Koen's Award-Winning Story

During book week at school, Koen entered a contest where students were asked to write about an event in the life of Jesus from the point-of-view of a witness. He won 1st place for grades 4-6! He had the opportunity to share his story with students in 4th grade, plus he earned Rp. 200,000 (about $20) to spend at the school book fair. He wisely chose the new Harry Potter and the Cursed Child. (A win for Mom and Dad, too!) Please take time to read his account; may you be blessed by his words.

Koen Davies 6B

Jesus Calms the Storm

Matthew 8: 23-27

Mark 4: 35-41

Luke 8: 22-25

            My name is John. Not John the Baptist, I’m John the Disciple of Jesus. I want to tell you a story. This is a story about a man named Jesus.

            Jesus was the Son of God, but he was called more than that. Believers called him The Prince of Peace, or The Lamb who was Slain.

            Some do not believe in Jesus; they believe in false gods called Idols. But in this story, I’m going to tell you about the true God, Jesus Christ, God’s own Son.

            “Come on John!” a voice cried out across the sandy shores.

            “Coming!” I yelled. My feet blew hot sand in every direction as I ran toward Peter, my fellow disciple. Peter’s black hair swirled in the light breeze. His coat spun around him.

            “What took you so long? We were waiting for you!” Peter yelled. I hung my head a little.

            “I didn’t realize the time.” I said. That wasn’t the truth though, my dream was to write a book about Jesus one day. I had been writing notes about Jesus’s latest parable, The Parable of the Mustard Seed.

            “Well get in the boat already, Jesus said we should go to the other side of the lake, and I don’t want to keep him waiting any longer.” Peter said to me, turning his gaze to the setting sun.

            The sun cast a reddish gleam over the still waters. As I jumped into the boat, I ran to the front and stared out.

The water rippled as Peter lifted the sails and the boat started its journey.

“Where is Jesus?” I asked another disciple, James, without taking my eyes off the sunset.

“He’s below deck, sleeping I suppose.” James said, not looking up from a scrap of wood he had been cutting with a small, but effective, knife.

Yet another disciple, Andrew stepped over.

“I don’t like the look of those clouds.” he said staring up at the darkening sky. I looked up.

Dark gray clouds floated menacingly over the lake, threatening us. I groaned. I couldn’t believe we had just gotten aboard the boat, and now there was a storm coming!

I stood up, and walked past James, Andrew, Peter, and more of Jesus’s disciples so I could get to the top of the deck.

I liked this place aboard the boat because it was quiet. I could work on my writing in peace.  

Suddenly, thunder sounded. Lightning flashed, illuminating the dark sky for a split second, and then the sky turned back to an inky black. The boat started to rock.

My notes slipped from my hands.

“No!” I cried and dived forward to save them. My hand closed around most of my notes. All I could do was watch my notes on the Mustard Seed flutter down into the dark waves below. The water swallowed the pieces of parchment. I quickly checked through my notes. At least half of them were gone!

“John! John!” I heard Peter cry. “John where are you?”

I’m over here!” I yelled, though now the wind was speeding up, so I doubted he could possibly hear me over all this noise.

So I struggled my way across the deck. I slipped and fell onto the deck, and rain splattered over my coat. I groaned and I could taste sticky blood in my mouth.

I worked my way into a standing position, not easy when the wind is blowing on you from behind and every drop of rain that hits you feels like a chunk of wood.

I collapsed to my knees when I could see the shadowy outlines of Peter and James heading for me.

“We should go to see Jesus!” I yelled at them. “If he’s the Son of God, he should be able to help us!” A wave of ice cold water splashed onto the deck, freezing my knees and feet.

“I agree with John!” James yelled, facing Peter. Peter looked at him for a second, and then he nodded.

“I also agree.” Peter shouted. We gripped the side of the boat and edged our way along the side.

I could hear the other disciples screaming for help, but I couldn’t see them through the rain that was falling thick and fast.

At last we reached the door to below deck, and Peter pushed the door open. We scrambled down the stairs, the force of the rain blowing mist at us. James slammed the door shut, and I could finally see Peter and James.

