Seattle Bound

From the time that the decision for me to leave was made, it was a scramble to figure out how to get me to a safer area. Thanks to Yoko, this hurdle became much more manageable. Yoko is the daughter to Pastor Hisashi and Junko, and she is a travel planner guru. She planned my trip to Korea, and has booked bus rides for me down to Yokohama a few times. This time, the travel arrangements were much more difficult because the transportation picture was very different then the other times she planned for me.

Due to the mass number of people trying to leave, trains not running, and the airport that was damaged by the tsunami, our options of finding a way out were limited. It was around 3:15 when we began to figure out a game plan for the first part of my journey. Our goal was to get me to the west side of Japan. There I would be safe from any earthquakes, but more importantly, it will bring me a safe distance from the radiation. We found an airport in the town of Tsuroka that flew to Haneda International Airport in Tokyo. According to Yoko, flying out of Tokyo would be the best way to go. I really wanted to leave town that night, just incase the radiation got worse. There was a flight leaving Tsuroka at 2pm the next day. Since that was the earliest I could head south, I said I’d take it. We checked the bus schedule and there was a bus leaving Sendai at 4:30. It was time to cram because now it was around 3:30 and I needed to go pack. I ran home and swapped some stuff from my emergency backpack for clothes. I ran back to the church were I quickly said my goodbyes to the Sasaki’s and my 3 friends at church, hopped in a car and headed for downtown.

We were already pushing my luck with this bus because it did not have reserved seating. We were praying that the line would not be too long. If I didn’t get on this bus, I wouldn’t be leaving town tonight. We got there around 4:20, and there were about 20 people in line in front of me. The bus dude seemed to think that there would be enough room for me. When the bus came, I said my last goodbyes to Yoko and Hiromitsu and found my seat. I was now on my way to Yamagata, and then I needed to get off and wait around a couple of hours for another bus that would take me up to Tsuroka. When I got on the bus in Sendai, I had no where I was going to sleep, but Yoko told me she would find a hotel for me to stay at and would email me the info once she had one reserved. While I was in Yamagata waiting for the next bus, I got an email of telling me the hotel that I was going to stay in for the night. Thank God I was able to get a place for the night, because Northern Japan was being hammered by a winter storm. It was -7 degrees centigrade and dumping snow.

Once I got all checked in at the hotel, I hopped online and tried to get in contact with my friend Billy. Billy, if you haven’t heard this sub-story, came out to visit me and was flying into Tokyo at the time of the earthquake. He then was rerouted to Nagoya, and unfortunately, we were unable to meet up. But, that was about to change. We had plans to meet each other at Haneda International Airport, and then figure out how to leave this country. We had heard that the US embassy was flying Americans out of Haneda and Narita international airport to “Asia Safe Zones.” We figured this would be the easiest way to get out. We began figuring out a game plan for the next day when I arrive in Tokyo. We wanted to figure out these US Embassy flights, but we knew that there would be TONS of people and probs TONS of people thinking the same thing as us. Anywho, I eventually went to sleep. I woke up bright and early at 6:00, went up and ate some breakfast and checked out of the Washington hotel (which I thought was a very fitting hotel for me to stay in). Because I didn’t want to get stuck waiting in super long lines, I thought it would be a good idea to get to the airport at 9:00 for my 2:00 flight. When I got there, I realized that it was a super small airport, and getting there that early was pointless, but I went inside to check it. As I was checking in, I noticed that there were 2 seats available on a 9:30 flight. Apparently it was no problem to switch to that flight. So, I called up Billy, told him that I would be in Tokyo at 10:30. And just like that, I was movin’ south.

