Friday, July 24, 2015

Look!!!

 There are so many beautiful things from my brief weeks in Japan I'd love to share with you. Familiar neighborhoods, smiling faces of friends old and new (that I didn't take enough pictures of), tasty food, churches growing/multiplying, dreaming about the future with artists and pastors... 


look at this little canal I walk past almost every day, full of beauty and peace on a rainy afternoon.



The splendor of the skyline from a friend's apartment. The beautiful blues, the energy of the city, the faces and stories of God at work that spring to mind at the glimpse of a familiar building.


Look at the way it lights up at night, a different kind of twinkling sky, that reminds me of God's light shining out, His care for each individual in each apartment, in each office.





Look at this little guy, the delighted urgency and earnestness in his face as he proclaims "あった!!!" (2-year-old-Japanese that loosely translates "look what's here, look what I found!!!")

[*An ant? A leaf? A plane? One must point to it and repetitively proclaim its existence to the nearest family member or friend until said item is no longer in sight.]

I've been savoring lots of things as I've enjoyed the opportunity to be back in Japan this month, and God's reminding me to follow this little guy's example in sharing the beauty. Look! Look what I've found! This is amazing, and beautiful, and I'd love it if you would pause and appreciate it together with me.

Beauty just isn't the same alone. In community we savor together. We point out the wonderful things, the lovely, the true. The new things we might miss, the familiar things we might pass by on our own.

And I'm starting to understand how this is about far more than pictures from a faraway land. It is one of the vital, delightful tasks of every artist...and every Christian. An important part of how we worship the most Beautiful One of all.

Wednesday, July 1, 2015

A recurring theme: All Clean

It doesn't take long in Japan to notice cleanliness is quite important. The streets are clean, the subways are clean, no shoes in the house, epic baths...it's fabulous. Clean.

As I strolled around my old neighborhood soaking up the familiar back-streets, checking out new construction projects, and attempting to show jet-lag who's boss, I noticed a new addition to the local Shinto shrine: smiling old ladies carefully doing a choreographed walk through and around this large ring of grass.
I learned this week is a special week for half-way-through-the-year purification: for health, good luck, and to wipe away any misdeeds from the past 6 months. To get clean.

I hear a friend practicing organ as I write this, composing. As musicians we work hard to get notes in their places. We want it to communicate well, we want to tell a story. Even in a "messy" story, we usually want the chords and melodic lines precise. Clean.

I spent this morning with a missionary friend/mentor, chatting and catching up on a year of life as we wiped the ash and soot from the recent volcanic eruption (miles away) from her apartment windows. Ahhh, clean. And we talked about complicated relationships and brokenness and sin in both our eastern and western "homes", and we looked forward to the perfect "clean" of our true but-not-quite-yet Home.

When I'm in the US, people often ask about religions, "felt needs", and values in Japan. So... this one's for you! This is one of those shrines, and one of the deepest desires: to be clean, inside and out.

Beloved, we are God's children now, and what we will be has not yet appeared; but we know that when he appears we shall be like him, because we shall see him as he is. And everyone who thus hopes in him purifies himself as he is pure. 
(1 John 3:2-3)

Wednesday, June 17, 2015

Power in a Name

 In honor of Father's Day, inspired by my Dad
(the human one, and the Heavenly One)

Are you kin to Dr. Honea? He is the best surgeon…”, “He fixed my mom’s… my daughter’s…So when I needed my (insert-gross-mental-image-procedure-here) I wouldn’t see anyone else!”, “...I love your Dad!”

Such is the life when your Dad is the most experienced surgeon in a small town (and it helps when your last name is an extremely unusual one). I got the polite smile-and-nod down pat by my preteens. There were times when I was proud. Times when I got tired of saying into the phone “Sorry, this is his home, not his office…I’m sure the other surgeon is wonderful too…” Times when I just wanted to be seen as myself, not as another Honea. Times when I loved my Dad who came to my soccer games and clarinet performances (regardless of the lives he saved during the 14 straight hours he worked before he got there, right on time).

My Dad’s reputation affected (when I’m back in my hometown, still affects!) the way people viewed me, what they think of when they see me, what kind of person they assume I am. There is power in a name. And my Dad taught me, with a twinkle of humor in his eye, to be proud of that name.

But when I leave my hometown and go down to Mississippi, no one knows my Dad and very few have heard the name “Honea” before. When they meet me, instead of assuming things about me, they asked questions like “Sorry, how do you pronounce your last name?” and, “I’ve never heard it before: what’s the country of origin?”

