Ok...... you have experienced the advent of these answers for a week now, time to reveal the GuaTrivia answers!
1) B. Aguinaldo is equal to a month's pay, which for a full time job generally varies from Q2,000 - 4,000 for a full time job. It has to be paid in part by the 15th of December and in part by the end of the month.
2) A. Agua refers to POP (soda?) in Guatemala. Agua pura is water, but if they just say 'quieres agua' they are talking about a carbonated drink!
3) B. 'pasar la muni' is used because the town is responsible for cutting the grass in the medians of the roads. Getting a haircut (which I finally did this week!) is like mowing the lawn, I guess!
4) C. About 8 quetzales in $1!!
How did you do?!?
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Bucket Filling
It seems as though God wants to teach me something. There have been continual messages around me lately, reminding me of an indispensable and precious discipline - PRAYER.
I am the type of person who likes to dream and act; to plan and pursue... Thus it has often been a struggle for me to dedicate my heart and my time to prayer.
This past week a team came to Guate with the sole purpose of prayer. They visited minstries, sat with leaders, and offered up an abundance of prayers. I had the privilege of translating (a skill I am far from perfecting...) a sermon one of the team members gave on prayer. He pointed out the importance of "fervency" in prayer; reminded me of the fact that God's hand and heart are moved by passionate prayer. He also reminded me that praying hard is a time commitment.
I appreciated an illustration Pastor John shared with the congregation. Visualize the enormous buckets in the kiddie pools at waterparks. Water pours into them, and little by little the level rises. Once it fills completely, a little bell rings, everyone runs to gather round, and water rushes over them like a giant tidal wave. God often answers our prayers in the same way. We must continue to pray, not knowing how much time and passion and faith God will require of us, until the bucket begins to overflow with petitions. Then, the bucket begins to tip and the water rushes over us. And we rejoice that God has answered our petition.
Two such examples of this 'bucket-filling' might be the prayers of Hannah in 1 Samuel 1, and Elijah in 1 Kings 18, in case you would like to dig deeper into the concept of faith, persistence, and passion in our prayers.
However prayer's effectiveness is not determined passion and fervency alone. The most important element of prayer is FAITH, without which our prayers are like a paper airplane resting on a tabletop. It cannot lift itself to soar on the breeze. It needs a hand to thrust it into the wind.
I love the story from Acts 12, when Peter and James are imprisoned by Herod. An angel appears to Peter in the night, and miraculuously delivers him from prison. Each locked door swings wide and Peter finds himself suddenly on the street, asking if what happened was a vision or reality. He goes to Mary's house, the mother of a friend. Gathered there is a group of believers, vigilantly praying through the night for Peter. When he knocks on the door, the servant girl recognizes his voice, and excitedly runs to tell the rest of the believers. This is the first door, ironically, that which the church is behind, that does not open supernaturally. However they simply do not believe her - they think she has seen Peter's angel. But he keeps knocking, and in the end they let him and he shares with them what God has done for him.
Pastor John pointed out that the Christian were praying fervently for Peter. They spent all night in a prayer vigil, dedicating their time and passion. However they were missing a key ingredient. God uses this story as a lesson to his church. The believers prayer fervently, but without hope of seeing fruit. Peter rescued was recsued and they simply could not believe it! They lacked the faith necessary. Yet God fulfills their prayer even despite the lack of faith, in order to teach them. We must also believe that God is powerful to do whatever he desires. Our fervent, faith-filled prayer reaches to his heart.
Praying with you!
Kim <><
PS -- A ministry update will be coming soon via email. Watch for it!
I am the type of person who likes to dream and act; to plan and pursue... Thus it has often been a struggle for me to dedicate my heart and my time to prayer.
This past week a team came to Guate with the sole purpose of prayer. They visited minstries, sat with leaders, and offered up an abundance of prayers. I had the privilege of translating (a skill I am far from perfecting...) a sermon one of the team members gave on prayer. He pointed out the importance of "fervency" in prayer; reminded me of the fact that God's hand and heart are moved by passionate prayer. He also reminded me that praying hard is a time commitment.
I appreciated an illustration Pastor John shared with the congregation. Visualize the enormous buckets in the kiddie pools at waterparks. Water pours into them, and little by little the level rises. Once it fills completely, a little bell rings, everyone runs to gather round, and water rushes over them like a giant tidal wave. God often answers our prayers in the same way. We must continue to pray, not knowing how much time and passion and faith God will require of us, until the bucket begins to overflow with petitions. Then, the bucket begins to tip and the water rushes over us. And we rejoice that God has answered our petition.
Two such examples of this 'bucket-filling' might be the prayers of Hannah in 1 Samuel 1, and Elijah in 1 Kings 18, in case you would like to dig deeper into the concept of faith, persistence, and passion in our prayers.
However prayer's effectiveness is not determined passion and fervency alone. The most important element of prayer is FAITH, without which our prayers are like a paper airplane resting on a tabletop. It cannot lift itself to soar on the breeze. It needs a hand to thrust it into the wind.
I love the story from Acts 12, when Peter and James are imprisoned by Herod. An angel appears to Peter in the night, and miraculuously delivers him from prison. Each locked door swings wide and Peter finds himself suddenly on the street, asking if what happened was a vision or reality. He goes to Mary's house, the mother of a friend. Gathered there is a group of believers, vigilantly praying through the night for Peter. When he knocks on the door, the servant girl recognizes his voice, and excitedly runs to tell the rest of the believers. This is the first door, ironically, that which the church is behind, that does not open supernaturally. However they simply do not believe her - they think she has seen Peter's angel. But he keeps knocking, and in the end they let him and he shares with them what God has done for him.
Pastor John pointed out that the Christian were praying fervently for Peter. They spent all night in a prayer vigil, dedicating their time and passion. However they were missing a key ingredient. God uses this story as a lesson to his church. The believers prayer fervently, but without hope of seeing fruit. Peter rescued was recsued and they simply could not believe it! They lacked the faith necessary. Yet God fulfills their prayer even despite the lack of faith, in order to teach them. We must also believe that God is powerful to do whatever he desires. Our fervent, faith-filled prayer reaches to his heart.
Praying with you!
Kim <><
PS -- A ministry update will be coming soon via email. Watch for it!
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Being a parent...
What does it take to be a parent? I've only got some ideas. But I had a taste of some beautiful, image-bearing parenting last week.
I went to visit a dance class with Artes Muy Especiales (Very Special Arts), which offers classes in dance, art, and music to mentally or physically disabled children and adults. Some of the gals had Down syndrome, and with others I was unsure of their diagnosis but they struggled notably with coordination and their processing time was much longer. During their 2-hour dance class, their mothers waited in the next room.
I started to chat with the mothers, my goal being some quality trust-building, since we are organizing an art camp for their children in November. Naturally the conversation turned to the high needs of their daughters. One woman commented on the 2-hour routine of the morning - getting dressed, eating breakfast, brushing teeth... If she helped her daughter it was a mere 30 minutes, but if she patiently waited for her daughter to prepare herself for the day, it was an ordeal that lasted all morning.
Another mother told me that her daughter's doctor had given them a very bleak prognosis- never walk, never talk, incapable of independence. However, as a teenager, she was learning basic classroom skills, how to dress and care for herself, and dancing flamenco!
Another woman drives into the city from Antigua each week for her daughter's classes. She has the dream of opening an arts school in Antigua for disabled children. She says there is lots of culture and art to the city, but nothing available for her daughter. She has seen the progress in confidence and intelligence that her daughter has made while taking classes with AME. I witnessed her ability to learn the choreography of a dance with a patient, loving teacher.
Then I shared something from my heart. This is where I thank God for the proficiency he has granted me in Spanish. I encouraged these mothers to keep bringing their daughters to classes. I encouraged them to keep being patient, even when it's hard. I encouraged them to keep being the grand mothers that they are. I acknowledged that I can't possibly enter into their circumstances, but that I could admire their strong, beautiful love.
