Friday, April 24, 2009

Working on it...

I'm still trying to figure out Q12: What is my responsibility in all this? Haven't gotten it all worked out yet, but it has something to do with Micah 6:8.

He has showed you, O man, what is good.
And what does the LORD require of you?
To act justly and to love mercy
and to walk humbly with your God.

Saturday, April 4, 2009

Tres Más Repuestas

You may want to reference this post for the original questions. And I give myself permission to change my answers about every 24 hours.

9. Selling everything I own:
I really struggle with this one. I don't think Christ's declaration to the rich young ruler to "go and sell everything and give to the poor" is a blanket statement for all Christians or all rich people. But mostly I don't think that only because every teacher I've ever heard talk about it has told me that - including my NIV Study Bible cheater notes. But when I see such a discrepancy in the distribution of wealth around the world, I can't help but think that God is whispering (or maybe screaming) to the wealthy, "Share!"
I truly feel that the majority of our problems and frustrations (current economic situation included) revolve around our love of stuff: stuff that needs to be fixed, stuff that's in the way, stuff we're trying to get, stuff that needs to be maintained, stuff that someone else has, stuff that we don't need. So the idea of selling everything is actually quite appealing to me - at least as I consider it as an option. But if I really felt God was telling me to sell it all, would I? I think so. But then the question becomes, "Would I hear Him?"

10. Faith: She does.

11. What can we really do? The question has come up that our idea of what is "quality of life" is vastly different than the "majority" world's idea, so why should we be trying to change them? They don't need a two story house with 2.5 children and an office job and a bank account. Our standard of what is needed is terribly skewed. True. However, this is not okay with me:
This is a squatter's home. There is nothing temporary about it. This is a family whose mother ran off with another man, whose dad works long hard hours in the sugar cane fields and whose oldest daughter (16) is pregnant and will have her baby here accompanied by rats, cockroaches, and parasites. No matter how many women throughout the history of the world have given birth in conditions such as this (including Mary, the mother of Jesus), this is not okay with me. Because it is common, or because they "don't know any different," or because it is the culture does not make it any less painful or difficult for those living this life. I believe this kind of poverty breaks the heart of God.

As we stood in this "home," we were dumbfounded as to where one would even begin to make a difference. What could we possibly do that would improve their situation, make it more bearable or begin to dig them out of this squalor? Well, I think we brought in a few answers and didn't even know it. For one, our presence, we are told, is extremely encouraging to those we visit. Their story is being heard, their lives matter to someone, and they are known. They have hope just because someone from the outside has peeked into their life. I was also in awe of our team leader who pulled aside the three little boys and gave them a good old fashioned talking to about being a man and honoring God and treating others, especially women, with respect. He talked to them about working hard to provide for their family one day, just as their father was doing, to finish their education and grow up to be responsible men of God. I wonder if that little pep talk might just have made all the difference in the world.
But perhaps the thing that God wanted us to do the most was this:
This bowl of food (and the bowl itself is just as valuable) cost about US$10 and will feed this family of 7 for at least a week. It contained oil, oatmeal, corn meal, rice, vitamin powder and beans. It also contained a Bible, even though most of the family is illiterate. See, we can't go and pray and say, "Be well fed" and do nothing. And we can't go and give food and say, "This is all you need." The hope of Christ really is for everyone, in every situation, at all times. He really can make this family have a different future - a life abundant. He is the one who can make a difference.

Sunday, March 29, 2009

Algunas Repuestas*

I really want to answer all the questions from my previous post, and I will eventually, but I'm still chewing on several of them. So, here are the answers that I don't think will change in the next 24 hours.

1. Widow-maker: Since my first two showers in Guatemala were icy cold because this shower contraption didn't work, the desire for warm-enough-to-get-my-whole-body-wet water outweighed the risk of electrocution. I think. One way or another, I'm clean and safe.

2. Good morning songs: I'm questioning my teammates' response to this question because although they gave me heck about being jolly en la mañana they kept asking me for a song. I like the ones with verses.

3. Gigante: No more spottings of our gecko friend. Or any other critter to make my roomies squirm. I think I miss the shriek I heard at that first sighting. But not my daughter's anxiety at falling asleep without knowing for sure Gigante had returned to his outdoor world.

4. Drunk guys with machetes: Just one. Thank goodness for Daniel, a missionary from Alabama who works at Sarita's feeding center. I think he could have picked the guy up with two fingers. He did confiscate the machete. The man was not escorted off the school grounds. Nope. Sarita brought him a bowl of black bean soup and tortillas. I'm still praying for him.

