A few hours before catching my flight from
Hilo to Honolulu, I took a short walk to . This “island” is close to the hotel and is where I have enjoyed watching people fish from the shore; where I have seen a little toddler enjoying the water, wearing the same “outfit” he had on at birth; and where I can look in the tide pools for fish, listen to the sound of the water and feel close to God. Coconut Island
My father, a career Army soldier, was stationed in
when I was four. I attended kindergarten and first grade in Hawaii – wearing “slippers” (aka flip flops) every day, learning how to hula, and spending lots of time at the beach with my mom, dad and three sisters. I experienced the beauty of Hawaii at a young age. Hawaii
I have very clear memories of celebrating May Day when I attended kindergarten when living in
. It is Lei Day and to this day is celebrated. Is May Day even celebrated anymore on the mainland? I am mesmerized watching hula dancers, whether young or old or male or female. The stories told with their hands and facial expressions; the gracefulness and at times the boldness of the dance. The sweet sound of the ukulele . . . Hawaii Israel "IZ" Kaʻanoʻi Kamakawiwoʻole singing Somewhere Over the Rainbow. Hawaii is a beautiful place with beautiful people with a beautiful culture.
So while I don’t have Hawaiian blood “or coconut” flowing through my veins, I live vicariously in the Hawaiian culture.
There is a small church I attend when here. The doxology is sung in Hawaiian, the pastor is barefoot, the sound of the traffic comes through the open windows entwined with the sound of the birds, ukuleles join guitars, the truth of God’s Word is shared and I celebrate my Christian culture with other believers from various places and various stages of life. This is a culture I chose that day in 1981 when I accepted Jesus Christ as my Lord & Savior. This is a culture to which I belong and a culture in which I actively participate. This is the culture I claim!