With the mothers in tears and me resisting the urge to do the same, it was a precious moment.. and I keep praying that God supplies them daily with the strength to love their daughters.. regardless of the added challenges!
It also makes me marvel at the great God we serve... he never gets worn out, and I know I require a lot of patience! And there are a lot of us!
Well, See you soon to those of you in Michigan and Ontario, can't wait to catch up a bit.
Blessings from Guate!
Kim <><
I went to visit a dance class with Artes Muy Especiales (Very Special Arts), which offers classes in dance, art, and music to mentally or physically disabled children and adults. Some of the gals had Down syndrome, and with others I was unsure of their diagnosis but they struggled notably with coordination and their processing time was much longer. During their 2-hour dance class, their mothers waited in the next room.
I started to chat with the mothers, my goal being some quality trust-building, since we are organizing an art camp for their children in November. Naturally the conversation turned to the high needs of their daughters. One woman commented on the 2-hour routine of the morning - getting dressed, eating breakfast, brushing teeth... If she helped her daughter it was a mere 30 minutes, but if she patiently waited for her daughter to prepare herself for the day, it was an ordeal that lasted all morning.
Another mother told me that her daughter's doctor had given them a very bleak prognosis- never walk, never talk, incapable of independence. However, as a teenager, she was learning basic classroom skills, how to dress and care for herself, and dancing flamenco!
Another woman drives into the city from Antigua each week for her daughter's classes. She has the dream of opening an arts school in Antigua for disabled children. She says there is lots of culture and art to the city, but nothing available for her daughter. She has seen the progress in confidence and intelligence that her daughter has made while taking classes with AME. I witnessed her ability to learn the choreography of a dance with a patient, loving teacher.
Then I shared something from my heart. This is where I thank God for the proficiency he has granted me in Spanish. I encouraged these mothers to keep bringing their daughters to classes. I encouraged them to keep being patient, even when it's hard. I encouraged them to keep being the grand mothers that they are. I acknowledged that I can't possibly enter into their circumstances, but that I could admire their strong, beautiful love.
With the mothers in tears and me resisting the urge to do the same, it was a precious moment.. and I keep praying that God supplies them daily with the strength to love their daughters.. regardless of the added challenges!
It also makes me marvel at the great God we serve... he never gets worn out, and I know I require a lot of patience! And there are a lot of us!
Well, See you soon to those of you in Michigan and Ontario, can't wait to catch up a bit.
Blessings from Guate!
Kim <><
Monday, August 9, 2010
Sweet Escape
This post has nothing to do with Gwen Stefani. Just a disclaimer.
I had the privilege about a week ago of hanging out with some doctorate students taking Joel VanDyke's course on leadership in urban missions. We did a lot of field trips. One morning we spent some time in La Limonada, the largest slum in Guatemala city, with a ministry working in the community. We visited the home of a couple with 4 kids, the husband an abusive alcoholic, wife overrun with despair and fear, and 4 children. The oldest of these children, Laddy, has been mentally and physically handicapped all 16 years of her life. She literally lives in a corner of the small shack, on a mattress stained with food and rieking of urine. When we arrived she unsteadily held a mug of pepsi and there was a pile of bread in front of her on the mattress. He mother was trying to help her eat.
This woman's 2 daughters were at school. They just recently began attending, mainly because they got a gov't visit and if the kids aren't in school there are repercussions for the family. Their mother shared her fear for her children, letting them go out in the dangerous neighborhood and be in school for such a long period of time, and the difficulty there was in walking them to school if her husband was not home because her handicapped daughter cannot come with. Yet she also stated that she knew it was best for her girls, even if she was scared for them. After further conversation, we learned that her youngest son, just 2 years old, had cried the whole previous day because he lost his plastic ball out the window and down the side of the cliff where their house is perched. It was his favorite toy.
We proceeded to pray with this mother, seeking to encourage her and intercede for her family. I remained for a time with my eyes open as we prayed, trying to take in the entire situation. The son begin to complain to his mother, until she finally begin to nurse him. I noticed a scrawny kitten wander in from the back room. She hopped onto the chair, dresser, and then onto a rafter of the home. She curled up on the rafter but remained with her cautious eyes wide open. As we prayed, Laddy also began to make noise. At first she just mumbled, but then she started to weep. It was a haunting sound, resembling a laugh could not be sustained and thus turned to moaning. This moan represented to me the circumstances of Laddy, her mother, and her entire family. They sought to be happy, to keep on living, sought to escape, but under the weight of their circumstances their laughter only turned to weeping. No doubt they feel as if God does not see them. After the prayer the woman began to pour out her heart. She was tired, overwhelmed by responsibility, and frustrated that she could not protect her family. Laddy sapped her energies, needing constant attention and clean up, and her husband was not working or trying very hard to help anyone but himself. She wept and wept while we wept with her.
During this whole time, the husband remained in a curtained-off side of the shack. Some of the men in our group had gone in to pray with him. Over the murmur of their voices praying in the other room, the words to a song playing on the CD player jumped out at me. It's called 'Ayer Te Vi' (Yesterday I Saw You) by Jesus Romero:
The image is not word for word what I was seeing in this home. However it is a picture of someone clinging to life in the midst of affliction; l someone tired and despairing. grasping for hope.
The image of the kitten in the rafters remained in my mind even after I closed my eyes to finish praying. Even she has a sweet escape from the sufferings, the beatings, the fears, the rages that no doubt occurred inside these 4 walls. But what about Laddy? What about her mother? There were no rafters.
I was left challenged to discern what might be seen as good news to Laddy and her family. Sometimes 'evangelism' can be more difficult than it seems. And I didn't come up with a great answer. But I do believe the Lord has good news for this family. I'm simply still in the process of working out how to articulate it. What would you say?
I had the privilege about a week ago of hanging out with some doctorate students taking Joel VanDyke's course on leadership in urban missions. We did a lot of field trips. One morning we spent some time in La Limonada, the largest slum in Guatemala city, with a ministry working in the community. We visited the home of a couple with 4 kids, the husband an abusive alcoholic, wife overrun with despair and fear, and 4 children. The oldest of these children, Laddy, has been mentally and physically handicapped all 16 years of her life. She literally lives in a corner of the small shack, on a mattress stained with food and rieking of urine. When we arrived she unsteadily held a mug of pepsi and there was a pile of bread in front of her on the mattress. He mother was trying to help her eat.
This woman's 2 daughters were at school. They just recently began attending, mainly because they got a gov't visit and if the kids aren't in school there are repercussions for the family. Their mother shared her fear for her children, letting them go out in the dangerous neighborhood and be in school for such a long period of time, and the difficulty there was in walking them to school if her husband was not home because her handicapped daughter cannot come with. Yet she also stated that she knew it was best for her girls, even if she was scared for them. After further conversation, we learned that her youngest son, just 2 years old, had cried the whole previous day because he lost his plastic ball out the window and down the side of the cliff where their house is perched. It was his favorite toy.
We proceeded to pray with this mother, seeking to encourage her and intercede for her family. I remained for a time with my eyes open as we prayed, trying to take in the entire situation. The son begin to complain to his mother, until she finally begin to nurse him. I noticed a scrawny kitten wander in from the back room. She hopped onto the chair, dresser, and then onto a rafter of the home. She curled up on the rafter but remained with her cautious eyes wide open. As we prayed, Laddy also began to make noise. At first she just mumbled, but then she started to weep. It was a haunting sound, resembling a laugh could not be sustained and thus turned to moaning. This moan represented to me the circumstances of Laddy, her mother, and her entire family. They sought to be happy, to keep on living, sought to escape, but under the weight of their circumstances their laughter only turned to weeping. No doubt they feel as if God does not see them. After the prayer the woman began to pour out her heart. She was tired, overwhelmed by responsibility, and frustrated that she could not protect her family. Laddy sapped her energies, needing constant attention and clean up, and her husband was not working or trying very hard to help anyone but himself. She wept and wept while we wept with her.