5. Sleep-talking: Um, apparently.

6. Simple ingredients: We had three meals at two different feeding centers. Two at Sarita's (a beautiful woman who has also started a school at the feeding center) and one at La Democracia. Seems to me they all had about the same ingredients. But the taste was incredible. The beans were sorted by hand (enough for 150 servings) and the vegetables diced with precision. Tortillas made fresh every day. Chicken butchered on the grounds and cooked within hours. Freshness certainly plays a role. No short cuts (i.e. microwaves) either. But here's why I think the meals served to the children and us are so delicious: these women prepare this food as if they are serving Christ Himself. And Sarita believes that if you can fill the stomach you can fill the mind, and if you can fill the mind then you can fill the soul.

7. Pickups: Always one more. I really tried to get a picture, but the pickups with at least 20 people ranging in age from infant to 70 with a few animals thrown in for good measure were always going too fast for me to snap a pic.

8. Prayer for me: Think I need to preface this one a little. On our first day we attended a worship service that reminded me so much of Morning Star it wasn't even funny: set up and tear down, parking attendants, drums, guitars and singers, even recognized a couple of the songs in Spanish, and a seriously challenging message (at least what I could understand of the translator, anyway). Worship in foreign cultures is always intriguing to me. Pastor Keith was asked to preach, and can I just say that I'm so glad he's my pastor? He doesn't shy away or back down, and when the pastor of this open-air church (who believes they will reach 12,000 people for Christ in the next four years. Yes, twelve thousand!) asked us to come forward so we could pray together, Keith was in his element. As we stood together with these 50 or so people, the pastor asked for prayers that his people would learn English easily as it opens up doors of opportunity that his people need. As we stood praying together - the United Statesians in silent prayer and the Guatemalans in passionate audible prayer - I was convicted by the fact that I was standing in their country, surrounded by their people, immersed in their culture, and I was praying for them to learn my language??? Even though it's what they want, it felt so arrogant to me. I have been so disappointed in myself for not having put forth more effort to communicate effectively in Spanish. Every year I say I'm going to be fluent before I go back again. And every year I feel ashamed that I have not succeeded. So as I began to pray for forgiveness and ask God to help me be disciplined enough (and humble enough) to learn the language of those I love, I felt a hand on my forehead. As I opened my eyes Pastor Keith looked me straight in the eyes and said, "And help us to learn this language easily - you know I'm praying for YOU, sister." Okay, in all honesty, that was really weird. But the moment of discomfort was replaced with anticipation as I considered that God would actually answer that prayer. So, while I don't think He will give me some miraculous fluency (although I would gladly accept it), I can say that I was definitely more comfortable this week as I tried to communicate in my broken Spanish - not necessarily better, but certainly not as scared. Can't wait to see how this prayer unfolds.

I feel a bit like I'm just relaying details and not getting my heart out here yet. Bear with me. It's bubbling up from deep within, and I know God has been challenging me to analyze a lot of my deep set and longstanding opinions. It'll take me a while to unpack those. Pictures will be coming soon, too.

*Some answers

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Veinte Preguntas*

1. How safe is it to use a shower that is heated by an exposed electrical current that has earned the nickname “widow-maker?”

2. Is it really odd that I like to sing Good Morning songs before I’ve had coffee?

3. Will Gigante the Gecko visit us again tonight?

4. How many drunk guys with machetes does it take to freak Brenda out?

5. When Emilee talks in her sleep, do I talk back to her in my sleep?

6. How can such simple ingredients make such delicious food?

7. How many Guatemalans can you fit in the back of a pickup?

8. Even though it was kinda weird and strangely liberating and I’m filled with expectation, will God really answer the prayer that Keith prayed over me to learn Spanish easily?

9. Would I really sell everything I have if God told me to, or is that merely a nice thought because I don’t think He’ll ever ask that of me (and if He did, my husband would flip out anyway)?

10. Do I have enough faith to believe that God will answer the prayer that I prayed over a desperate mother for health and protection for her family and for their physical needs to be met?

11. What can we do that will truly benefit the people we are here to serve and can it really make an impact and improve their quality of life?

12. What is my responsibility in all this?

13. Is this really about changing the situation for the poor, or should it be about changing the attitude of the rich?

14. Is it okay to serve people with the expectation that I will benefit even though I know that’s not the right attitude?

15. “Can an accident of latitude and longitude really be the difference between life and death?” – Bono

16. Why does God allow people to live in these conditions and allow us to live in our conditions?

17. What is God trying to teach me this week?

18. How unnerving is it to have a police escort through Guatemala City?

19. What would God’s perfect will look like on this Guatemalan hillside?

20. Since every person (pastors, Sarita, and several precious children) who has prayed for us has asked God to meet our needs, I'm struck with the question: What are my needs?

*Twenty Questions