I have to confess, this post comes directly from other missionaries at my home church in Ann Arbor. Their post on the subject re-stirred something in me that I have felt for some time, and also gave me the great link I'll include further down. I also want to say that I wrote this post mostly for myself, mostly to remind myself of just how rich I really am...
It's very easy in this season of giving (and getting) to feel like we don't have very much. We easily focus on what we don't have or would like to be able to afford to give to our families. And even though I see the Black Friday pictures of people walking out of Walmart at midnight with 3 gigantic TV's and think, I would never be so obsessed we all still do it in our own ways. Every year families go into debt in order to buy their children happiness or prove their love or friendship. Every year after Christmas, after receiving a large collection of gifts, we go back to the stores to take advantage of the after-Christmas sales, because- we still don't have enough.
You can click on this link to the Global Rich List to see where you fall globally based on your annual income. A missionary salary puts me in the top 10%. And that's just salary, it doesn't include the health insurance benefits or other benefits that come with my job- both financial and otherwise. What do I give up to serve abroad? Not much. Even in Argentina, where my small stipend didn't even qualify me to pay US taxes, I was in the top 14% worldwide. I have traveled to and visited a host of countries. I have a helper that cleans my house for me once per week. I can afford to buy special treats at the expensive grocery store full of imported foods (there aren't many foods I have to go without here). I work and sleep in AC every day. I have more food than I can eat and more clothes than I can wear. I get to learn languages and interact with people from many different cultures. I have a safe and comfortable home. I have resources beyond imagination. I am rich.
I think it is especially easy for missionaries to think that we are "poor" simply because we often have less than expats in the corporate and diplomatic communities, but the truth is, we still have more than just about everyone in the countries where we serve (with the exceptions of those who serve in the US and Western Europe I would think). Our definition of "less" is still far more than most of the world's definition of "more". It's an easy trap to fall into- no matter how much we have there is always someone who has more. But you don't have to look around very hard or read many news stories to see that we actually have far more than we need- even in comparison to many Americans.
Perhaps this Christmas, as we pause to celebrate the gift of God's Son to the world, we can also consider how we can be Christ's hands and feet in that same world today. Heifer International and World Vision have some great ways for us to do that! Not sure what to get the person who has everything (or the person who has to fit everything into a suitcase)? Try a goat or a chicken...
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Monday, December 12, 2011
Waiting
Waiting is a big part of this time of year: kids wait for Christmas morning to come, parents wait for Christmas morning to be over, teachers and students alike wait for school to end, workers wait for their holidays, shoppers wait for the sales and salespeople wait for their commissions.
I'm doing a lot of waiting myself right now. Waiting for the last few days of school to pass. Waiting to find my niche in Thailand. Waiting to see my family and friends next week. Waiting to settle into a church. Waiting to start at Nak Suu in January. Waiting to go to Argentina next summer. Waiting for friendships to grow. I'm not very good at waiting. Impatience characterizes me much more so than patience, I'm afraid.
But I was reminded this morning in my Bible study of how important it is to wait on God. When I try to take things into my own hands, I mess things up, and sometimes in rather spectacular ways. But when I wait on God, I find that not only is the result better, but that the process can have its benefits as well. I was reminded today that God operates outside of time, that for him a day is like a thousand years and a thousand years are like a day. He is never early, never late, never too quick, never too slow. For thousands of years the Jewish people waited for the Messiah, and now we wait for his return. We wait for the day when there is no more death or mourning or crying or pain. We wait for every knee to bow and every tongue confess. We wait to see a gathering of all the nations praising God together. But what a comfort it is to know that our waiting is not in vain.
These last crazy days of the semester will eventually end. I will in fact carve out my place here in Thailand. I will see my family and friends next week. I will choose a church and be able to settle in and connect there. Nak Suu will start back up. July's trip to Argentina will come. My friendships will continue to grow and deepen with time. And by then, I'm sure, I'll have a whole new list of things to wait for.
I'm doing a lot of waiting myself right now. Waiting for the last few days of school to pass. Waiting to find my niche in Thailand. Waiting to see my family and friends next week. Waiting to settle into a church. Waiting to start at Nak Suu in January. Waiting to go to Argentina next summer. Waiting for friendships to grow. I'm not very good at waiting. Impatience characterizes me much more so than patience, I'm afraid.