Peter was gasping for breath, rain dripped off his shoulders and his hair clung to the side of his face.

James wasn’t much difference, except he was shivering. I looked around. Below the boat was dry and warm. In the middle of the deck was a cushion, and Jesus lay fast asleep upon it.

Jesus’s hair was a light brown, and it hung down to his shoulders. He wore white robes of linen that seemed extra bright in the dimly light boat.

Peter stepped forward and said “Jesus! Lord save us! We are going to drown!”

Jesus opened his eyes and looked up at Peter. Then Jesus spoke to Peter: “You of little faith, why are you so afraid?”

Peter seemed to be embarrassed by this statement. Jesus got up and walked toward the door.

I followed him, with Peter and James behind me. A slight smile had appeared on James face, perhaps he thought that Peter’s embarrassment was very funny.

Jesus stepped out onto the deck, and the disciples stopped yelling. Jesus walked straight down the center of the boat.

When he got to the tip of the boat, he lifted his arms to the heavens. Rain splattered down on my face as I watched in amazement. Through the rain I could hear Jesus speaking.

“Quiet!” Jesus shouted. Some of the disciples thought this was directed at them, so their mouths closed in unison. But I got the feeling Jesus wasn’t talking to them. “Be still!” Jesus cried, and suddenly, the rain stopped. The waves took one last crash and disappeared under the water. The wind turned into a soft breeze.

I stared at Jesus in wonder and in amazement. Water still remained splattered over the deck, and my coat was drenched with ice cold water, but the storm had passed.

Jesus turned to look at us. We stood still as statues.

“Where is your faith?’ said Jesus softly. The breeze tossed his hair into his face and his smile was mysterious. He turned and walked back down to below deck, his feet thumping down the stairs.

And just as I saw the outline of land, I had realized that Jesus Christ, is The Son of God. The Prince of Peace. The Lamb Who was Slain.

So that’s my story. The story about Jesus and his miraculous miracles. How he saved us from that storm.

But somethings about this story still trouble me. Look at what Jesus says to Peter. ‘You of little faith, why are you so afraid?’ I think that little faith is sort of like saying that God is real, that Jesus is the son of God, but you ignore him the rest of the time. And we don’t need to be afraid like me and the other disciples, we had Jesus with us. If we trust in him, we don’t need to be scared of the crashing waves.

And I also think a lot about the line ‘Where is your faith?’ I think it means does your faith belong to God, or to the Idols of sin?

So I end with this question: Where is your faith?

Koen's Entry 2

Hi guys! It's me, Koen Davies again. For some reason Mom hasn't written anything for about two months. So that means I've got to tell you guys about what we've been doing, and other stuff like that.

I'm starting with the 6th grade retreat. I honestly don't like retelling the events of the night, so I might skip that part. Maybe. Or, I guess I should put it in for your entertainment.

So first, I got on a bus for two hours and watched Star Wars Return of the Jedi. Then we got there, and this is what it looked like:

The 6th graders. I'm in the front middle.

So we got in our rooms, and had lunch, did some stuff, and other things. Okay, so I guess I have to go to the night part now.

I walked through the dark pathway down to our room. Frogs croaked in the blackness, and the stone road felt hard under my feet. Lights came into my vision, and I made out the outline of 5 houses, or rooms. A single lamp glowed on the house marked 25. I stepped onto the porch, took off my shoes, and stepped inside.

I knew something was wrong. All my other classmates who were in this house were huddled around the couch, except for Richard, who was still at dinner.

"What's wrong?" I asked Keanan. His eyes were wide and he shivered with fright.

"Werewolf!" Keanan stammered. "Out the window!" The other kids cowered in fright.

"There's no such thing as werewolves, ghosts, or anything else you've seen in movies!" I said.

"Prove it!" one of the others shouted. The light flickered. We were bathed in total darkness. Then the light came on, bright as usual. Keanan screamed. That set everyone else off. I knew there was no such thing as ghosts, but my heart was hammering all the same. I burst out of the door and ran back down the path.

Thankfully, I ran right into the last boy in my house, Richard.