During this whole time, the husband remained in a curtained-off side of the shack. Some of the men in our group had gone in to pray with him. Over the murmur of their voices praying in the other room, the words to a song playing on the CD player jumped out at me. It's called 'Ayer Te Vi' (Yesterday I Saw You) by Jesus Romero:
TE VI EN UN NIÑO DE LA CALLE (I saw you in a child ont he street)SIN UN LUGAR PARA DORMIR (without a place to sleep)
TE VI EN SUS MANOS EXTENDIDAS (I saw you in his outstretched hands)PIDIENDO PAN PARA VIVIR (asking for break to live)TE VI EN SUS OJOS SUPLICANTES (I saw you in his begging eyes)Y EN SU SONRISA TITUBIANTE (in his hesitant smile)AYER TE VI (yesterday I saw you) This song goes on to beg the Lord see those who are in the midst of affliction, and turn his face toward them.The image is not word for word what I was seeing in this home. However it is a picture of someone clinging to life in the midst of affliction; l someone tired and despairing. grasping for hope.
The image of the kitten in the rafters remained in my mind even after I closed my eyes to finish praying. Even she has a sweet escape from the sufferings, the beatings, the fears, the rages that no doubt occurred inside these 4 walls. But what about Laddy? What about her mother? There were no rafters.
I was left challenged to discern what might be seen as good news to Laddy and her family. Sometimes 'evangelism' can be more difficult than it seems. And I didn't come up with a great answer. But I do believe the Lord has good news for this family. I'm simply still in the process of working out how to articulate it. What would you say?
Monday, July 5, 2010
GuaTrivia answers!!
1 - A (is this because everybody WANTS the end of the loaf of bread or because they DONT??)
2 - B (The students of my English class taught me this!)
3 -C (Know who they are?? Look them up online!)
4 - B (Sometimes also written Coatemala!! there are a LOT of trees... but also lots of birds and water.. especially in the RAINY season..)
Thanks for learning with me! :o)
2 - B (The students of my English class taught me this!)
3 -C (Know who they are?? Look them up online!)
4 - B (Sometimes also written Coatemala!! there are a LOT of trees... but also lots of birds and water.. especially in the RAINY season..)
Thanks for learning with me! :o)
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Far North...
Today's post is a reflection and item for prayer. A more detailed report of my ministry (which is very busy right now!) will be coming soon. But first I would like to share what was discussed in a staff meeting last week. I give credit to Joel Vandyke and the rest of the EdT staff for their contributions to this reflection.
The gospel of Mark, chapter 8, has a lot to say about suffering. Jesus heals a blind man, and the Bible says 'he saw everything clearly'. The next scene in the chapter takes place with Jesus' disciples. They are in Caesarea Philippi - the farthest point north that Jesus is reported to have reached. It is here, far from their religious headquarters, far from God's holy mountain, that Jesus asks the question: 'Who do you say I am?' Peter boldly declares that Jesus is the Christ. What a declaration, spoken unabashedly with strong conviction.
Yet this question is not the end of the matter. Jesus begins to tell them about his purpose for coming to the earth. He begins to tell them of the suffering that is to come. He breaches the subject of death. And how does Peter, man of conviction, respond? He rebukes Jesus. He rebukes Jesus. And Jesus responds: "Get behind me, Satan... you have in mind the things of men." He extends to Peter and the rest of his followers this challenge: "If anyone would come after me, he must deny himself and take up his cross and follow me. For whoever wants to save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for me and for the gospel will save it."
Some questions it has provoked in my heart: Have I gone with Jesus to the 'far north'? Has he confronted me with the question 'WHO AM I?' in a place where the answer might be challenging to say with conviction? In a place where I do not feel saturated by the counsel of the religious community? What is my response?
Many people have experienced and are experiencing suffering. The loss of a parent or child. The questions of provision for your family. The frustrations of medical mysteries. The embarrassment of losing face in the community - be it large or small. The difficulty of resisting sin's temptation. The difficulty of surrendering your desires to the Lord.
Suffering is a reality.
In the words of Elizabeth Elliot, God gave us grace, but he didn't give us immunity.
However in the end it seems Peter took Jesus' words to heart. Later, we find in 1st Peter: "Dear friends, do not be surprised at the painful trial you are suffering, as though something strange were happening to you. But rejoice that you participate in the sufferings of Christ, so that you may be overjoyed when his glory is revealed. If you are insulted because of the name of Christ, you are blessed, for the Spirit of glory and of God rests on you."
What an encouragement.. to hold to my conviction in the 'far north' of suffering.
--> Right now there are a lot of families suffering here in Guate- not only due to the economy, but also because of the recent volcano eruption followed by the devastating tropical storm Agatha. Please keep them in your hearts and prayers.
The gospel of Mark, chapter 8, has a lot to say about suffering. Jesus heals a blind man, and the Bible says 'he saw everything clearly'. The next scene in the chapter takes place with Jesus' disciples. They are in Caesarea Philippi - the farthest point north that Jesus is reported to have reached. It is here, far from their religious headquarters, far from God's holy mountain, that Jesus asks the question: 'Who do you say I am?' Peter boldly declares that Jesus is the Christ. What a declaration, spoken unabashedly with strong conviction.
Yet this question is not the end of the matter. Jesus begins to tell them about his purpose for coming to the earth. He begins to tell them of the suffering that is to come. He breaches the subject of death. And how does Peter, man of conviction, respond? He rebukes Jesus. He rebukes Jesus. And Jesus responds: "Get behind me, Satan... you have in mind the things of men." He extends to Peter and the rest of his followers this challenge: "If anyone would come after me, he must deny himself and take up his cross and follow me. For whoever wants to save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for me and for the gospel will save it."
Some questions it has provoked in my heart: Have I gone with Jesus to the 'far north'? Has he confronted me with the question 'WHO AM I?' in a place where the answer might be challenging to say with conviction? In a place where I do not feel saturated by the counsel of the religious community? What is my response?
Many people have experienced and are experiencing suffering. The loss of a parent or child. The questions of provision for your family. The frustrations of medical mysteries. The embarrassment of losing face in the community - be it large or small. The difficulty of resisting sin's temptation. The difficulty of surrendering your desires to the Lord.
Suffering is a reality.
In the words of Elizabeth Elliot, God gave us grace, but he didn't give us immunity.
However in the end it seems Peter took Jesus' words to heart. Later, we find in 1st Peter: "Dear friends, do not be surprised at the painful trial you are suffering, as though something strange were happening to you. But rejoice that you participate in the sufferings of Christ, so that you may be overjoyed when his glory is revealed. If you are insulted because of the name of Christ, you are blessed, for the Spirit of glory and of God rests on you."
What an encouragement.. to hold to my conviction in the 'far north' of suffering.
--> Right now there are a lot of families suffering here in Guate- not only due to the economy, but also because of the recent volcano eruption followed by the devastating tropical storm Agatha. Please keep them in your hearts and prayers.
Friday, April 30, 2010
La Vida... Automatic or Manual?
This is a post of thanksgiving. God placed a challenge before me for the month of April and it has brought me insight, understanding, confidence, and much mobility. I learned to drive in Guatemala.
This involved three aspects:
a) understanding the traffic rules,
b) learning the streets and city layout,
c) and most fundamentally, learning to drive stick-shift.
***This may seem a rather simple task to some of you-- indeed many of you have accomplished much more challenging and complicated things in your lives. But for me it was a big deal.... Remember I'm only 22 and God has blessed me with a pretty protected life from stress and challenges!