But I was reminded this morning in my Bible study of how important it is to wait on God. When I try to take things into my own hands, I mess things up, and sometimes in rather spectacular ways. But when I wait on God, I find that not only is the result better, but that the process can have its benefits as well. I was reminded today that God operates outside of time, that for him a day is like a thousand years and a thousand years are like a day. He is never early, never late, never too quick, never too slow. For thousands of years the Jewish people waited for the Messiah, and now we wait for his return. We wait for the day when there is no more death or mourning or crying or pain. We wait for every knee to bow and every tongue confess. We wait to see a gathering of all the nations praising God together. But what a comfort it is to know that our waiting is not in vain.
These last crazy days of the semester will eventually end. I will in fact carve out my place here in Thailand. I will see my family and friends next week. I will choose a church and be able to settle in and connect there. Nak Suu will start back up. July's trip to Argentina will come. My friendships will continue to grow and deepen with time. And by then, I'm sure, I'll have a whole new list of things to wait for.
Friday, December 9, 2011
Nak Suu Rugby Academy
Yep, you read that right. This post is about a rugby academy. This is where I was last Saturday, and where I'll be most Saturday's next semester. But I will not be there teaching rugby :)
Nak Suu is a ministry of Youth With A Mission (YWAM) in Thailand. It is a rugby program for kids from children's homes and slum communities in Bangkok. The program includes learning to play rugby and being a part of a team, but it also includes life skills, evangelism, lunch, and English class- that's where I come in. Next semester I'll be teaching the English lessons. On Saturday I went to check things out and get a better idea of what I would have to work with as I plan my lessons.
I had an awesome time! Around 70 kids attended last week and after getting everyone signed in and reviewing the rules, they were split into two groups based on age. The younger kids went off to the rugby field (with people who, you know, can teach rugby) while the older kids stayed for their English lesson and then a project about the fruits of the spirit. I had a great time interacting with the kids. One thing that was awesome was that I got to use my Thai! There was a visiting YWAM mission team there, who didn't know any Thai, so it made me feel quite helpful in that regard. The kids mostly understood me and I mostly understood them, when they were talking to me. Their chit-chat? Not yet :) After an hour, the groups switched and we redid the lessons with the younger kids. After that they were served lunch and then headed home.
To be honest, I was pretty hesitant to make this commitment. When I was looking for somewhere to volunteer with local kids a few months back, I was thinking of roughly once per month. What I found was a Clare-shaped hole at Nak Suu that needed someone around 3 times a month. But I spent time praying about it and have really felt called to bring this particular gift that God has given me (teaching) to these particular kids. All of last year in the States God and I were dealing with this issue of not just giving, but giving sacrificially. I read so many books and saw so many situations where people were called to give beyond the norm, and it inspired me. So when I went to pray about this opportunity, what God said was, Clare, this is your chance to give, not just out of your abundance, but to give sacrificially. Yes, it will cut into your sleep. And your social life. Yes, there will be weeks you'd rather do something else. But for this time and season, this is where I want you.
After visiting last Saturday, I am very excited to start. I'm also excited to pick up some basic ESL materials in the States, at least to get some fun ideas. I have not been able to get the Nak Suu website to work, but this is the Ark International page on the YWAM site, and Nak Suu is a part of Ark. There is also an article about a tournament that Nak Suu was able to enter.
Please pray for me as I take on this added responsibility. Pray for physical strength and energy on Saturdays, for quick progress in Thai so that I can communicate more with the kids, and for wisdom as I plan what and how to teach them. Please also prayerfully consider donating to their program through the YWAM site. I'll try to talk to the director soon to see if there is another website that will work better as well. Thanks!!
Nak Suu is a ministry of Youth With A Mission (YWAM) in Thailand. It is a rugby program for kids from children's homes and slum communities in Bangkok. The program includes learning to play rugby and being a part of a team, but it also includes life skills, evangelism, lunch, and English class- that's where I come in. Next semester I'll be teaching the English lessons. On Saturday I went to check things out and get a better idea of what I would have to work with as I plan my lessons.