"Don't go back in there!" I panted. "They're screaming and terrifying themselves!" We continued to walk back to the house, number 25. Richard sighed.

"Why do you think I wear a bracelet with 9 crosses on it?" he muttered. I  saw a flash of silver on his wrist shaped like a cross.

We arrived back at the house. I reached for the handle, but the door opened from the inside.

"Boo." I said as the door opened. Keanan screamed. He was clutching the doorknob. He ran back to the couch and sat down.

A minute later, Richard and I had managed to calm most of the kids down. And then,
SCRATCH, SCRATCH, SCRATCH.

Keanan and the others went into hysterics. A noise like claws on wood was coming from the door. Keanan and my friend Tucker dove behind the refrigerator.

"Don't kill me!" Keanan whispered. I was frozen, right in the middle of the living room. I was too suprised to move. I had been so convinced that monsters didn't exist...

The door flew open.

My teacher, Mr. Mike, stood at the doorway, grinning. I collapsed on the couch, breathing hard. The others came out of hiding. We all laughed, but it was a strained laugh.

We divided the rooms. The people who weren't scared got to sleep upstairs. The people who were slept downstairs. I slept downstairs. I wasn't scared, I just knew that the upstairs had no heat.

6 kids in 3 beds. Wow.

I slept near the end of the bed, in between Tucker and Keanan. We had 5 minutes of silence. I was drifting off, and then...

"So guys, what should we talk about?" Keanan whispered. I groaned. "Look at the curtains," he said. "You see how they're open just a sliver? And it's making that light on the wall? That's scary." A small beam of light hung on the wall. "And you see that mirror?" he asked. "It's not reflecting!" He whimpered.

"You see that picture in the mirror?" I grumbled. "It's the one right above your head."

"So it is." Keanan muttered in fascination.

"The closet is scarier than a mirror," Tucker whispered. "And I'm next to it." I heard Keanan gulp. He reached for something under the blankets.

A noise like a chip bag being opened, and a crunch came from next to me.

"Keanan, are you eating?" This was another boy, Matthew. The last boy, JeJe, laughed.

"Mm hmm." Keanan said.

"Put it away," Tucker whispered harshly. "Or I'll tell Mr. Mike."

"You wouldn't." Keanan was wide eyed.

"Oh, I would." Tucker whispered. Keanan slipped the bag back under the pillows.

We had a couple minutes of silence after that. All of the sudden, something snapped outside our window. Tucker and Keanan grabbed the sheets and covered themselves from view.

A couple hours later, I was still tying to sleep. Richard and JeJe were snoring, and Keanan and Matthew had been having a quiet conversation. Tucker lay perfectly still.

"Tucker, you awake?" Keanan whispered. A grumble came from Tucker's side of the bed. "How about we tell funny stories to make us sleep!" Keanan said. If you readers already know this, funny stories make you laugh, and laughing wakes you up.

"What time is it?" Matthew asked. Keanan's watch glowed.

"11:49." he said.

"I want to tell a story first," Tucker said. "So, um... There was a man, and... DID YOU SEE THAT?" Tucker sat bolt upright, his eyes wide in terror, his shaking hand pointing to the window. "I saw, I saw... A hand! Outside the window!"

"That's not true," I muttered.

"Must have been a butterfly." Tucker said.

12:00.

"I'm scared." Keanan whispered. "Did you guys see the schedule? It said 'Lights Out', at 10:00! Do you know what happens in between 10 o'clock and 12 o'clock?"

"You turn into a werewolf?" Matthew asked.

"No, but werewolves turn into werwolves at 12!" he spluttered. Then, something happened. A scream split the silence. Keanan uttered a silent scream of his own.

2:00, AM. I finally fell asleep.

I hope you enjoyed my story, I will be publishing it on December 29, 2016, look for it in stores! Just kidding, I'm not going to publish this. But don't worry, I am an author. I hope I will be able to print some of my stories, including The Wonders of Science, The War of the 4 Armies, and The Bikers of Taman Mediterranean Golf (The Bikers of Taman Mediterranean Golf is not yet the official name of the book).

Okay, enough about my books. Let's talk about something else: How about, Thanksgiving.