Anyhow, I learned a number of things through this challenge that I would like to share with you, I hope you are edified by them.
a) Driving through life in an 'automatic' car is very different than driving the 'manual' life. When driving manually, every action is a conscious one. This is a metaphor for my life in Guate- culturally, spiritually, emotionally, and physically... I have been forced to become more conscious of my daily 'driving' and need to think about the pace set by my decisions, as well as the consequences and the benefits. Life is not auto-pilot, and decisions are often much more challenging.
b) Processes are not only about arrival at an end goal. So often we rush to get results, focused solely on the end goal. I tend to do this so much that I forget to appreciate the process. Yet without the process of learning to drive I would have missed the lessons of patience, humility and trusting the Lord in uncertainties. Not to mention the process of understanding myself better!
c) Avoid tunnels and bridges. They usually take you to places where it is difficult if not impossible to turn around. And for those of you on the ground here in Guate, I can testify that there are very few 'retornos' on the Aguilar Batres. VERY FEW.
d) Studying your surroundings is essential. This is survival - your surroundings can prevent you from getting lost (or crashing!). This is also a metaphor for my life here in Guate, I am learning how to be sensitive and adapt to a new culture. Seeing the way that others act, look, speak, etc... It is survival. I was immensely encouraged tonight by a woman who told me she appreciated my mannerisms and actions- said they were considerate and could see I had adapted to cultural subtleties. It's a slow process, but I am trying!!
e) Guatemalans typically use different landmarks than Americans... Instead of this grocery store or that street sign, it's the bridge, tunnel, tree, or overpass. Things without names. I am learning to see with different eyes. It's a gift from the Lord, actually. I'm not referring to looking for different landmarks along the road. I mean learning to see differently: learning to see other people with different eyes; learning to see God with different eyes; learning to see myself as God sees me.
Along these lines, I'd like to share a passage that has been in my mind lately:
In Genesis 16, Hagar learns she is pregnant and flees from her mistress Sarah, who is mistreating her. In the desert, the angel of the Lord visits her. He calls her by name and asks her what she is doing. He gives her a promise and reminds her that he knows her needs and will be faithful to her. He also tells her to return to her mistress. At the end of this conversation, she has the privilege of naming God.
"She gave this name to the LORD who spoke to her: 'You are the God who sees me,' for she said, 'I have now seen the One who sees me.'" (v.13)
I, too, want to 'see the One who sees me', and remember his promise of faithfulness in all circumstances- distress, injustice, desperation, fear....
He is faithful.
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This involved three aspects:
a) understanding the traffic rules,
b) learning the streets and city layout,
c) and most fundamentally, learning to drive stick-shift.
***This may seem a rather simple task to some of you-- indeed many of you have accomplished much more challenging and complicated things in your lives. But for me it was a big deal.... Remember I'm only 22 and God has blessed me with a pretty protected life from stress and challenges!
Anyhow, I learned a number of things through this challenge that I would like to share with you, I hope you are edified by them.
a) Driving through life in an 'automatic' car is very different than driving the 'manual' life. When driving manually, every action is a conscious one. This is a metaphor for my life in Guate- culturally, spiritually, emotionally, and physically... I have been forced to become more conscious of my daily 'driving' and need to think about the pace set by my decisions, as well as the consequences and the benefits. Life is not auto-pilot, and decisions are often much more challenging.
b) Processes are not only about arrival at an end goal. So often we rush to get results, focused solely on the end goal. I tend to do this so much that I forget to appreciate the process. Yet without the process of learning to drive I would have missed the lessons of patience, humility and trusting the Lord in uncertainties. Not to mention the process of understanding myself better!
c) Avoid tunnels and bridges. They usually take you to places where it is difficult if not impossible to turn around. And for those of you on the ground here in Guate, I can testify that there are very few 'retornos' on the Aguilar Batres. VERY FEW.
d) Studying your surroundings is essential. This is survival - your surroundings can prevent you from getting lost (or crashing!). This is also a metaphor for my life here in Guate, I am learning how to be sensitive and adapt to a new culture. Seeing the way that others act, look, speak, etc... It is survival. I was immensely encouraged tonight by a woman who told me she appreciated my mannerisms and actions- said they were considerate and could see I had adapted to cultural subtleties. It's a slow process, but I am trying!!
e) Guatemalans typically use different landmarks than Americans... Instead of this grocery store or that street sign, it's the bridge, tunnel, tree, or overpass. Things without names. I am learning to see with different eyes. It's a gift from the Lord, actually. I'm not referring to looking for different landmarks along the road. I mean learning to see differently: learning to see other people with different eyes; learning to see God with different eyes; learning to see myself as God sees me.
Along these lines, I'd like to share a passage that has been in my mind lately:
In Genesis 16, Hagar learns she is pregnant and flees from her mistress Sarah, who is mistreating her. In the desert, the angel of the Lord visits her. He calls her by name and asks her what she is doing. He gives her a promise and reminds her that he knows her needs and will be faithful to her. He also tells her to return to her mistress. At the end of this conversation, she has the privilege of naming God.
"She gave this name to the LORD who spoke to her: 'You are the God who sees me,' for she said, 'I have now seen the One who sees me.'" (v.13)
I, too, want to 'see the One who sees me', and remember his promise of faithfulness in all circumstances- distress, injustice, desperation, fear....
He is faithful.
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Sunday, April 18, 2010
Flor del Año
The other day a gal who has grown up in a rough neighborhood of Villa Nueva, Guatemala, was giving me a botany lesson. There was a team constructing a bedroom for her and her siblings, and it just so happens that their land is on a hillside, overlooking the whole city of Villa Nueva:
Right outside the window, this plant was growing:
It's a weed, not grown domestically, and not very well-liked because it gives off a less-than-desirable odor. She called it 'Flor del Año' (Flower of the year). I can't seem to find any info online about it by that name, but maybe someone reading this might be able to help me out with that.
Anyhow, its beauty struck me... ever since I first saw it along the side of the road last summer I have wanted to pull over and take a picture. It seems to grow even in the most desolate of places, bringing a ray of beauty.
María is a flor del año. She has grown up on a slope of the city, in an overcrowded home, with an abusive father. She is poor and lacks self-esteem, and on her own has no resources to accomplish her dreams. What she has goes to her family, and she is helping to care for her younger siblings and unable to find work or pursue studies at the university. It's not the life anyone would carve out for themselves.
But she is growing in the Lord. From the 2 hours I spent talking with her, I could see that she trusts God to protect and provide. And I can see she is a source of hope to her own family. But that doesn't mean it's easy. That doesn't mean she is treated as the princess that she is to the Lord. She is simply a bush growing on the side of the road, not worth stopping for.
But to me, she is like a ray of beauty in a desolate place.. and evidence of God's grace and faithfulness.
Please keep this girl and others living in the 'lowest places' in your thoughts and prayers.
She reminds us that "grace flows downhill... and pools up in the lowest places."
Kim <><
Right outside the window, this plant was growing:
It's a weed, not grown domestically, and not very well-liked because it gives off a less-than-desirable odor. She called it 'Flor del Año' (Flower of the year). I can't seem to find any info online about it by that name, but maybe someone reading this might be able to help me out with that.
Anyhow, its beauty struck me... ever since I first saw it along the side of the road last summer I have wanted to pull over and take a picture. It seems to grow even in the most desolate of places, bringing a ray of beauty.
María is a flor del año. She has grown up on a slope of the city, in an overcrowded home, with an abusive father. She is poor and lacks self-esteem, and on her own has no resources to accomplish her dreams. What she has goes to her family, and she is helping to care for her younger siblings and unable to find work or pursue studies at the university. It's not the life anyone would carve out for themselves.
But she is growing in the Lord. From the 2 hours I spent talking with her, I could see that she trusts God to protect and provide. And I can see she is a source of hope to her own family. But that doesn't mean it's easy. That doesn't mean she is treated as the princess that she is to the Lord. She is simply a bush growing on the side of the road, not worth stopping for.
But to me, she is like a ray of beauty in a desolate place.. and evidence of God's grace and faithfulness.
