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Sunday, March 12, 2006

Grandpa Roy

Written below is a article that was printed in the Newberg Oregon Graphic. As you will read Grandpa Roy is a "fixture" on the campus of George Fox University. Roy was also my neighbor for two years so I got to visit with him on a regular basis. Enjoy reading this insightful look into one of my favorite Grandpa's.

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Students call him the “campus grandpa,” though Roy Hiebert points out that it’s not an official designation by any means. Hiebert, 81, has been part of the George Fox University campus community since 1974 when he was given a job in electrical maintenance. Grandpa Roy, as students are fond of calling him, retired from his position at GFU 17 years ago, but remains an active member of the campus community. He is introduced to new students as someone to come to if they need someone who listens and is a willing substitute grandpa for students who need one. Now in his 62nd semester, as he likes to tell students, Hiebert still uses a GFU meal card to pay for his food in the cafeteria, still lives within sight of the campus and greets the children of his former lunchmates as they sit down to eat. Sometimes he offers to help students raising money for missions trips. He lives frugally, walking to most places, using little heat or electricity, and has little else to spend his money on, he said. He also volunteers. When George Fox undertook the creation of a prayer chapel in 1996, Hiebert received the school’s volunteer of the year award for spending 240 hours working on the project. On Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, he sits quietly in the cafeteria at George Fox, eating a meal alone at a large round table. But he’s rarely alone for long. Within minutes, a bevy of college students, almost always women, join him at the table. They talk about their lives, their education, missing their families, and missionary work. Hiebert is content to listen, teasing the young women on occasion. Sometimes he offers them a quote. “Everyone’s different, just about different things,” he quotes Will Rogers as saying. Or he tells stories, sometimes embellishing the facts just a bit. At Fort Peck Dam in Montana, he tells them, if you whistle at minus-62 degrees, it will silently freeze and fall to the ground causing quite a ruckus when it thaws in the spring. In the summer he brings a Christmas card box full of rosebuds and invites the girls to look at his cards. When they open the box he invites them to choose a flower. In the spring, its a bigger box of dahlia blooms. If it weren’t for God, and his prayers, things may have been different. Hiebert landed a job in Ethiopia after seven years as a teacher at Clatskanie High School. He told a pastor about his desire to teach in another country. Not long afterward, his pastor returned from a trip to Seattle with an offer: In Ethiopia, Hiebert could teach the children of ambassadors and doctors from 29 countries in classes where no less than 14 languages were spoken. “Kids there are not afraid to study,” he said. Hiebert accepted. He worked in Ethiopia for eight years as a high school shop and science teacher when he decided he needed a change. But he didn’t tell anyone about it — no one but God that is. One of his jobs at the Ethiopian high school was maintaining the school’s electrical system. Knowing he no longer wanted to teach, he decided he wanted to work in electrical maintenance at a Christian school. His children, both boys, had graduated high school and were ready for college. Hiebert knew that children returning to the states often have trouble adjusting, especially if their family was not nearby. “I thought it was a good time to come home,” he said. Hiebert already had some connection to George Fox. His wife, Verna, graduated from George Fox and had relatives in the school. At least one of Hiebert’s chemistry teachers at Cascade College, Elver Voth, worked at George Fox at the time. Lee Nash, a professor of history, attended Cascade College with Hiebert and had made the transition to George Fox. Not long after Hiebert made his decision to return to the states he received a letter. George Fox needed someone to fill an electrical maintenance position. Would he be interested in the job?Just like that, with no application and no job interview, Hiebert was hired. “As soon as I got here I knew I was home,” he said. Now, Hiebert eats in the cafeteria because the food, and the company, is good. “Not many have to ask, ‘whose that strange old man sitting in the dining hall?’” he said.

From Feb. 25, 2006, Newberg Graphic
By Schellene Clendenin
www.newberggraphic.com

Saturday, March 11, 2006

St. Patricks Day.

PHRASE: Beannachtai na Feile Padraig

PRONOUNCED: ban/ocked/tee nah fail/eh pawd/rig

MEANING: Happy Saint Patricks Day!

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This translation was provided through a update from Phil and
Cheryl Kingsley who are missionaries in Ireland.

Harasho Angleeskee ( Good English )

One of my best friends Livian who I met during teaching training last summer wrote the following story for her newspaper. Livian shares a experience while she was teaching English in Russia.

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My trip to Russia was life changing but not for the reasons that one would think. Although the Hermitage (the world’s largest museum), Peterghoff fountains and visiting the school where famous poet Alexander Puskin studied were highlights of Russia, it was really my students that captivated me. St. Petersburg is the most beautiful city that I have seen – so much history, prominent palaces and cathedrals – the Venice of the North in all its splendor and magnificence. Such contrast between materialism versus minimalism. I taught English at the most prestigious school in Leningrad region called Volkhov Children’s Centre. The most esteemed because it’s a school for extremely gifted children. As far as socio-economic status is concerned, prestigious is not the word to use. Our “luxury flat” as it was referred to, consisted of one bedroom, a tiny kitchen, a small living room, tub and toilet. Our “laundry facilities”, we soon found out were two washtubs and some pipes in the room with the tub that worked as a dryer. Half the flat had electricity, half didn’t. Our plumbing was nearly non-existent. By now it probably sounds like I’m complaining but that couldn’t be further from the truth, for what I learned from this experience is worth far more then the comfort of a hot shower.