Thanksgiving at the Admiraals house. I'm in the orange shirt.

We actually had 2 Thanksgiving parties. How awesome is that? About as awesome as me, but maybe not that awesome.

Thanksgiving with the Bittners. I'm wearing red, Ty's in blue,
Zeek Bittner is in green, and Isaiah Bittner in black.

So, I had an awesome Thanksgiving. And one of the best parts? When Thanksgiving is over, you get to transition to Christmas. Thanksgiving at the Bittner's went from eating chicken instead of turkey, to sucking on candy canes while watching a Christmas movie. 

Candy canes at Thanksgiving? Why not!

So this wraps up my second entry. I hope you enjoyed it, and if you did, look for The Wonders of Science, The War of the 4 Armies, and The Bikers of Taman Mediterranean Golf in stores near you, in about, I don't know, um, maybe ten or so years. 

Ok, let's say this is the end of the entry. Ending in 3... 2... 1... 0....................................................

Koen's Entry

Hi everyone! This is Koen Davies.

Me, Mom, Dad, Bryce and Mr. Kuiper

In this picture, you can see me, the one in the green shirt on the left.
Things around here are way different than they are in Michigan. I'm pretty much one out of ten to fifteen kids at my school who has hair that's not black! So anyway, to business.

The kids at Krakatau

About a month ago we went to an island called Krakatau (Pronounced Crack-a-t-ow). Krakatau is also the name of the active volcano that's also on the island. So we camped there for only a night, which was great, because they gave us stone hard mat to sleep on, and the tent was small, and I can tell you, black sand is not as soft as it looks. We went with the Kuipers, the Huizengas, the Fehrs, the Hansens and the Aadmirals. We swam in the ocean and me, Claira Kuipers, Claire Huizinga and Faith Fehr jumped off the boat. Bryce Kuipers almost did it, but he chickened out in the end. Avaleigh Hansen also jumped in a few times, and her brother Luke came up once. After that we hiked up, not to the top, but to the top of a hill near by the volcano. It was very windy up there. Above is picture of the kids on the hill.

Left to Right: Back Row: Luke, Me. Front Row: Bryce, Tysen

Here's a picture of the boys at the restaurant on the island next to Krakatau. In the top right corner is me, Koen. Beside me in the blue shirt is Tysen, in front of Ty in the white shirt is Bryce Kuipers, and on Bryce's other side is Luke Hansen.

Jurassic Park, Universal Studios

The next weekend, we went to Singapore for our work visas. But we didn't have to work or anything, so we flew to Singapore along with the Bittners and the Fehrs. I had planned for a nice hotel, but we got a little room with two bunk beds and no bathroom. So the first night wasn't exactly my style. But the next day we went to Universal Studios. One of my friends in America asked me what was Universal Studios was in email, so I'll just give out the answer. Picture Disney Land in your head. Then think of Disney Land with Transformers, Jurassic Park, Shrek, Puss in Boots and Madagascar. That's what Universal Studios is. Tysen's and my favorite part was Jurassic Park. There were statues of dinosaurs, and they had a "real" Velociraptor. We went on the Transformers ride, which is supposed to be the best ride there. They set up the waiting area like the Autobot base, it had the Autobot symbol everywhere and TVs that tell you the safety rules, except they made it seem like it was connected with Transformers. When we actually got on the ride, they made you wear 3D glasses so it would be realistic. So we got on and the cart turned the corner and I heard blaster fire. Like some people got machine guns and had a war. Apparently the ride had 360 degree screens with a sort of movie on it. So then I see transformers starting to shoot at each other, and all of the sudden a Decipticon dog thing jump onto the hood of our car. It was kind of like this for the rest of the ride. And I covered my eyes when Megatron appeared and starts trying to kill you. And then there's also a part in the ride where you drive off the top of a skyscraper. Megatron tried to jump and catch us, and I thought it was the end. But, it wasn't because obviously I wouldn't be typing this if it had been. So, we barely survived that ride.