It was great to finally see Billy, a little ironic that he met me at the airport, but it was good to finally meet up. I guess earlier that morning, Billy heard that the US embassy was flying Americans out to Taipei, Taiwan at 7pm that night, but only out of Narita airport. Since there was noting to loose, we thought we’d shoot for it, being that we had not plan at this point. So we hopped on a bus and traveled an hour and a half east to Narita International airport. Upon arrival, a sea of travelers and long lines met us. It was a bit overwhelming, but not as bad as the news was making it out to be. We looked around for these US Embassy people who were supposedly warring “bright eye catching orange vests.” We couldn’t find these people anywhere, so we started to ask around, but no body seemed to know what we were talking about. At some point we realized that we were wasting time trying to find the embassy people. So instead I started asking different airlines about flights out of the country. I was shocked to hear some of the prices they were asking for a one-way ticket back to America. The most expensive was $7,000. The average price for a one-way ticket was $6,500. It was time to slow down and think. Billy pulled out his computer and started looking at flights on orbits. Billy is another person who is super good at figuring travel stuff out and was able to find a flight on Air Canada that left the next night at 7:30.

Now that we had a way out of Japan, Oh, I should mention that Billy’s return ticket was scheduled to leave 2 hours before this one that I had just bought. We hadn’t really eaten much that day; so we decided to find a place to eat, and then find a hotel. The next morning we came back to the airport and waited around for a long, long time. I had plenty of time to get my family souvenirs, but I was becoming very anxious to just fly out. When I checked in, I found out that this flight was not direct to Vancouver like I originally though, we had to drop down at Osaka first. It wasn’t a big deal, but it just meant that I was going to be waiting around longer, thus delaying my arrival to Vancouver by 3 hours. Luckily I was able to sleep for a lot of the flight, so it went by pretty fast. It was great to finally arrive on North American soil. I was a customs and Immigration agent away from meeting my family. I’m almost home.

I have some sub stories from this main story that I won’t write about, so if you’d like to hear them, you can ask about my last meal in Japan, or Air Canada’s in flight entertainment. The most important part of this story is to see Gods faithfulness through it all. He was with me every step of the way, opened up all of the right doors, and most importantly brought me home safely. Now, not to sound braggy or anything, but as stressful sounding that this trip back may sound, I was not worried any step of the way. There is one reason for that. It was simply, God. I knew that if God wanted me to come back to Seattle, he would get me there. I was able to rely on him to take me every step of the way, so there was no reason for me to worry, or become stressed about what might happen next because I knew and had complete faith in God that he would protect me.

Learning how to live in the peace of God has been the most valuable learning experience of this past year. I have realized that if we listen to God’s voice, and do what he wants us to do, there is no reason at all to get worried. God has a plan for us, and he will bring us to the places that he wants us to be. That is such a great thing, because it is not our problem or our responsibility to know how we will get there. The only thing that we are responsible for is hearing and obeying Gods voice. God will provide everything else.

Radiation Can Create Difficult Decisions

When Wednesday night came to a close, the Sasaki’s and I had a very long decision about how we could use this earthquake to reach out to so many people that needed to feel Gods love and how we could continue to focus our efforts of outreaching to students now that my English classes would be put on hold. We also talked about my future in Japan through this disaster. I shared with them that I would stay and continue to be a support to the church in every way possible. Since I am a healthy able body, they could use my strength if they needed it, and they could also use my light hearted spirit in this time of fear and sadness. I had a new type of excited energy inside of me, ready to continue my service at the Ayashi Church…or so I though.

When I woke up Thursday morning on March 17^th, the US Embassy had put out a report advising US citizens within a 50 mile radius to evacuate the area, or if that was not possible, to stay indoors. I obviously needed to figure out how far away I was. According to Google Earth, the church is 52 miles away from the reactor at question. Great! Right on the fence of safety. If the winds were to blow up north, how much more at risk of being exposed to radiation would I be. It also didn’t help that it was dumping snow, which apparently picks up a lot of radiation.

I went online and started chatting with my dad who supported me in whatever decision made to make. This was great for me to hear because I have a hard time listening when people tell me what they think is best, especially in this situation because no one could understand what was going on around me, or feel the emotions of those around me. All anyone outside of Japan could understand were the frightening images cycling through every news channel.