I had an awesome time! Around 70 kids attended last week and after getting everyone signed in and reviewing the rules, they were split into two groups based on age. The younger kids went off to the rugby field (with people who, you know, can teach rugby) while the older kids stayed for their English lesson and then a project about the fruits of the spirit. I had a great time interacting with the kids. One thing that was awesome was that I got to use my Thai! There was a visiting YWAM mission team there, who didn't know any Thai, so it made me feel quite helpful in that regard. The kids mostly understood me and I mostly understood them, when they were talking to me. Their chit-chat? Not yet :) After an hour, the groups switched and we redid the lessons with the younger kids. After that they were served lunch and then headed home.
To be honest, I was pretty hesitant to make this commitment. When I was looking for somewhere to volunteer with local kids a few months back, I was thinking of roughly once per month. What I found was a Clare-shaped hole at Nak Suu that needed someone around 3 times a month. But I spent time praying about it and have really felt called to bring this particular gift that God has given me (teaching) to these particular kids. All of last year in the States God and I were dealing with this issue of not just giving, but giving sacrificially. I read so many books and saw so many situations where people were called to give beyond the norm, and it inspired me. So when I went to pray about this opportunity, what God said was, Clare, this is your chance to give, not just out of your abundance, but to give sacrificially. Yes, it will cut into your sleep. And your social life. Yes, there will be weeks you'd rather do something else. But for this time and season, this is where I want you.
After visiting last Saturday, I am very excited to start. I'm also excited to pick up some basic ESL materials in the States, at least to get some fun ideas. I have not been able to get the Nak Suu website to work, but this is the Ark International page on the YWAM site, and Nak Suu is a part of Ark. There is also an article about a tournament that Nak Suu was able to enter.
Please pray for me as I take on this added responsibility. Pray for physical strength and energy on Saturdays, for quick progress in Thai so that I can communicate more with the kids, and for wisdom as I plan what and how to teach them. Please also prayerfully consider donating to their program through the YWAM site. I'll try to talk to the director soon to see if there is another website that will work better as well. Thanks!!
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Light and Momentary Troubles.
Note: I tried a new blog template for a few days there, and there were things I liked about it, but it also bugged me. So I'm back to the original template and it will stay that way unless there is an outcry from the readership to go to the new template.
Wow. 5 1/2 days of school left in the semester. I should say, only 5 days because the last half day is a class party and grade level party (gag). I'm all for Christmas, but I hate class parties- it's one of the main reasons I don't teach elementary school. All that hyped-up craziness. Shoot me now.
In a mere 12 days, I will be home for Christmas, and I can't wait. It's good to be home for Christmas anytime, but this year has a few extra special things. For one, I have just learned that both of my best friends from high school will be with their families in Michigan for Christmas this year- the same time all three of us will be together since one of their weddings in May 2007. In addition, in the 6 months since I left two of my other friends' little boys have turned 2 and started to talk. They are both characters and I CANNOT WAIT to hear what they have to say :) But perhaps the best reason of all, besides the usual greatness of seeing family and friends, is that I could really use a break.
I love Thailand. I like living here. I like my job. I am glad that I came here and I can see God's fingerprints all over it. But, it's also been really hard. In many ways, harder than Argentina- for a million reasons. Moving overseas is never easy, but rarely have I been so glad to put any 6 months of my life behind me. There have been many great moments and fun times and times of growth, don't get me wrong, but it's also been a semester of challenge and turmoil and humility (nothing humbles you faster than not knowing anything) and crisis (aye the floods!) and sometimes even hurt.
Perhaps the strangest thing of all is that if I had to do it over again, I would do it over again. Not because I like pain, but because I believe that no matter how much it sucks some days, it is achieving purposes on many levels. I do believe that some day I'll get the hang of all the procedures our school has and won't feel like an idiot constantly when I have to ask for help. I believe that the work to learn Thai will pay off, that I will speak it and that it will be useful to me in life and in ministry (it was already helpful on Saturday!). I believe that friendship, which is sometimes slow and arduous and painful to build, will one blossom. I believe that one by one I will conquer the cultural systems around me (like the bank, where I need to go again tomorrow because I lost my ATM card again). And, I believe that all of these light and momentary troubles are indeed achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. I am not here for myself or for my happiness, but to serve the king of King and lord of Lords, and if that means putting up with some of this stuff for awhile, so be it.
So yeah, even if I limp to the end of the semester dragging, even if I'm crabby with my students, even if the journey isn't always pleasant or pretty, I know that it's part of transition. Transition from the US to Thailand, from knowing and being known to being new and from temporary to eternal.