Please keep this girl and others living in the 'lowest places' in your thoughts and prayers.
She reminds us that "grace flows downhill... and pools up in the lowest places."
Monday, April 12, 2010
Fire breathing and dancing
Wanted to share 2 videos and some photos from the events I participated in over the weekend.
The first event was an evangelical outreach with kids on the streets in Villa Nueva. This church is committed to Street evangelism for the coming year and this was their first event. Very successful and great discipleship plan for the 2 teens that committed their lives to the Lord. Looking forward to more visits to that community!
VIDEO (click here)
The second event was a 'Health Day' festival in a plaza in the city. The ministry Very Special Arts took part in the program... they work in the arts offering workshops and classes for handicapped persons. One singer, a blind man, sang 'America' and 'New York, New York'. Then a group of adults in wheelchairs performed 2 dances. This gives you a taste of the accomplishments and beauty of this ministry. Their members, a very marginalized group here in Guatemala, have many dreams and hopes, and VSA is making them some true!
VIDEO (click here)
As a note, the choreography of this dance demonstrates not only beauty and grace but also the hardships and struggles a severe handicap brings. We so commonly turn away from hardships and pain in life... or encourage those around us to 'cheer up' or 'move on'. Yet pain, suffering, and loneliness are realities in our world. We cannot simply brush them off as non-existent, or go on living as though they have not affected our hearts and lives. A handicap affects life. A loss affects life. Pain changes things.
As Christians, we are called to enter in and understand the pain of our brothers and sisters. Healing begins with a knowledge of the specific need. What is more, the scriptures carry a multitude of stories, poems, laments, and examples of suffering being expressed, even embraced. Bottom line, God works in the hearts of people through pain and suffering, not in spite of it. He brings healing and hope without negating the reality of our hearts.
Very Special Arts is a ministry that is entering into the process of hope and healing in this way, and it is beautiful. They are struggling with funding right now, pray that God provides their daily bread to continue serving Him! Also pray that both events carried an effective message that keeps touching the hearts of people even long afterwards. It's amazing how the Spirit works...
Kim <><
The first event was an evangelical outreach with kids on the streets in Villa Nueva. This church is committed to Street evangelism for the coming year and this was their first event. Very successful and great discipleship plan for the 2 teens that committed their lives to the Lord. Looking forward to more visits to that community!
VIDEO (click here)
The second event was a 'Health Day' festival in a plaza in the city. The ministry Very Special Arts took part in the program... they work in the arts offering workshops and classes for handicapped persons. One singer, a blind man, sang 'America' and 'New York, New York'. Then a group of adults in wheelchairs performed 2 dances. This gives you a taste of the accomplishments and beauty of this ministry. Their members, a very marginalized group here in Guatemala, have many dreams and hopes, and VSA is making them some true!
VIDEO (click here)
As a note, the choreography of this dance demonstrates not only beauty and grace but also the hardships and struggles a severe handicap brings. We so commonly turn away from hardships and pain in life... or encourage those around us to 'cheer up' or 'move on'. Yet pain, suffering, and loneliness are realities in our world. We cannot simply brush them off as non-existent, or go on living as though they have not affected our hearts and lives. A handicap affects life. A loss affects life. Pain changes things.
As Christians, we are called to enter in and understand the pain of our brothers and sisters. Healing begins with a knowledge of the specific need. What is more, the scriptures carry a multitude of stories, poems, laments, and examples of suffering being expressed, even embraced. Bottom line, God works in the hearts of people through pain and suffering, not in spite of it. He brings healing and hope without negating the reality of our hearts.
Very Special Arts is a ministry that is entering into the process of hope and healing in this way, and it is beautiful. They are struggling with funding right now, pray that God provides their daily bread to continue serving Him! Also pray that both events carried an effective message that keeps touching the hearts of people even long afterwards. It's amazing how the Spirit works...
Kim <><
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Missing Mom...
A week and a half ago I went to a girls juvenile delinquent facility here in Guatemala as an interpreter for a Vision Team visiting from the States. I spent a couple hours playing soccer and talking with the girls. Two women from the American group shared their testimonies, one about the challenges that resulted from sexual abuse as a child, the other about how God had protected her from sorrows in her life but that she had only been living a lie and did not really love the Lord.
Both spoke of how their past and present were very different because of the LORD's presence in it.
This led to a few testimonies from the girls we came to visit. All are in prison for serious crimes, drug involvement, gang involvement, etc.. Some have infants or toddlers who were born inside the walls where their mothers are imprisoned. And all of them are between the ages of 14 and 18.
-One girl shared that she missed her mom, who no longer came to visit her. Her family was angry at her for getting in trouble with the law and didn't want anything to do with her.
-Another gave me a bracelet that she made and asked me to pray for her. Her family lived in LA and she hadn't heard from them for some time.
-Another gal shared through tears about her fear regarding the next day. She was being transferred to a different place but didn't know why or where. She felt like she was being ripped away from the only family she had.
-Another told us that she was hoping to complete school when she got out of prison, and wanted to study medicine. She has at least 2 years more behind bars.
They were simple conversations, only the beginnings of a relationship, but the Lord spoke so strongly to my heart that these girls were simply that: girls. He also revealed that they were my ministry. They needed a big sister.
What is more, we are no longer being let into the prisons. The bosses in charge have declared that non-profit groups no longer will have access to come and visit prisoners. Period.
So this trip was our last chance to see the girls. Thankfully, we were able to leave Bibles for each girl, and the Word can touch lives despite our absence. But the influences each day from all sides are against the Lord's voice in their hearts- pray that the Holy Spirit conquers the negativity, anger, emotional abuse, and tension that surrounds these girls every day. Pray that he gives them trust in HIS ways and timing to bring justice for mistreatment these girls are subject to. Pray that he touches the hearts of the authorities that we might be able to once again enter the prisons and build relationships with these girls.
I am praying that God reveals the reason for touching my heart so deeply during this visit... I have deep convictions about continued work in this particular mninistry in EdT's network, but my hands are tied.
Kim <><
Both spoke of how their past and present were very different because of the LORD's presence in it.
This led to a few testimonies from the girls we came to visit. All are in prison for serious crimes, drug involvement, gang involvement, etc.. Some have infants or toddlers who were born inside the walls where their mothers are imprisoned. And all of them are between the ages of 14 and 18.
-One girl shared that she missed her mom, who no longer came to visit her. Her family was angry at her for getting in trouble with the law and didn't want anything to do with her.
-Another gave me a bracelet that she made and asked me to pray for her. Her family lived in LA and she hadn't heard from them for some time.
-Another gal shared through tears about her fear regarding the next day. She was being transferred to a different place but didn't know why or where. She felt like she was being ripped away from the only family she had.
-Another told us that she was hoping to complete school when she got out of prison, and wanted to study medicine. She has at least 2 years more behind bars.
They were simple conversations, only the beginnings of a relationship, but the Lord spoke so strongly to my heart that these girls were simply that: girls. He also revealed that they were my ministry. They needed a big sister.
What is more, we are no longer being let into the prisons. The bosses in charge have declared that non-profit groups no longer will have access to come and visit prisoners. Period.
So this trip was our last chance to see the girls. Thankfully, we were able to leave Bibles for each girl, and the Word can touch lives despite our absence. But the influences each day from all sides are against the Lord's voice in their hearts- pray that the Holy Spirit conquers the negativity, anger, emotional abuse, and tension that surrounds these girls every day. Pray that he gives them trust in HIS ways and timing to bring justice for mistreatment these girls are subject to. Pray that he touches the hearts of the authorities that we might be able to once again enter the prisons and build relationships with these girls.
I am praying that God reveals the reason for touching my heart so deeply during this visit... I have deep convictions about continued work in this particular mninistry in EdT's network, but my hands are tied.