What people didn’t understand was that we as a church has come together and become a close family. During the week I slept at the church with some friends, ate all 3 meals at the church with the same friends, and played with little kids at the church since they did not have school. Despite all that was going on around us, our church had turned in a place of refuge for children to distract their minds from all the devastation that was happening around us. I loved being apart of this and this was something that I did not want to part from, and it was a side of this disaster that friends and family were not aware of.

With all of that being said, I know that this was a decision that I could not make on my own. It didn’t matter what I decided, my decision would have a huge impact on both parties. If I decided to stay, I know that the hundreds of people praying for me would continue to worry about my health and safety amidst all of this radiation. If I were to leave, I knew that I would be creating a big hole in the church that I’m serving and that many students would have a hard time with my absence. There came to a point where I realized that there was no “right” decision, but there was a best decision. Well then, what’s the best decision?

Back in May upon my decision weather or not to move to Japan I realized that there are two questions that I needed to ask myself. Is this what I want? Or, is this what God wants? It is easy to follow and get what you want, but sometimes it’s not in the best interest for you. I have found great peace in living for God and doing what he wants me to do. If you do what God wants, you can live with the peace of mind that he will protect you and take care of your every need. So far, in the past 8 months God has show me his protection and he has in fact proven that in the past weeks 9.0 earthquake and tsunami. So, I started praying and seeking direction. Now, I did not hear a deep voice in my head saying, “Kris, I want you to go back to Seattle.” Instead, many little pieces started coming together and once enough pieces were put together I could see what God wanted me to do. Now, I could probably write pages and pages about this, but I will try to keep it short to a few things that were reviled to me that afternoon.

Since the time of the earthquake and news of the Fukushima nuclear reactors in some sort of melt down, my inbox was being flooded by friends, parents of friends and extended family encouraging me to come home. At first glance when I read these, I felt touched and overwhelmed by all the thoughts and prayers that were going out to me. I appreciated their concern, but I didn’t want to be persuaded by the wants of other people because that is not what God wanted for me. But on March 17^th, I started thinking about the value of my life and why God has put me here in Japan. I believe that one of the major reasons why I was here in Japan was to be a light in darkness and to share his love through my ability and wantingness to serve and love others. With this new development of being 50 miles away from the reactors, I saw this as a warning for me. I had complete faith that God would keep this church and the people who serve here safe, but this was something that people on the other side of the ocean to understand. This was the main reason why I didn’t want to leave because I knew that God would keep me safe. But then there was the overshadowing thought that if the winds were to change, I could possible be quarantined inside where I would no longer be able to be a light, thus my work would have stopped. I also realized that if anything tragic were to happen to me, many people state side would be affected by my stubbornness to stay.

An idea popped into my mind. It was an idea that would be difficult for me to work out, but I believe this realization came from God. I realized that the thing that was keeping me here in Japan was me, I wanted to be here. Where and what did God want me to do? I believe that he wanted me to go back to Seattle and continue my ministry there, where I could be more effective. God has given me a great story to tell, and my faith has grown so much in the past eight months, I could share my story and encourage others and continue shining Gods light to those who have been praying and supporting me.

Later that day, I sat down with pastor Hisashi and his wife Junko and had a 2 to 3 hour conversation expressing my concerns about staying, but also explained how difficult it would be for me to leave. The understood where I was coming from, and we eventually came to a mutual decision that I would continue to serve the Ayashi Church as a missionary to Seattle until it was safe for me to come back to Japan. This was no easy decision by any means, but the fact that it was what God wanted me to do, made it so much easier to leave.

Getting out was no easy task either. It would be a race against time and weather to get out of there before the possibility of winds changing that could possibly delay me departure from Sendai. But, I had no worries. I believed that God wanted me to come home, and if he wanted me to come home then he would bring me home safely. The Next 48hrs would be an adventure that I will never forget that led me to take 5 buses, stay in 2 hotels, ride on three airplanes and visit 5 airports…but more on that later.

Thanks so much for the prayers!