Hot and Cold Turkey
By Marshall and Hazel Thompson
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See our couple learn how to work safely, happily and effectively in an environment of constant conflict, raging inflation, sporadic water and electric cuts.
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Marshall Thompson is a humorous old history buff who has lived overseas and been a short-time millionaire in several insolvent countries. He likes to play with words. You’ll like it too.
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Hot and Cold Turkey - Marshall
Hot and Cold
Turkey
Marshall & Hazel Thompson
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Edited%20new%20map2.jpgContents
Foreword
1 The Call Answered
2 First Days
3 Boom!
4 Home Hunt
5 Bedlam On Buses
6 Fast Food
7 Daily Deaths
8 Home Running
9 Food Afoot
10 Getting Where You’re Going
11 Money Madness
12 Three Minutes Silence
13 Survival Testing
14 Border Incident
15 The Muslim Boys’ School
16 Verifying Visas
17 Hold That Holiday
18 Let’s Not Pretend!
19 Watch Your Language
20 Abram Lived In Tents
21 A Taste Of Turkey
22 Infernal Inflation
23 Many, Many Minibuses
24 A Shelter From The Storm
25 U. Learn It!
26 Who Took The Sultan’s Head?
27M. John
28 More Of U.
29 All About Church
30 Fashion By Design
31 Dry Bones
32 New Opportunities
33 Trying To Set Things Right
34 The Tale Ends
35Pinfeathers
36 Renewel
In the
Beginning
God
Created …
Genesis 1:1a
FOREWORD
This book was first published in 2002 at the end of life changing history in Turkey. The two main contenders for the future, Great Road communism and Ataturk traditionalism, both lost to a gradual return to religious faith. The process shattered the famous Turkish always united
concept cultivated from ancient times. A secular Turkey now exists along with the faithful. Where this takes them is a subject for future writers to record. This book concerns the agony of the process described and the planting of the Christian faith as a religious reality among the Turkish populations. The events recorded here are now part of the local history, but their effects will be felt forever.
So my word that goes out from my mouth; It will not return to me empty, but will accomplish what I desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.
Isaiah 55:11 Scriptures from New International Version
1
THE CALL ANSWERED
We can unload your furniture as soon as you pay the transport cost.
But did I have the money? It was the end of a long summer of camps and trips. We stopped by Montreal in the summer for a week during the house hunting period and, of course, the payment of rent, deposit and other expenses foreseen and unforeseen. The Board would reimburse us, but we had to move in August into the apartment on Stanley Street three blocks from McGill University where we were to take courses in the Islamic Institute in September. We opened a bank account with our funds moved just before school started. The home office people were on vacation, a skeleton crew ran the business. Canadian summers are the crazy season; everyone is catching up on that annual pull of nature to the country. I had thought there was enough money to cover the additional expenses. The company unloaded our goods and we set up a rather minimal house. Ladies of Westmount Baptist Church—which we made our church home for that year, made a list of things that we needed and kindly lent us the missing items. This is not the first time we furnished our home with Friendly Attic
.
A Muslim student had formerly occupied the apartment and had the direction of Mecca clearly gouged into the floor. Hazel spent the year trying to get that bathtub clean. It looked like that whole surface had been chipped and ruined. The entire apartment had been painted, but this was just awful. Toward the end of the year, I, Hazel, finally got down to the real surface—and it was beautiful. Seems that with each painting, a lot of paint dripped into the tub and was never cleaned up. Though most of the paint was white, there had been some pale pink; tan, blue, green, and then the accumulation of dirt between times had created that surface! If I had worked on it chipping it away or using a paint stripper, rather than using cleansing powders, or household cleaning fluids, I wouldn’t have suffered so much with each soaky bath. Even Mr. Clean couldn’t get it clean. There was no stopper, so I had to make shift until I found one to fit. Muslims prefer never to wash in still or stagnant water, they use the shower.
In September the expenses from moving came in the form of a cheque from our board and we took it immediately to the bank. When we talked to our teller she deposited the cheque and checked our accounts. You were short on your moving cheque so we took the difference out of your savings account.
She said. We don’t have a savings account.
We said. Yes.
She said, Hazel Thompson and here’s your street number.
We live on Stanley Street, just above Sherbrooke here.