Wow. 5 1/2 days of school left in the semester. I should say, only 5 days because the last half day is a class party and grade level party (gag). I'm all for Christmas, but I hate class parties- it's one of the main reasons I don't teach elementary school. All that hyped-up craziness. Shoot me now.
In a mere 12 days, I will be home for Christmas, and I can't wait. It's good to be home for Christmas anytime, but this year has a few extra special things. For one, I have just learned that both of my best friends from high school will be with their families in Michigan for Christmas this year- the same time all three of us will be together since one of their weddings in May 2007. In addition, in the 6 months since I left two of my other friends' little boys have turned 2 and started to talk. They are both characters and I CANNOT WAIT to hear what they have to say :) But perhaps the best reason of all, besides the usual greatness of seeing family and friends, is that I could really use a break.
I love Thailand. I like living here. I like my job. I am glad that I came here and I can see God's fingerprints all over it. But, it's also been really hard. In many ways, harder than Argentina- for a million reasons. Moving overseas is never easy, but rarely have I been so glad to put any 6 months of my life behind me. There have been many great moments and fun times and times of growth, don't get me wrong, but it's also been a semester of challenge and turmoil and humility (nothing humbles you faster than not knowing anything) and crisis (aye the floods!) and sometimes even hurt.
Perhaps the strangest thing of all is that if I had to do it over again, I would do it over again. Not because I like pain, but because I believe that no matter how much it sucks some days, it is achieving purposes on many levels. I do believe that some day I'll get the hang of all the procedures our school has and won't feel like an idiot constantly when I have to ask for help. I believe that the work to learn Thai will pay off, that I will speak it and that it will be useful to me in life and in ministry (it was already helpful on Saturday!). I believe that friendship, which is sometimes slow and arduous and painful to build, will one blossom. I believe that one by one I will conquer the cultural systems around me (like the bank, where I need to go again tomorrow because I lost my ATM card again). And, I believe that all of these light and momentary troubles are indeed achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. I am not here for myself or for my happiness, but to serve the king of King and lord of Lords, and if that means putting up with some of this stuff for awhile, so be it.
So yeah, even if I limp to the end of the semester dragging, even if I'm crabby with my students, even if the journey isn't always pleasant or pretty, I know that it's part of transition. Transition from the US to Thailand, from knowing and being known to being new and from temporary to eternal.
Monday, December 5, 2011
Christmas Cookies
I have several blog posts in my head right now, just waiting to be written. My Saturday, for sure, is going to be written at some point. But not right now. Instead I will bore you with more mundane details about baking overseas. And maybe some other random things that are floating around my head today.
I was able to spend the afternoon baking because today is the king's birthday, which means it is a big holiday and we all get the day off. For some reason I decided I would spend this delightful sunny afternoon attempting to make Christmas cookies. Now, some time ago I blogged about my first try at chocolate chip cookies. Disaster. The second batch come out much better after some recipe tweaking- not perfect, but better. So I'm not really sure what made me think that these two new Christmas cookie recipes were going to be as easy as they sounded.
For starters, I was a bit limited by ingredients, utensils, and motivation. Ingredients because I couldn't find powdered sugar or chopped nuts. Utensils because I don't have a food processor to chop up whole nuts or even a great knife to try to mince them without mincing my fingers. Motivation because I wasn't willing to haul to the import grocery store at a different mall that would have surely had both of the above.
So I went with the peanut butter cookies with the Hershey's kiss in the middle and the thumbprint cookies with jam in them. I started with the peanut butter cookies but the dough wasn't forming quite right. I am guessing it was either the brown sugar (every country has their own definition of brown sugar) or the butter. But in either case, the dough was more like like drop cookie dough than roll cookie dough. So I couldn't roll them, just drop them. So you know, I bake them up and put the kisses in them and they look okay. And then I tasted some dough off the spoon and it tasted funny. So I ate a cookie and sure enough it tasted funny. I can't quite put my finger on it.
The thumbprint cookies went together surprisingly easily, even if it took ages to get the butter and sugar "light and fluffy" with nothing but a wooden spoon. The dough was the right consistency- yeah :) I couldn't roll them in nuts as called for (see above) so I thought I'd roll them in sugar, because you know, what cookie isn't better rolled in sugar? They look great and taste pretty good, but are a bit dry. Not sure why. And they would definitely taste better with a little nutty flavor on top. Ah well.