Attack of the Velociraptor

The day after that, we went to the zoo. We saw the white tiger, the cheetahs, and many other animals. Dad and I named a few of them. The polar bear is now The Murder Teddy, the white tiger is the Albino Death Kitty, the lion is Death Kitty, and the cheetahs are The Rocket Kitties.

So after that we came back to Jakarta and went back to school. Not very exciting. 

The End!

Indonesian Independence Day!!!

August 17, 2016

Wednesday, August 17th is Independence Day in Indonesia! That meant a day off from school on Wednesday and celebrations on Thursday! Thursday morning was a formal two-hour ceremony for the school: songs, ceremony, flag raising, and prayer. I wish I'd thought to take pictures of the impressive ceremony, yet looking back, I don't feel that it would have been appropriate. I didn't understand a good portion of the ceremony as it was in Bahasa and I'm not quite fluent (ha!), but the sincerity and pride accompanying the ceremony spoke volumes. I did find it a little ironic that there I stood, a little Dutch girl, celebrating Indonesia's independence from the Dutch.

The junior school had a separate ceremony and then they went out on the field for house competitions. The students at SPH are divided into four school houses: Meropi, Krakatau, Kintamoni, and Bromo. Each of the houses is named for a famous volcano in Indonesia. Throughout the year, houses compete against each other in a variety of ways and accumulate points. Our family is part of Meropi! I had a free period during the house competitions, so I ventured out on the school fields to find my kids. Don't they look adorable?

Brielle is the core of the group--giggling all the way.

PULL!!!

Filling the bucket one sponge-full at a time.

View of the Junior School games from my classroom window.

Everyone wore red tops and white bottoms to represent the Indonesian flag. Usually, kids wear their team colors on competition days which means green for us!

The competitions consisted of relays, races, and tug-of-war. The senior school also had a house competition in the afternoon. Teams wore house colors and participated in trivia alongside races, relays, and tug-of-war. What a celebration!

Prayers for us:
-Praise for a day off from school--a much needed break!
-Continued prayers as we settle into this school system and community.
-Prayers for good friends, especially for Koen, Tysen, and Brielle.

Third Week Thoughts

August 13, 2016

My intentions of keeping this blog current haven't been realistic. I jot notes on what we've done along the way, and I often think of writing, but I just haven't had the time to devote to it. Being prepared for my classes each seems more pressing than documenting our life here. So here I sit, almost a month after these events, writing. Better late than never, but I'm sure I'll miss a few important details.

Our fish, Brielle, swimming in the rain.

SPH has a number of after school sports clubs, and the swimming club sounded good to Brielle. She went for a swimming evaluation on a raining afternoon. The fact that it was raining may seem insignificant, but the pools are all outdoor! She'll join the beginner class next week every Tuesday after school; she's thrilled!

We asked each of the kids to choose at least one sport to participate in, so Koen selected basketball. He played on his 5th grade team at GRCMS and enjoyed playing with some great guys and even winning the championship! This season has started out a bit rockier. About 30 5th & 6th grade boys came out for the team. Between the large number of players and a new, inexperienced(?) coach, he's not as excited about it.

Tysen chose to join the badminton club at school. It hasn't begun yet, but he's enthusiastic about learning this sport after playing it in backyards over the summer!

Lanterns at the school picnic.

Lanterns at the school picnic.

The school student council hosted a Friday night barbeque which was fabulous way to end the week. It was so well attended that they ran out of food! It's a good problem to have! I met Seth and the kids there after my first Indonesian pedicure and cream bath. My lovely neighbor, Ceri, invited me to join her at the salon for some pampering after another long week at school; what a wonderful way to relax! While most of you are familiar with a pedicure, a cream bath may have you envisioning bathtubs of luxurious cream. Nope! A cream bath is a hair treatment and involves a conditioning hair therapy and a relaxing head massage. Amazing. It was the first time since                                          school started that I forgot to worry about something!

Fresh coconut!

Saturdays seem to be social swimming time. Many families head to the school pool to cool off, play, relax, and catch up. We unexpectedly stayed about 4 hours this particular Saturday--much longer than usual! Mr. Rod, our next door neighbor, arrived at the pool and demonstrated his tree climbing skills, scaling a palm tree to collect two coconuts. He shared the treats with us as we chatted with his wife and boys. Our unexpected lengthy stay at the pool resulted in some pretty severe sun burns. Ouch! Thankfully, we have an aloe plant growing in the backyard!

