good days!—long, thick days of push-pulled consciousness and cognition. I am happy, but oh-so-tired, and miss you, but oh-so-fulfilled…

I wanted to come here and recount some of these first days, both for you and for myself… Saturday after I wrote you, I slept maybe an hour!—body would not sift down, like wiggle-nerves before Christmas. We all woke up at 4am and I was driven to the airport early… The flights were uneventful, other than a few air-pocket-hiccups and a quick plane switch in Denver. When I boarded the second plane, I peered down the aisles, reading the seat numbers and letters, and as I made eye-contact with the area and then the people sitting there, I realized that it was an 8 year old boy sitting across from his brothers, who—no joke—checked me out, exchanged glances with his brothers, and then asked one of them for a piece of gum in a loud, braggy voice :)—Really funny and exaggerated from an 8 year old! The whole rest of that ride was spent with him asking me how much time had passed—about every 10 minutes—while he filled me in on what Grand Forks was like, and how there are “really great bike trails at my real dad’s house”~

We touched down in North Dakota early, and I instantly grabbed some food and a coffee, as my cute conversations and incessant “are-we-there-yet?-trills” didn’t allow me to catch up yet on sleep. I waited then for Bethany, another SIL-UND student that would be flying into Fargo, as we were going to rent a car and drive the last hour from Fargo to Grand Forks. She’s wonderful!—and she was so even-keel for just having met me…which came SO in handy when half an hour into our drive, I saw red lights and a cop pull out behind me! Apparently ND is MUCH more stringent on speed limits :) and the 5-mpg’s over-the-limit that GA police have told me is more than acceptable was highly suspect in this new environment!

The cop was kind, if a little suspicious, since our rental happened to have Wyoming tags, a South Dakota registration, and a Minnesota insurance card(!), but once we explained where we were going and where were from, we all loosened up—
Besides this, the drive was lovely!—wide open sky—almost making the land look convex in its extreme flatness, bending wide its surface to bear the weight of the clouds~ It made our hearts feel yellow!

Campus brought us to a small city—there seem to be a hundred buildings to UND’s campus, but they’ve managed serenity in the midst of this. There is a small winding creek—which I’ve been informed is a cooley instead…a slightly swampy, reed-surrounded stream that is almost still (“it will stink later, just wait,” I was told)… But it is beautiful when it reflects the Dakota sky. There have been SO many people to meet, and every conversation exists inside this pressure cooker of depth!—in my 1 hour drive with Bethany, I believe we know more about what matters to one another than it usually takes people a month to know—and it has been the same with most of the people I’ve met, probably because there is the pre-existing conditions that everyone has traveled here for the same reasons, and time has warped to fit the urgent, quick-pace of the program.

We live, eat, and learn in the same living space as our professors, and the environment is like none other that I have experienced. These beginning days keep waffling between elation and exhaustion, and I’m definitely re-acclimating to being a student! It’s been so long since I’ve pushed my mind so hard, and I find at times that it’s pushing its hands up against the walls of my skull in protest :). Monday, we had orientation and we bought our textbooks, and received our pre-first-class homework… For Phonetics alone, I worked my way through the first two chapters, fumble-finding the vocabulary and preparing for the first class the next day. By this first class, these chapters were reviewed and the third one assigned! Second Language Acquisition placed each student into a group, and for the summer I will be learning Sindhi (a language from Sindh, Pakistan) to assess my aptitude and to teach us the foundations of language-learning using a method where we cannot speak a word of it for several weeks!—SUCH a challenge for my tongue that longs to contort :). For now, we use T.P.R. (total physical response) to teach our minds the language using different lobes of the brain, and skipping the usual route of translating a new language to ourselves using the one we already know. Syntax & Morphology is fantastic, and this professor makes me laugh-out-loud daily~ The fourth class I’ve only had once so far, but it’s Sociolinguistics, and I’m thoroughly enthralled.
Though I’ve scrupulously been struggling with moments of frustration at my own intake pace, heart has been whispering its own contentment.

I think for now, this is enough :). I love you, miss you, and am thankful for anyone keeping up with this or finding any interest in it! Thank you, THANK YOU, to those who have written me.. PLEASE know that it has meant more to me than I can express, and that I will truly try to respond soon! With fervor, moni

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