My plan with making Christmas cookies, with making any cookies really, is to give them away. My sweet tooth is just too big and powerful to tolerate them being in my house more than overnight. So the question is, what to do with the peanut butter cookies which are not quite as they should be but still look okay. Give 'em away anyway? Even the first few that seems just a tad under baked? Try to find someone just honest enough to tell me if they really are bad?
I sure do miss baking with my friends in Michigan. For one, they have completely stocked kitchens. No substitutions necessary. Although I believe one of them is out a cookie press after last year's cookie extravaganza. That's my fault. Would love to have some Mrs. Trella's cookies, or even Pfefferneuse, but if I can't manage a simple peanut butter cookie there is no way I am trying either of those. Guess I'll just have to eat a double portion on Christmas Day. Darn.
I was able to spend the afternoon baking because today is the king's birthday, which means it is a big holiday and we all get the day off. For some reason I decided I would spend this delightful sunny afternoon attempting to make Christmas cookies. Now, some time ago I blogged about my first try at chocolate chip cookies. Disaster. The second batch come out much better after some recipe tweaking- not perfect, but better. So I'm not really sure what made me think that these two new Christmas cookie recipes were going to be as easy as they sounded.
For starters, I was a bit limited by ingredients, utensils, and motivation. Ingredients because I couldn't find powdered sugar or chopped nuts. Utensils because I don't have a food processor to chop up whole nuts or even a great knife to try to mince them without mincing my fingers. Motivation because I wasn't willing to haul to the import grocery store at a different mall that would have surely had both of the above.
So I went with the peanut butter cookies with the Hershey's kiss in the middle and the thumbprint cookies with jam in them. I started with the peanut butter cookies but the dough wasn't forming quite right. I am guessing it was either the brown sugar (every country has their own definition of brown sugar) or the butter. But in either case, the dough was more like like drop cookie dough than roll cookie dough. So I couldn't roll them, just drop them. So you know, I bake them up and put the kisses in them and they look okay. And then I tasted some dough off the spoon and it tasted funny. So I ate a cookie and sure enough it tasted funny. I can't quite put my finger on it.
The thumbprint cookies went together surprisingly easily, even if it took ages to get the butter and sugar "light and fluffy" with nothing but a wooden spoon. The dough was the right consistency- yeah :) I couldn't roll them in nuts as called for (see above) so I thought I'd roll them in sugar, because you know, what cookie isn't better rolled in sugar? They look great and taste pretty good, but are a bit dry. Not sure why. And they would definitely taste better with a little nutty flavor on top. Ah well.
My plan with making Christmas cookies, with making any cookies really, is to give them away. My sweet tooth is just too big and powerful to tolerate them being in my house more than overnight. So the question is, what to do with the peanut butter cookies which are not quite as they should be but still look okay. Give 'em away anyway? Even the first few that seems just a tad under baked? Try to find someone just honest enough to tell me if they really are bad?
I sure do miss baking with my friends in Michigan. For one, they have completely stocked kitchens. No substitutions necessary. Although I believe one of them is out a cookie press after last year's cookie extravaganza. That's my fault. Would love to have some Mrs. Trella's cookies, or even Pfefferneuse, but if I can't manage a simple peanut butter cookie there is no way I am trying either of those. Guess I'll just have to eat a double portion on Christmas Day. Darn.
I love winter!
At least, I love winter in Bangkok :)
Here are a few of the things I love about winter:
Here are a few of the things I love about winter:
- Sometimes in the morning the air is cool.
- I don't need to carry my umbrella everywhere I go, as it rarely rains.
- Sometimes, I can wear jeans without getting all sweaty.
- I can run before the sun goes down. Or I could. I've not been particularly motivated to run recently. :(
- For 2 nights running I have slept without the AC, with fresh air and breezes streaming in the windows. Of course, light and noise also stream in that way, so I've taken to sleeping with my ear plugs and eye cover and now it's awesome.
- I can drink tea in the afternoon without breaking out into a sweat.
- I don't sweat just sitting in my apartment with the fan on.
- My hair is not always a bit jumble of insanity.