It reminds me of how we as Christians carry the name of Christ, the name of God. For better or for worse, consciously or subconsciously, people hear this “family” name and confer to us all the associations and assumptions it brings to their mind. Similarly, our words and actions can, for better or for worse, surprise, detract, or add to these associations.

Being a Christian in Japan is a bit like being a Honea in Mississippi. In Japan, it seems peoples’ automatic thoughts when they hear “Christian” are not necessarily negative – they’re just blank. I welcome questions, curiosity, and even wariness is understandable. I just hope someday…they get to meet my Heavenly Dad for themselves. Because like my human Dad, He really is the best, He heals like nobody’s business, and I love Him like crazy.


For now, I try to remember I might be the first impression some people get of our family Name, try to describe our Dad and our family I love. And I hope to get to make a few introductions. 

Thursday, March 26, 2015

What Does CAT Do All Day?

CAT Magazine: A picture book of everyday life and activities during my time with Community Arts Tokyo so far (2012 - 2014). What does it look like to support church-planting through the arts in Japan? Here are a few snapshots!

As I raise support I've enjoyed showing this simple book of pictures (including faces of many people I love!) to old and new friends around the US. People keep suggesting I make a digital copy others can view and share, so I'm finally taking their advice and giving it a try. Click the link above and let me know what you think!

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Fear and Faith (and also a wasp)

Bzzz. Bzzz. Bzzzzzzzzz. 

I get in the car, pull onto the highway, and glance back to see a big black wasp in the rear view mirror. After recovering from my mild heart attack I roll down the windows but mr. wasp is angrily stuck by the rear window. I’m currently going through a workbook on stress, so I take a deep breath and pray a prayer of praise that God controls all things, even insects, and sincerely pray that this particular insect pleeeeease not come up here and sting me. I inwardly congratulate myself for my excellent handling of this stressful circumstance. I no longer see a wasp in the rear-view mirror so I happily roll up the windows.

And 3. 2. 1. BZZZZ accompanies the speedily approaching image of an angry black wasp in the mirror, and my fingers slam down the buttons to roll down the windows, the light breeze whisking our little friend out the window (for real this time, I think). I nervously laugh at myself and begin to pray for the friend I’m driving to meet, but I keep hearing a phantom buzz from the wind, imagining creepy wasp legs when my hair tickles my neck, and I feel my stomach tighten.

This is not the first wasp I’ve seen today. Just hours before, I was eating lunch with family when we noticed a wasp in the room. I casually grabbed our plates of food out of the way as my Dad grabbed a spray can and fly-swatter, and we continued our conversation as he disposed of the intruder. I mentioned to him a second wasp was on the other side of the room, and he got rid of that one as well. My pulse didn't rise, my shoulders didn't tighten, I didn't think about them again.

The same circumstance: an encounter with a wasp. But a completely different stress level. When my Dad was in the room I was confident there was someone with me who had control of the situation, so I didn't worry at all about the pesky bug. In the car I was alone, trapped with this DEADLY FOE.

Interesting isn't it, how perspective changes a similar scenario? Small or large, health or finances, what other things stress us out? Perhaps, do we sometimes forget there is One who has complete control? And thank you, Jesus – our Heavenly Daddy is always in the room.

Tuesday, February 17, 2015

Art, Life, Faith - a Casual Discussion

One of many, many highlights of my last few weeks of traveling for support-raising was filling my downtime with art. From the MET in NYC, to the Glass Museum in Corning, to sitting around a wood stove with old and new friends marveling at photographs of works by this guy, ...and as I slowly drove home through swirling snow it occurred to me that each of those very different experiences with art lead me to thoughts of our Creator; in some way pointed me to God. 

I've learned a lot these past few years of how the arts can be such a connecting point to God, but instead of hearing another example from me, I'm excited to share this article from Japan:


Art, Life, Faith - A Casual Discussion

Original article published in CHRISTIAN TODAY by Reima Shinjo, January 31, 2015
(Translated from the Japanese)

Community Arts Tokyo’s first event of the year, “Art, Life, Faith” (ALF), was held on January 19th in a home in the middle of Tokyo. Community Arts Tokyo seeks to connect people through the arts and reconnect the arts with society and daily life. They are also a resource to organizations and churches of various denominations to provide artistic events.

