Meeting Monita Ben Jorkan by Chris Cholas

In the spring of 2018 a notice from the National Baha’i Center came to the Baha’is on the Big Island that a believer from the Marshall Islands had moved to the island and wanted to connect with Baha’is. We had her name, but unfortunately, the contact information that she had given to the National Baha’i Center didn’t work. We had little idea of where she might be on the Big Island. One option left was to search for her on Facebook, and there we found her Facebook page where we sent her a welcoming message. There was no reply for a while and then, suddently, a message showed up saying that she was sorry not to contact us earlier, but she very seldom was able to go where she could use the Internet. Via Facebook, Monita told us where she lived and that she had little contact by phone or the internet. She was living basically off the grid with family members in Oceanview. We arranged a date to visit her in Oceanview. My wife and I picked Kerry Pitcher up in Pahala and off we went to finally meet Monita. The directions to her home were vague and we ended up stopping at a realtor's office and asked where Marshallese families lived. Through the realtor we found a small settlement where a Marshallese family lived, but they didn’t seem to know her. One of the men directed us to another address where we found some of Monita's relatives, who told us that Monita lived up the road a short distance away. Kerry and Linda strolled up the road and a short while later returned with Monita. It was a very joyful meeting and we arranged to return soon. She was happy to know there was a Baha’i community in Ka’u. It was one of the best home visits we ever experienced.

On a subsequent visit, in addition to getting to spend time with Monita and her 4-year old son, Ben, we met some of her relatives. They greeted us with Allah'u'Abha even though they were not Baha'i's. She told us that she taught them to say the Greatest Name for protection. She had to go to Kona regularly to see her cardiac specialist. Her on-going health issues with her eyes and heart kept her from being as active in the Faith as she would have hoped. She wanted to take Book 3 and start a children’s class in Oceanview for some of the Marshallese children there.

Monita was a special believer, very dedicated to the Faith. She was a certified nurse and midwife. She was from Majuro and had been living in Washington State before moving to the Big Island. She moved to HOV on the Big Island to be with family and to teach them the Faith. She knew some wonderful Baha'i songs. Her parents were very active believers and her father, Ben, had served on the National Spiritual Assembly of the Marshall Islands. Both parents had passed away before Monita moved to Oceanview.

We are saddened to learn of her passing and offer our prayers for the progress of her soul in the next world, and for the care of her son who is now six years old.

Clouds and Blue Sky

29 March I venture out the motel door unsure if “the sight of desolation”, or “the evidences of prosperity” will greet me. I move into the sunlight feeling something great, maybe powerful, is about to happen: maybe Christ coming down in the clouds, only today there are no clouds in the physical sky, only blue heaven raining down. Perhaps the Biblical clouds exist only in the minds of men and veiling us from the Sun. We live in a world of metaphors that beg us to search for meaning.

The trees lining the property seem to celebrate the cleaner air, oblivious of any virus. But to be fair, it is the beginning of Spring when joy transcends shadows and storms bring promises of fertile days ahead? The air is still for now, yet swells with swirling anticipation. It is raining down heaven

Sojourn in Arizona 2020

24 March I saw on the news that some US government officials are suggesting reducing restrictions for the sake of the economy even if older Americans will be at greater risk of catching the COVID-19 virus. I had a flashing thought-- WOW with fewer elderly out and about, maybe that would mean no more problems finding a disability parking stall at the big box stores Hmm... then I remembered that I am over 65. OMG They were talking about me! 🤔🤓😞

25 March The afternoon deployments of Coca-Cola semis leave their distribution warehouse in the time of pandemic. I watch them pass from where I watch on the empty hotel parking lot; their long, red trucks as if they are reinforcements heading out to those on the front lines of the battlefields. A rare jet flies overhead, perhaps with few passengers, as the news says few are flying during the pandemic. And we too sit and wait for our chance to escape. We expected to be home a week ago. Life abruptly stopped. Yet time moves forward though much slower than yesterday which moved slower than the day before that and so on into the hurried past. Now we stretch with wonder; What was the rush all about?

28 March Taking my daily Vitamin D stroll outside our apartment door onto the empty parking lot, I feel a surge of loneliness looking across the barren pavement. It conjures up a ghostly feeling, enhanced by the eerie hum of a gentle breeze whispering in my ears, "We warned you that this would happen, but you weren't listening."

Feb 12, 2020: Thinking how important it is to appreciate the Day we live in, the richness of each day in whatever circumstances around us and within us. If the day is dedicated to service and longing to be free of self, the heart is full with bountiful grain. Thinking back on the many bus rides I was privileged to take from Corozal Town to Belize City during our seven pioneering years in that country. Often while seated on a Bluebird bus with its creaking gears and diesel smell, sometimes riding in stifling humidity on a chosen bus whose windows were stuck closed, or the opposite--riding on a damp night in a rainstorm on a bus whose windows wouldn’t completely close, often a surge of joy would pass through my body in the realization of how fortunate to be on such a weary bus passing by cane fields and making stops along the way in villages such as Ranchito, San Joaquin, Sand Hill and Ladyville. This surge, which occurred almost anytime I traveled in Belize for the Faith, came with a strong feeling of thankfulness of being “allowed” to be a pioneer in Belize, even though I sensed that my shortcomings were engraved across my face.