My last day teaching in Volkhov, the students put on a talent show “pa Angleeskee” (in English) of course. One of my students made me so proud that I was in tears and my mission to Russia
was clear. Vanya is a twelve year old boy (who actually looks about seven because of improper nutrition). Everyday he would come to my beginner’s English class and fall asleep. His English was far behind the others and he grew bored no matter how much I attempted to make the lessons applicable for him. About the only English words he would ever say were “Harry Potter”, thus began his nickname. My little Harry Potter. All of the children had chosen which English Talent they wished to showcase at the Talent Show, except Vanya. Eventually after persistently asking him for the last week what he would do for the Talent Show, I resigned myself to the fact that he would probably do nothing. He completely caught me off guard when he did a two paragraph lecture on Harry Potter in perfectly pronounced and practiced English. (He had been working with the translator, without my knowledge, to surprise me). Now while that is a heart warming story for a teacher, let me share with you the true significance of this story. Every male in Russia must complete military service when they become eighteen years of age. Russian soldiers are paid an average of twenty-two roubles per day, less then one Canadian dollar. As many young Russian soldiers die from suicide or through beatings from their fellow soldiers or generals, as die in combat. Young untrained soldiers are sent to Chechnya and the North Caucus everyday to the frontlines, where an average day in a Groznyy hospital results in over 43 amputations. I was walking down Nesvsky Prospeckt on August 1st (the Young St. of St. Petersburg) and every block there was a young man in uniform, missing an arm or a leg, begging for money. (Russian soldiers do not get medical expenses paid, even if wounded in battle) and as I took my meager 20 roubles up to one of them, I could only see the face of Vanya. This could be him someday – that breaks my heart- but if we do something to help, then maybe he will have a brighter future then this poor boy. The more we educate ourselves and bring education to these children, the better chance for survival when they have to join the military. Ignorance breeds violence but education breeds change. If my Vanya can recite Harry Potter with perfect English pronunciation – in other words, if his English is good enough, maybe he will work in an office in the army instead of on the frontlines. While this article may have been dour and morbid, remember that the ending of my journey does not have to be filled with the thoughts of vilified children. As I think of these children I think of their big hearts, their curious minds, I think back to their eyes filled with hope. We can make a difference. We can make their futures brighter. Remember education breeds change. To find out how you can help visit these sights…

www.unicef.org/infobycountry/russia 25319.html - UNICEF

www.wvi.org - World Vision

www.msf.org - Doctors Without Borders

www.heidibradner.com - Photojournalist reporting on Chechnya

All statistics taken from own experience/observations and from:

Politkovskaya, Anna. A Dirty War. The Harvill Press, 2001.

Politkovskaya, Anna. Putin’s Russia. The Harvill Press, 2004.

Friday, March 03, 2006

the question.

Do I have to know the Chinese language? Yes.

I have to have a basic understanding of speaking Chinese in case I want to order food, ask for directions or assistance while I'm in China this coming Fall. Trying to speak a little Chinese shows respect for the people I will be spending a considerable amount of time with while I'm teaching English.



Wednesday, March 01, 2006

Support Letter

Dear Friends,

December 17, 2005 was a special day as I graduated with a B.A. degree in Christian Ministries from George Fox University in Newberg, Oregon.

July and August 2005 was also a special time for me as I participated in a missions trip to China to teach English to Chinese Middle School teachers. I trained, traveled, and taught with an organization called TeachOverseas.org, which is based in Arcadia, Ca. I had the opportunity to live in the capitol city of Beijing, which was my second trip there after I toured the city during a study program in 2003. My 40 students and I learned from each other about our families, friends, cultures, and our favorite foods. Teaching in China was a challenge as my team and I dealt with the humidity, language barrier, team dynamics, and planning lessons.


I’m returning to China in 2006 with TeachOverseas.org as a full time teacher in their year long program. I’m no stranger to living and working in Asia as I lived in Japan for two years and traveled to Hong Kong and Singapore with the U.S. Navy. I’ve looked forward to returning to Asia as I saw a number of opportunities available for missions work.

I would like to invite you to partner with me in either a financial or prayer support commitment so that I can return to China to teach English to the next generation of Chinese students. As part of teaching in China my total support amount will be $7000.00 which includes training, travel, and administrative expenses.

Thank you for taking time to read this letter. Pray along with me as I prepare for both the training and trip to China. Feel free to contact me at anytime at the below contact info if you have questions regarding teaching English in China and my passion for world missions.

Respectfully,

Brian Cottrell