In the wide range of activities Community Arts Tokyo has to offer, from performance parties and symposiums, to volunteer relief and revitalization work in areas of northern Japan hit by the 2011 disaster, ALF is a casual event, simply meeting in local homes. It is an open discussion built on the basis that the fine arts, formalized in the concert hall, theater, museum, or gallery, are present in our everyday lives, fulfilling an important role in our lives and society, and can serve as a connecting point to the God of the Bible.


Leaders, locations, and themes of the discussion differ every time, sometimes a scholarly discussion of the music of Bach, other times addressing topics from popular entertainment, like the movie “Frozen.” This evening Roger Lowther, Director of Community Arts Tokyo, presented the theme of “eyes.” Conversation was sparked with the viewing of a piece by Marina Abramović, a well-known performance artist originally from Yugoslavia, and everyone was invited to share their thoughts.

The video clip was from Marina’s performance “The Artist is Present” on exhibition in New York’s Museum of Metropolitan Art in 2010. In this performance, Marina and a member of the audience are seated on either side of a desk, silently locking eyes, while all around them a crowd of spectators looked on, waiting their turn. This simple action had a mysterious power over people. Some people would begin to cry as Marina looked at them, completely “present” for them, and then she began to weep also.

Our discussion started with questions and comments such as, “I wonder why the audience cried?” and “Like a staring contest, I think I’d start laughing!” and grew from there. As this particular ALF was attended by Japanese, American, and British participants, distinct cultural differences from each country influenced our conversation as well: “If they did this performance in Tokyo instead of Europe, do you think people would come?” “Eye contact seems more difficult for Japanese. Usually our eyes don’t meet...” “I’m hesitant to lock eyes with someone: you might give them the wrong impression, like you have feelings for them.”

In an open conversation where everyone shares their thoughts, Roger sometimes throws in a remark, such as the words of one reviewer of Marina’s performance. “The atmosphere Marina was able to create was reminiscent of a church confessional box, which is quite remarkable when you consider how public it was.” No matter the faith or background, the discussion easily drew people into the conversation, even first-time attenders.

The conversation naturally turned to the mystery of God’s gaze mentioned throughout scripture. “When Adam first sinned, he was separated from God and didn’t want to be seen.” “Hagar, the slave woman, called God ‘You are the God who sees me.’” “Jesus said to Nathaniel, ‘I saw you under the fig tree before Philip called you.’”

ALF is never pushy about Christianity or making people believe the Bible. Roger, an organist with experience performing around the world, and his wife Abi, a pianist, are dedicated to creating a space where artists can gather, this time including many musicians and designers. This particular evening everyone happened to be Christian, but first-time visitors and people from all backgrounds are warmly welcomed.

Abi says she “hopes the arts will serve as a gateway to think about life, and through that, personally experience an encounter with God.” Living as a Christian does not mean detaching from the world, but rather living our everyday lives realizing God is present and at work all around us. This event cultivates a perspective of seeing the world through the lens of God’s Word.

This kind of work has huge significance in a country like Japan, which is not primarily Christian. Christianity is not only in Western cultures. Roger’s desire is to share together an appreciation for the excellence and charm of Japanese culture as part of this world, which was created by the same God. The discussion ended with a prayer, “With thanks to our strong, eternal, Creator God, who looks on us who are small and unworthy with a loving gaze.”

Starting next month, ALF will go from one meeting to two meetings per month in two different locations. For more details about ALF or other Community Arts Tokyo activities, please contact info@communityarts.jp.

Saturday, January 31, 2015

Meditation on Incineration. I mean...

Itinerating. Type it in...wait for it... "did you mean 'incinerating'?" Thank you, spell-check.

OK, this support-raising journey isn't that bad, but on its rough days the comparison does give me a little chuckle.

And in all seriousness, it brings to mind passages throughout the Bible that refer to God growing, maturing, refining us like silver or gold: through fire. Painful imagery, right?

And I thought of this idea again as I was walking through the woods today and saw many of these. 
Whimsically twisty trees like this one were my favorite when playing in these woods as a little kid. Vines had grown up them, squeeeeezing the poor little trees as they tried to grow. But in time the vines fall away leaving the trees as strong as ever and, in my humble opinion, much more interesting and beautiful, like little works of art.

I can't wait to be back in Japan, learning and growing, loving and serving. But for now? I take a deep breath, go for a stroll, and praise God for the beautiful quirkiness of trees that have persevered through the uncomfortable times. And look back and forward and all around with thankfulness for the many times of rest and encouragement, for friends old and new, and for getting to be a part of the body of Christ in both the US and in Japan, in all of our quirky beauty.

And those whimsically twisty trees? They're still my favorite.