Kim <><
Monday, March 29, 2010
GuaTrivia
For those of you participating in GuaTrivia, here are your answers!
Kudos to you for wanting to learn about other cultures!! =)
#1 ) d #2 ) b #3 ) b #4 ) c
And feel free to check out other entries in this blog... there are lots of stories!
Kudos to you for wanting to learn about other cultures!! =)
#1 ) d #2 ) b #3 ) b #4 ) c
And feel free to check out other entries in this blog... there are lots of stories!
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Disabilities?
Yesterday I had the privilege of helping for a special event at a school here in Guate. The school is a fancy, expensive French school with a campus more beautiful than any I've ever seen. The event was a series of workshops with a ministry called Very Special Arts that works among handicapped persons to help them develop their talents. They have given classes in various types of dance, painting, and music. They seek out artists in the 'lowest places'... Many handicapped persons can be found on the streets begging for money, others are abandoned by their family and live in orphanages even on the streets.
The incredible thing is that this event was a series of workshops given by the artists. I was assistant to María Eugenia, a woman with a spinal condition that limits her coordination and movements of arms and legs. She taught a seminar on how to paint using your feet. She had all the students on the floor, shoes off, with paintbrushes wedged between their toes and trying to draw circles and squares.
I found myself reflecting on the incredible humility, positivity, and abilities of a woman who has never been able to leave her wheelchair without the assistance of another person. Yet despite her 'disabilities' I found myself wondering who was more disabled: her or I?? I revel in independence and pride myself in not needing the help of others. I am not able to appreciate a stroll through the grass accompanied by a sister in Christ as María appreciated it. I eat my food using my own hands, but rarely appreciate being fed each bite from the hand of the Lord. Could it be that I have disabilities I am unaware of? Is God truly shown strong in my weaknesses? María has taught me more than a new style of painting. She's reminded me of my dependence on the Lord's help and grace each moment of my life.
The incredible thing is that this event was a series of workshops given by the artists. I was assistant to María Eugenia, a woman with a spinal condition that limits her coordination and movements of arms and legs. She taught a seminar on how to paint using your feet. She had all the students on the floor, shoes off, with paintbrushes wedged between their toes and trying to draw circles and squares.
I found myself reflecting on the incredible humility, positivity, and abilities of a woman who has never been able to leave her wheelchair without the assistance of another person. Yet despite her 'disabilities' I found myself wondering who was more disabled: her or I?? I revel in independence and pride myself in not needing the help of others. I am not able to appreciate a stroll through the grass accompanied by a sister in Christ as María appreciated it. I eat my food using my own hands, but rarely appreciate being fed each bite from the hand of the Lord. Could it be that I have disabilities I am unaware of? Is God truly shown strong in my weaknesses? María has taught me more than a new style of painting. She's reminded me of my dependence on the Lord's help and grace each moment of my life.
Friday, February 26, 2010
Dead dogs..
Well, yesterday marked 1 month on the ground in Guatemala. I find it hard to believe it has already been that long. And I truly love serving God where He has me.
Wednesday I had the privilege of sitting in on an EdT intern meeting... and the Director of EdT, Joel, walked us through the II Samuel 9, the story of David's kindness to Mephibosheth.
...You will want to take a moment to read the chapter in order to understand my reflections here. It's not too long.
In this story, David asks one of Saul's former servants, Ziba: "Is there anyone from Saul's family that I can show God's kindness to?" This is remarkable. "Is there anyone from Saul's family that I can show God's kindness to?" David is at the height of his prosperity and power, with the ability to do whatever he wants. And he seeks to "show God's kindness" to the family of an enemy. And not just any enemy, but one who sought to kill him relentlessly.
...When was the last time we asked within our communities: "Is there no one left to whom I can show God's kindness?"
The only family member to be found in Saul's family is Mephibosheth, who is lame in both legs. (The story about his injury is found in II Sam 4.) Ziba appears very opposed to honoring Mephibosheth, seems to dub him unworthy of the kindness David seeks to extend. Nonetheless, David has Mephibosheth brought to him. David tells him that in honor of his father Jonathan, he is giving back all the land that Saul owned, and that the servant Ziba and his family will care for it, and that Mephibosheth will always eat at the King's table.
...Have I judged someone unworthy of God's kindness? On what criteria? From whose counsel?
But there is more to the story.... Mephibosheth does not say: 'Finally! someone recognizes the injustice of my circumstances!" Instead, out of his humility, he replies: "what is your servant, that you should notice a dead dog like me??"
...This story really hits home after seeing a dead dog lying on the carretera (highway) the very same afternoon. It's pitiful-- even revolting-- imagery.
What is more, the Bible says Mephibosheth was living in Lo-Debar, which translates 'no harvest'. Everyone knew nothing good came from Lo-Debar. No one wanted to reside there. Bottom line, it wouldn't be the first place one would want to extend charity, grace, or kindness.
Yet the story doesn't end there either. A few chapters later David is forced to flee for his life because his son Absalom wants the throne. Ziba the servant comes to visit David while he's in hiding. He tells David that Mephibosheth did not come; that he has betrayed David to support Absalom. When hearing this, David transfers all the land into Ziba's name. After the commotion has settled and David returns to the throne in Jerusalem, he confronts Mephibosheth on betraying him
(ch. 19). Mephibosheth responds:
"26 My lord the king, since I your servant am lame, I said, 'I will have my donkey saddled and will ride on it, so I can go with the king.' But Ziba my servant betrayed me. 27 And he has slandered your servant to my lord the king. My lord the king is like an angel of God; so do whatever pleases you. 28 All my grandfather's descendants deserved nothing but death from my lord the king, but you gave your servant a place among those who eat at your table."
It's also mentioned that Mephibosheth neither trimmed his beard or his nails until David returned to Jerusalem. He was indeed loyal. David in turn offers back the land he had given to the deceitful servant. But Mephibosheth does not even care-- he merely desires to be once again in the presence of the King.
What do we most desire-- to fellowship with the Lord and be in his presence (at His table!), or ___(something else)___?
My work here in Guatemala is in Lo-Debars. Someone recently asked me: "What good can come from there?" regarding a particular context we minister in. Yet there is another Lo-debar in the scriptures. Jesus grew up in Nazareth, which was regarded as a worthless place. In John 1, one of Jesus' own disciples says: "Nazareth! Can anything good come from there?" The Lord seems to have a way of revealing his grace and purposes through the people of Lo-Debars. Mephibosheth had his priorities right... the most important thing was being in the King's presence. He knew he was a 'dead dog' unworthy of honor and inheritance. Each day I imagine he rejoiced as he fellowshipped with the King. When the King was not present, he neither shaved nor bathed and wept for David. And through all this, he was lame in both legs. Life wasn't perfect. But he was given a seat at the King's table.
Wednesday I had the privilege of sitting in on an EdT intern meeting... and the Director of EdT, Joel, walked us through the II Samuel 9, the story of David's kindness to Mephibosheth.
...You will want to take a moment to read the chapter in order to understand my reflections here. It's not too long.
In this story, David asks one of Saul's former servants, Ziba: "Is there anyone from Saul's family that I can show God's kindness to?" This is remarkable. "Is there anyone from Saul's family that I can show God's kindness to?" David is at the height of his prosperity and power, with the ability to do whatever he wants. And he seeks to "show God's kindness" to the family of an enemy. And not just any enemy, but one who sought to kill him relentlessly.
...When was the last time we asked within our communities: "Is there no one left to whom I can show God's kindness?"
The only family member to be found in Saul's family is Mephibosheth, who is lame in both legs. (The story about his injury is found in II Sam 4.) Ziba appears very opposed to honoring Mephibosheth, seems to dub him unworthy of the kindness David seeks to extend. Nonetheless, David has Mephibosheth brought to him. David tells him that in honor of his father Jonathan, he is giving back all the land that Saul owned, and that the servant Ziba and his family will care for it, and that Mephibosheth will always eat at the King's table.