The lady got a wide-eyed glassy stare and hurried off to consult others. The shortage was taken off our deposited cheque but no mention was ever made of a loan and I must suppose the lady never knew her funds had been borrowed to rescue a pair of ageing students following their God-given personal call.
The move was bizarre. Old veterans getting called to a new work with a new language to learn? The call had grown almost imperceptibly during the busy life of teaching in the high Andes Mountains. We were training our replacements in the work we were called to do there. Local people who were worthy and proven in the work that they were given were replacing gradually foreign staff. When we returned from home assignment to work in Bolivia, Marshall was prepared to write an end to our assignment there. He announced that the new term just starting would be our last in South America. In four years we would seek a transfer of our efforts to the Middle East. We started a church in the old city of Sucre and left it to the Bolivian Union to continue.
The Turkic people of Western and Central Asia are the last major people, numbering over eighty million, to receive the Gospel. I, Marshall, had done a research study of unevangelized fields for the home office and had statistics on outreach. Clearly the Turks were a neglected people. They needed friends and advocates in our increasingly difficult and hostile world. Few of them expected friends in the West. We could be their friends for Jesus’ sake. To be a friend one must show himself friendly. Literature and history of the Turks in the West is not written in a friendly manner. The Ottoman Empire was a source of fear and anger. They were in competition for land and empire. The outlook of grazers against the agriculturally based states was totally misunderstood or ignored. Westerners felt that states without agriculture or industry were barbaric and uncivilized. They were hordes; a word derived from the Turkish word for armies, ordu
: a disciplined mass of fighting men.
Some members of the Baptist council felt they were putting us in danger, sending us to an area where no evangelical churches existed to invite us into their country. But we pointed out that it was safer to be in God’s will than living elsewhere out of his will. The situation was different than work in other areas because the definition of a Turk was to be a Muslim. All the Christians in their country were of another ethnic background with different languages and customs. They were considered competitors or aboriginals and potential enemies or allies of enemies. A Turkish Christian who would be loyal to his people and state was beyond their imagination. Such a thing did not exist. How would they receive such a reality? Could they live with it?
At the same time members of the finance committee stated that all our fields were responding well and that it would be a better investment of time and money to go to a more difficult field of work. Since there is no freedom of Gospel proclamation in Turkey we could only go in the capacity of friends who would provide what the national population was willing to receive from us. We knew they wanted to learn English; we would provide for their needs, we were teachers. It was one sure way to get visas and a welcome to their land. Both age and teachers are honored in their society and friends are everywhere welcomed. Our entry card had to be friendship. Teaching friends is always a pleasure and a good teacher will learn as much as the student; both being benefited in the process.
To be a friend required the sympathetic study of their life style, writing and music. We would make a formal start in the Institute of Islamic studies at McGill University in Montreal. Our subjects were Modern Turkish, Script and Phonetics of Arabic, The Tradition and Religion of Islam, and Marshall’s auditing Hebrew. The social life in the institute was as important as the classes. We involved ourselves on the weekend in attending Westmont Baptist church and helping a Spanish congregation on Sherbrooke Avenue near the campus. It was the same year that Bill 101 made Quebec basically and legally a French-speaking province. We had good practice being the non-judgmental friend of all, and a peacemaker in spirit. Many great companies moved away, carrying all their goods and personnel. Campus life was a Mardi Gras
of action and reaction with every opinion open to controversy.
At first they said in the registrar’s office that we had to take a full course, then they decided we couldn’t; we dropped two. But asked our teacher’s permission to continue as auditors so we did. We worked very hard at all these, but the teacher of Arabic was very demanding, and the Turkish professor wasn’t. Since we were planning to live in Turkey, when Hazel saw that the Turkish was losing out, we decided that we would have to drop out of Arabic in order to get what we really needed from our studies.
Westmount Church was an oasis where we refreshed ourselves on Sunday morning and Wednesday night. Mrs. Ellen Stevenson met us that first Sunday morning, saying she was sure I, Hazel, wouldn’t want to be idle, and hired me on as a mission band helper. We also sang in the choir, and took part in that powerhouse of the church, the Wednesday evening prayer meeting.