Friday, December 2, 2011
The Fast Lanes
It's surprising, really, that this is the first time I've sat down to blog about Bangkok traffic, considering that Bangkok is among the worst cities in the world for traffic jams. Okay, maybe I did rant and rave about a particular taxi ride a while back, but that was more about him and the experience than about our hour long traffic jam. Anyway, traffic here is bad. Really bad. Bad enough that people plan their lives around it- they arrive at work and school early to avoid it, or dive home late at night, or go totally out of their way to avoid the worst areas and routes.
Today, I would like to tell you about riding the bus home, in the fast lanes. But first, I will have to explain this monstrosity of a road that I live off of. I'd like you to picture for a moment, a smallish freeway, say US23. Then, just outside of that, add Woodward, or for my Bs As readers, Centenario. It's set up like "express lanes" and "local lanes" of US freeways. (This is why missing your turn is so annoying, you can't just turn around and go the other way) There are periodic 'exits' for you to go back and forth between the two. At 5:30, when I was coming home from downtown, the local lanes were gridlocked, like always. The buses always drive in the local lanes because they, you know, need to stop at the stops to let people on and off.
Well, apparently my bus driver was not in the mood to sit in traffic. As soon as we turned onto this main road, he got in the center fast lanes. As we sped past the traffic jam, I was thinking that hopefully no one would need to get off before the next exit. Except he didn't rejoin the locked up local lanes after the next exit. We started to approach a very busy stop in front of the mall and I thoughts, okay, now he's going to exit so he can stop. Nope. He just pulled onto the narrow shoulder and let people off- people that now needed to cross a median and then several lanes of traffic. I started getting really curious, and slightly nervous as we were approaching my stop- would I have to climb the median in my dress and then cross the busy road? Someone else rang the bell to get off and the driver did the same thing- pulled to the shoulder. At least this was a grassy median and not a 3 foot cement wall!
There is an exit right at my stop, and after I rang the bell, much to my delight, he exited to the local lanes. He didn't make my stop, of course, as he then had several lanes of traffic to cross before he could pull over to the side of the road, but at least he only overshot it by 200meters or so and I didn't have to do any climbing or crossing. I was greatly relieved, and rather entertained by the whole thing.
And, a completely unrelated side note: I left my ATM card in the machine today. That's right. After 15 years of ATM banking without ever needing to replace a card, I have needed a replacement card two times in a matter of three week. Now I have to go back to the bank yet again next week for a new one. Brilliant.
Today, I would like to tell you about riding the bus home, in the fast lanes. But first, I will have to explain this monstrosity of a road that I live off of. I'd like you to picture for a moment, a smallish freeway, say US23. Then, just outside of that, add Woodward, or for my Bs As readers, Centenario. It's set up like "express lanes" and "local lanes" of US freeways. (This is why missing your turn is so annoying, you can't just turn around and go the other way) There are periodic 'exits' for you to go back and forth between the two. At 5:30, when I was coming home from downtown, the local lanes were gridlocked, like always. The buses always drive in the local lanes because they, you know, need to stop at the stops to let people on and off.
Well, apparently my bus driver was not in the mood to sit in traffic. As soon as we turned onto this main road, he got in the center fast lanes. As we sped past the traffic jam, I was thinking that hopefully no one would need to get off before the next exit. Except he didn't rejoin the locked up local lanes after the next exit. We started to approach a very busy stop in front of the mall and I thoughts, okay, now he's going to exit so he can stop. Nope. He just pulled onto the narrow shoulder and let people off- people that now needed to cross a median and then several lanes of traffic. I started getting really curious, and slightly nervous as we were approaching my stop- would I have to climb the median in my dress and then cross the busy road? Someone else rang the bell to get off and the driver did the same thing- pulled to the shoulder. At least this was a grassy median and not a 3 foot cement wall!
There is an exit right at my stop, and after I rang the bell, much to my delight, he exited to the local lanes. He didn't make my stop, of course, as he then had several lanes of traffic to cross before he could pull over to the side of the road, but at least he only overshot it by 200meters or so and I didn't have to do any climbing or crossing. I was greatly relieved, and rather entertained by the whole thing.
And, a completely unrelated side note: I left my ATM card in the machine today. That's right. After 15 years of ATM banking without ever needing to replace a card, I have needed a replacement card two times in a matter of three week. Now I have to go back to the bank yet again next week for a new one. Brilliant.
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