...Have I judged someone unworthy of God's kindness? On what criteria? From whose counsel?
But there is more to the story.... Mephibosheth does not say: 'Finally! someone recognizes the injustice of my circumstances!" Instead, out of his humility, he replies: "what is your servant, that you should notice a dead dog like me??"
...This story really hits home after seeing a dead dog lying on the carretera (highway) the very same afternoon. It's pitiful-- even revolting-- imagery.
What is more, the Bible says Mephibosheth was living in Lo-Debar, which translates 'no harvest'. Everyone knew nothing good came from Lo-Debar. No one wanted to reside there. Bottom line, it wouldn't be the first place one would want to extend charity, grace, or kindness.
Yet the story doesn't end there either. A few chapters later David is forced to flee for his life because his son Absalom wants the throne. Ziba the servant comes to visit David while he's in hiding. He tells David that Mephibosheth did not come; that he has betrayed David to support Absalom. When hearing this, David transfers all the land into Ziba's name. After the commotion has settled and David returns to the throne in Jerusalem, he confronts Mephibosheth on betraying him
(ch. 19). Mephibosheth responds:
"26 My lord the king, since I your servant am lame, I said, 'I will have my donkey saddled and will ride on it, so I can go with the king.' But Ziba my servant betrayed me. 27 And he has slandered your servant to my lord the king. My lord the king is like an angel of God; so do whatever pleases you. 28 All my grandfather's descendants deserved nothing but death from my lord the king, but you gave your servant a place among those who eat at your table."
It's also mentioned that Mephibosheth neither trimmed his beard or his nails until David returned to Jerusalem. He was indeed loyal. David in turn offers back the land he had given to the deceitful servant. But Mephibosheth does not even care-- he merely desires to be once again in the presence of the King.
What do we most desire-- to fellowship with the Lord and be in his presence (at His table!), or ___(something else)___?
My work here in Guatemala is in Lo-Debars. Someone recently asked me: "What good can come from there?" regarding a particular context we minister in. Yet there is another Lo-debar in the scriptures. Jesus grew up in Nazareth, which was regarded as a worthless place. In John 1, one of Jesus' own disciples says: "Nazareth! Can anything good come from there?" The Lord seems to have a way of revealing his grace and purposes through the people of Lo-Debars. Mephibosheth had his priorities right... the most important thing was being in the King's presence. He knew he was a 'dead dog' unworthy of honor and inheritance. Each day I imagine he rejoiced as he fellowshipped with the King. When the King was not present, he neither shaved nor bathed and wept for David. And through all this, he was lame in both legs. Life wasn't perfect. But he was given a seat at the King's table.
Monday, February 8, 2010
Ministry visits!
This past week was exciting and encouraging. I am beginning to visit with ministry leaders whom we are hoping will join our network. We offer grassroots leaders theological and leadership training seminars, encouragement, and resources (as able). Since I do not have my own transportation yet (Lord willing I will be mastering the stick shift pronto, its just that the hills into town still make me a little nervous!), I have been finding rides from friends and family from the church here. They have been a wonderful blessing.
I am also encountering the challenges of language and location... sometimes I miss comments and subtleties, and finding the ministries is sometimes a little tricky. I find myself at times doubting my capabilities in communication and relating to others. It is a process of learning not to trust in my own strength...and I'm seeing how God fills the gap and is shown strong in our weakness.
The ministry visits are exciting... I get to see leaders in action, and they also have many stories to tell and lots of vision for where their ministry is headed.
This past week I met with Martha, who runs a colegio (private school) for pre-kinder through 6th-graders. In two small rooms in the school, they are currently housing 15 orphans who also attend the school. Martha also has children living in her own house that come from such circumstances. Things are tight financially, and she and her family have learned to trust Jesus for every day's provision. Martha is proactive in seeking out that provision - in the last few years she has won an award from Avon for being an agent of change in her community. Her trust in the Lord, humility, and heart for children are a beautiful testimony of Christ's love.
I also met with Pastor Avelino this past week. He is running two lunch programs for 190 children in neighborhoods of high risk and extreme poverty. Each lunch is accompanied by a Bible lesson and encouragement for the children. Each day kids are receiving encouragement- to hope for a future outside their difficult circumstances, being reminded that Jesus loves them. This program has been going in his neighborhoos for almost 18 years, and 9 years ago they began things in a second neighborhood. Each child brings a tupperware and glass, and many children take their lunches to-go, perhaps because it is shared with other members of the family. A few of the children enrolled in the program are physically or mentally disabled. In these cases, Avelino and his church have taken on the responsibility of taking the children to therapy, and in some cases purchasing a wheelchair or other necessities. Recently, Avelino's wife has been diagnosed with cancer and the doctors say there is not much they can do for her. However Avelino's own family's struggle has not kept them from sharing God's hope with the community. Their brokenness and fear has allowed them to identify even more with the people they are serving. Pastor Avelino is indeed a river of God's grace in a difficult place.
Photos of Pastor Avelino (with the kids) and his wife (serving the food):
I am also encountering the challenges of language and location... sometimes I miss comments and subtleties, and finding the ministries is sometimes a little tricky. I find myself at times doubting my capabilities in communication and relating to others. It is a process of learning not to trust in my own strength...and I'm seeing how God fills the gap and is shown strong in our weakness.
The ministry visits are exciting... I get to see leaders in action, and they also have many stories to tell and lots of vision for where their ministry is headed.
This past week I met with Martha, who runs a colegio (private school) for pre-kinder through 6th-graders. In two small rooms in the school, they are currently housing 15 orphans who also attend the school. Martha also has children living in her own house that come from such circumstances. Things are tight financially, and she and her family have learned to trust Jesus for every day's provision. Martha is proactive in seeking out that provision - in the last few years she has won an award from Avon for being an agent of change in her community. Her trust in the Lord, humility, and heart for children are a beautiful testimony of Christ's love.
I also met with Pastor Avelino this past week. He is running two lunch programs for 190 children in neighborhoods of high risk and extreme poverty. Each lunch is accompanied by a Bible lesson and encouragement for the children. Each day kids are receiving encouragement- to hope for a future outside their difficult circumstances, being reminded that Jesus loves them. This program has been going in his neighborhoos for almost 18 years, and 9 years ago they began things in a second neighborhood. Each child brings a tupperware and glass, and many children take their lunches to-go, perhaps because it is shared with other members of the family. A few of the children enrolled in the program are physically or mentally disabled. In these cases, Avelino and his church have taken on the responsibility of taking the children to therapy, and in some cases purchasing a wheelchair or other necessities. Recently, Avelino's wife has been diagnosed with cancer and the doctors say there is not much they can do for her. However Avelino's own family's struggle has not kept them from sharing God's hope with the community. Their brokenness and fear has allowed them to identify even more with the people they are serving. Pastor Avelino is indeed a river of God's grace in a difficult place.
Photos of Pastor Avelino (with the kids) and his wife (serving the food):
Friday, January 29, 2010
Adjusting to Guate...
Well, the adjustment is beginning, and thanks to the Lord his grace over me!
Culturally...
I am getting used to greeting everyone with a kiss when I enter a place, and the little catch phrases are starting to come back to me. Language has come very naturally this time around, though I could use a bit of prayer because my formal 'you' (Usted) form of speech is a bit rusty... and I want to be able to be polite!
Physically:
It's been beautiful weather, but you still gotta bring a sweater with you, and nights are chilly.
My stomach is not behaving... I managed to get some amoeba thing going on but they assure me with these particular meds it will be gone in 8 hours.
I am excited about the opportunities I have to walk from place to place, it's good excercise and a great way to observe the people and culture around me.
Spiritually:
God is faithful, although I am being pushed out of my comfort zone regularly! I am sure this will continue as I start visiting ministries the coming week.