Ouch!

Remember our disappointing visit to the movies last weekend? We tried again this weekend and successfully viewed Ice Age Collision Course! This movie experience is like no movie theater I've ever visited! It caters to kids. You buy a ticket for a certain time, but that isn't the time the movie begins. The movie begins an hour after the start time; the start time is when you show up for the play area! Our kids sprinted around the obstacles and slid down the slides numerous times before we put our food order in. The food was then delivered to us once the movie began. What service! The only downside was the seating. The kids had their hearts set on sitting in the popular beanbag chairs, or even the couches, but both seating options had already sold out, so we were "stuck" with traditional movie theater seats.

Play area!

A slide right into the theater!

Our friend, Claira, Brielle, Tysen, and Koen

Zip line!

The cushy orange bean bag chairs--
maybe next time we can sit there!

On a side note, do you remember that Koen's recovering from poison ivy? That, combined with the extra sun earlier in the day, made his face extremely flushed. When we entered the movie theater, the attendants stopped him and used a hand-held device to scan his eyes. Seth and I puzzled over what that meant for a minute before Claira, who's lived here for a year, explained that they were scanning him for diseases! Thank goodness he passed the movie attendants' health exam. Crazy!

Sunday brought us to church once again. It's quite powerful to worship the one true God in Indonesia with fellow believers. There are two local English services near us, so we've visited each a few times, still unsure where we see ourselves weekly. One is connected with the local Christian college and one is a church plant originating in Ann Arbor, MI. It's odd that though the services are quite different from each other they each offer aspects of familiarity and home. There are two other options in Jakarta, but we have yet to experience worship there. Many people travel into the city to worship, but it is a commitment as the weekend traffic makes the commute longer than usual.

I finally got to bake! Not only did the delicious aroma of banana bread linger around the house for the afternoon, making it smell like home, I took time to do something I enjoy doing! It was the perfect break from school work.


Prayers for us:
-Pray for us to settle into a church community.
-Thanks for opportunities for the kids like swimming, basketball, and badminton. Pray that each of our kids learns new skills and enjoys doing so!
-Pray that we don't live our lives by comparing ourselves to others. This prayer request is probably more for Valerie than for anyone else. Help us to remember that God has blessed us each with different gifts vital to His work and pray that we use our gifts to our fullest potential!

Creating Our Own Fun

August 6, 2016

Not surprisingly, we were ready for the weekend! Our first outing on Saturday was to the free garage sale--that's right, FREE! Families who had moved away, and even a few who had stayed, donated a bunch of stuff, and it was all free for new families! We grabbed home decor, a chair, dishes, books, movies, shoes, extra school uniforms, hangers, storage shelves, a bike, and a grill! Grills are expensive and hard to come by, so we were thrilled with it! It needs a little TLC and then we'll be grillin' up some good food! We appreciated the thoughtfulness and the people behind this event; we found so many items that helped our house feel like a home.

Feasting with friends.

Our plan for the afternoon was to enjoy the new Ice Age Collision Course movie with friends at the local movie theater. Unfortunately, when we arrived to purchase the tickets 90 minutes before the show, it was sold out! We had some bummed out kids on our hands. Plan B: race to the grocery store and pick up tons of yummy snacks, race to the basement of the mall and buy Ice Age 3, and race home to try it out on our new TV and DVD player. Plan B for the win! The kids' excitement restored, we settled in to giggle together and stuff ourselves silly with snacks.

It took us a while to find it in the store,
but we had popcorn with our movie!

 To round out the weekend, we ate at Pizza Hut. I've never seen Tandoori chicken on the menu in the states though!

Tandoori chicken at Pizza Hut!

Tysen stuck with traditional pizza.

Prayers for us:
-We are thankful for the friends we've made here!
-Thankfulness for the generosity of others!
-For a better grasp of understanding on the curriculum and assessments the school uses.