Since the WMS met during the daytime, I was unable to take part in that. They still made a point of seeing that we had all our needs met though. Among the necessities of life they supplied were even a few houseplants! They were Hoya; in Spanish the letter J sounds like H; Joya means jewel. The blooms were scented broaches. So when classes were over, but before we left, I did get to one meeting, and I took all those houseplants with me. I said I couldn’t leave them orphans, so would all who were interested, please take them home. The only thing that I asked was that they would pray for us each time they watered them. Years later, I would meet some lady who was still nursing one of those plants along, and still praying for us. One friend, each year, took slips from her plant and started them to sell at a fundraiser as the Missionary plant. She wrote a little jit that she attached to the plant; saying that the plant would flourish as you prayed for YOUR Christian worker each time you watered it! The idea of growth and gospel are a good match. The one promotes the other. At the end of the year we were prepared to leave for Istanbul. Pulling up roots is as hard for people as for plants, but it is the only way to get one in another spot where it can flourish and seed.
The Lord is with you…
Go in the Strength you have…
I will be with you…
Judges 6: 12, 14, 16.
I will come and proclaim your mighty acts,
O Sovereign Lord;
I will proclaim your righteousness,
yours alone.
Psalm 71:16
2
FIRST DAYS
"Sorry, only the Post Office can sell the phone tokens. (jetons)"
One contact in Turkey had sent us a welcome and an invitation to stay at their house while adjusting and getting things together.
However, it was important that we call immediately upon arrival in Istanbul. We had been unable to contact them from Germany where we had stopped to interview a veteran of the work in Turkey. They did not know our arrival time and we did not know their address. We had enough of the language to count to a thousand and do greetings and key phrases in Turkish.
After clearing customs Hazel rushed over to get the jetons while Marshall changed money and defended the luggage from those who would thrust us into their friend’s waiting taxi. His tension mounted as the airport shuttle prepared to leave for Taksim Square.
The post office attendant refused to sell one "jeton. He threw back his head and clicked his tongue in a negative while Hazel pushed the money forward and rephrased her plea. An official seeing her distress, explained in English that they only sold the tokens in quantity and gave her one. Then reconsidered and said
No, here take two!" We found mercy in the midst of stress, but we had to hurry onto the airport shuttle without phoning. We paid our fare and the bus fought its way to city center. We were lost in a city of seven million souls. We had two telephone numbers and the prayers of God’s people, nothing more, with which to start our work. Standing at rush hour in the hub of the city, we wondered if it were enough.
The shuttle bus building was dark and dingy. Lines formed before the telephone stalls, although the attendants were trying to clear the building to close. Hazel dialed and a friendly voice in English reassured us. He said, Just wait there. It will be at least 30 minutes before I can make it.
We organized our luggage outside, and settled down in the chilly November night to wait. The taxies rolled by, pulled over and invited us to enter, while the traffic honked behind them. Forever later, Jay our new friend, parked at the curb and with a grin began to load the car. Exhausted, we drove away into the night.
Our friends did EVERYTHING to help us to get settled. They found we could study Turkish at the school where he taught English. They helped us get a post office box at the branch near the language school. Kay took us with her to the church where she attended with the children. They asked us to join them for Thanksgiving dinner along with 15 other friends. We became auntie and uncle to the children of whom we took charge. They hunted with us to find a place to live. They shared vital information about the people, city and the problems in church work. God gave us a family and ample work from our arrival. New friends made new possibilities.
We had gotten our basics very well, but we needed more language to converse and do research. Jay taught English and got a visa and a modest stipend at a Foundation with several hundred students above the age of twenty. Hazel maintained that, in order to attract potential teachers, they offered occasional Turkish courses and from these students who spoke English, recruited teachers for their English classes. We arrived on Monday, our hosts allowed us to get over our jet lag a wee bit, and on Thursday, Jay took Marshall to the language school. The administrator suggested we join a class of six that had started studying six weeks before. Marshall sat in on the class that day and decided he couldn’t possibly catch up, and asked if we could begin another class and start from the beginning of their book which took quite a different approach than our Canadian classes. The administrator said it probably wouldn’t work since they had to have five to start a class. Only one person had come asking to start from scratch, another had called, but it was economically impossible to start a course for beginners without a full quota, certainly not by Monday. Marshall told her we would pray about it. We did pray about it and went on Monday –and -- lo and behold, there were five of us. We bought our books and started with a wonderful teacher. She took us through the book of very basic lessons, and drilled