My primary responsibilities in the next 2 months will be as a 'ministry liaison' between the grassroots (local) ministries and Estrategia de Transformacion(EdT). This means I meet weekly with ministry leaders, find out what their vision is for ministry, and how they're making it happen. It will also include coming to particular events and observing/participating to see what's really happening, as well as encouraging them in their work however possible. Out EdT network offers them leadership and theological training, and seeks to connect them to other grassroots ministries as well as partner them with organizations abroad. The end goal is self-sustainment for each of the ministries in the network.
I begin these visits on Monday, Lord willing. I am learning to drive stick-shift (thank you to my VERY patient boyfriend for the help with this!) and will be more mobile once I master the klutch and don't need to request rides from friends.
As for housing logistics, I will either be living in Pinula with a host family or in San Cristobal (sector of Guatemala city) with a few American gals. Both are reasonable options, and transportation will be the deciding factor.
Tomorrow night I will be going to a funeral for a pastor, "Azucar" (pronounced ah-SOO-kahr, meaning Sugar) who worked in a rough neighborhood here in Guate. He hosted a church in his home, and campfires in the street for the children on the weekends, among other things. He was loved by everyone in the community. He was shot unexpectedly and the community is devastated. His ministry was part of the EdT network and thus we are coming alongside them in their pain. Attendance at the funeral is expected to be max-capacity, and also presents an opportunity to share the beautiful hope that Azucar and many others can have, even in death.
Blessings to you all, and thank you for your prayers and support.
Kim <><
Culturally...
I am getting used to greeting everyone with a kiss when I enter a place, and the little catch phrases are starting to come back to me. Language has come very naturally this time around, though I could use a bit of prayer because my formal 'you' (Usted) form of speech is a bit rusty... and I want to be able to be polite!
Physically:
It's been beautiful weather, but you still gotta bring a sweater with you, and nights are chilly.
My stomach is not behaving... I managed to get some amoeba thing going on but they assure me with these particular meds it will be gone in 8 hours.
I am excited about the opportunities I have to walk from place to place, it's good excercise and a great way to observe the people and culture around me.
Spiritually:
God is faithful, although I am being pushed out of my comfort zone regularly! I am sure this will continue as I start visiting ministries the coming week.
My primary responsibilities in the next 2 months will be as a 'ministry liaison' between the grassroots (local) ministries and Estrategia de Transformacion(EdT). This means I meet weekly with ministry leaders, find out what their vision is for ministry, and how they're making it happen. It will also include coming to particular events and observing/participating to see what's really happening, as well as encouraging them in their work however possible. Out EdT network offers them leadership and theological training, and seeks to connect them to other grassroots ministries as well as partner them with organizations abroad. The end goal is self-sustainment for each of the ministries in the network.
I begin these visits on Monday, Lord willing. I am learning to drive stick-shift (thank you to my VERY patient boyfriend for the help with this!) and will be more mobile once I master the klutch and don't need to request rides from friends.
As for housing logistics, I will either be living in Pinula with a host family or in San Cristobal (sector of Guatemala city) with a few American gals. Both are reasonable options, and transportation will be the deciding factor.
Tomorrow night I will be going to a funeral for a pastor, "Azucar" (pronounced ah-SOO-kahr, meaning Sugar) who worked in a rough neighborhood here in Guate. He hosted a church in his home, and campfires in the street for the children on the weekends, among other things. He was loved by everyone in the community. He was shot unexpectedly and the community is devastated. His ministry was part of the EdT network and thus we are coming alongside them in their pain. Attendance at the funeral is expected to be max-capacity, and also presents an opportunity to share the beautiful hope that Azucar and many others can have, even in death.
Blessings to you all, and thank you for your prayers and support.
Kim <><
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Travels!
Greetings!
My departure is scheduled for tomorrow...Jan. 25!! I'll be traveling from about 10am to 10pm.. (Grand Rapids to New Jersey to Texas to Guate, for you frequent flyers).
I am spending the first 5 days in Santa Catarina Pinula where I interned this past summer, and being work on Feb. 1.
Please pray for my travels on Monday, and the adjustment as I enter a new culture and context!
I am very excited, but I also know that it will be a completely different experience than this past summer, and that there will be a lot more responsibilities on me (and learning required!). It sounds like my first week of work will be mainly ministry visits with other members of the EdT staff. This would be great, because I can watch, observe, and learn a little more. My goal as I enter Guatemalan communities is to 'be a sponge' and understand as much as possible. I do not presume to have answers or solutions. In the language of Estrategia de Transformacion(EdT), I'm entering into conversations. With an open heart. I believe it's what we're called to.
Thank you again to all who have supported me with your prayers, financial help, and encouragement. This opportunity would not be possible otherwise! I'm still in need of financial support, and currently a few churches are still in the process of deciding whether they are able to partner with me at this time. Pray that God gives me peace in regards to his provision, means and timing!
In his steps,
Kim <><
My departure is scheduled for tomorrow...Jan. 25!! I'll be traveling from about 10am to 10pm.. (Grand Rapids to New Jersey to Texas to Guate, for you frequent flyers).
I am spending the first 5 days in Santa Catarina Pinula where I interned this past summer, and being work on Feb. 1.
Please pray for my travels on Monday, and the adjustment as I enter a new culture and context!
I am very excited, but I also know that it will be a completely different experience than this past summer, and that there will be a lot more responsibilities on me (and learning required!). It sounds like my first week of work will be mainly ministry visits with other members of the EdT staff. This would be great, because I can watch, observe, and learn a little more. My goal as I enter Guatemalan communities is to 'be a sponge' and understand as much as possible. I do not presume to have answers or solutions. In the language of Estrategia de Transformacion(EdT), I'm entering into conversations. With an open heart. I believe it's what we're called to.
Thank you again to all who have supported me with your prayers, financial help, and encouragement. This opportunity would not be possible otherwise! I'm still in need of financial support, and currently a few churches are still in the process of deciding whether they are able to partner with me at this time. Pray that God gives me peace in regards to his provision, means and timing!
In his steps,
Kim <><
Monday, January 4, 2010
2010!!
Well, this year is the beginning of many new things for many people... graduations, careers, weddings, babies... many of my friends and family members have exciting things going on.
I anticipate this year being one of extensive growth and change... I will be serving in full-time ministry beginning in February for at least a year!! I share in EdT(Estrategia de Transformacion)'s vision for community transformation among the least, last and lost.
I hope to explore the meaning and fruits of such ministry in this blog in the months to come. This may include prayer requests, theological reflections, and stories. My assumption is that you are reading this blog because you support my service in Guatemala. May I take a moment to say - Thank you for doing so!! The Lord has used his people to make this possible!
I thank God that he has given me the opportunity to fulfill one of my largest dreams... to serve in foreign missions in Latin America. Although I am only beginning this new chapter of my life, I can see that as I obey God's leading for my life, he also blessed me with deep joy. I pray that I can be as Jesus' disciple Mary, who chose the "one thing necessary". By seeking first the Lord, to truly find the desires of my heart fulfilled, and to honor him with my life.
I anticipate this year being one of extensive growth and change... I will be serving in full-time ministry beginning in February for at least a year!! I share in EdT(Estrategia de Transformacion)'s vision for community transformation among the least, last and lost.
I hope to explore the meaning and fruits of such ministry in this blog in the months to come. This may include prayer requests, theological reflections, and stories. My assumption is that you are reading this blog because you support my service in Guatemala. May I take a moment to say - Thank you for doing so!! The Lord has used his people to make this possible!
I thank God that he has given me the opportunity to fulfill one of my largest dreams... to serve in foreign missions in Latin America. Although I am only beginning this new chapter of my life, I can see that as I obey God's leading for my life, he also blessed me with deep joy. I pray that I can be as Jesus' disciple Mary, who chose the "one thing necessary". By seeking first the Lord, to truly find the desires of my heart fulfilled, and to honor him with my life.
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