There is a story. Every life is a story. Each story is a part of a larger story. This larger story has been going for a very long time. Are you brave enough to not be the star of your story, to be a bit part in the larger story going on around you? I hope I am...
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
The Crossing
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Obama-mania & Waldo
The people, and the politicians here believe that tourism is going to increase, and that once the president-elect takes office, that he will increase trade with Kenya, and Africa. The reason for the hype is because his father was from Kenya. It will be interesting to see, just how accurate their dreams are going to be. It will also be interesting to see how they will react, if their dreams do not come true.
There is a Kenyan music artist here who has written a song called “Obama Be Thy Name.” We are also hearing on the radio the “Barak Obama” song that talks about painting the Whitehouse black. One of the national newspapers in Kenya gave away free calendar posters called “The Year of Obama” and begins with the month of November. You can buy Barak Obama key chains, posters, and other paraphernalia.
Obama-mania has caused those of us in the TI compound to come up with a few “Obama-isms” of our own. We talk about how we like “Barak-and Roll” music. When something exciting is happening we say “Barak on!” I think I even heard someone make a reference to an “Obama-nation.” Please understand that we are not bashing the newly elected president. We are just feeling like we are caught between “Barak and a hard place” when it comes to celebrating his victory as someone who came from very little, to the 44th president of the United States, and yet is seemingly worshipped as some kind of god.
Now to return to things I am here to do in Kenya. I love hanging out with the kids here at out different projects, and meeting different kids on our journeys. One of the first places I visited here (with the rest of the TI team) was a school. I had fun with the kids by jumping with them as they surrounded me and jumped themselves. As I jumped, I would bend my knees to make myself shorter as I jumped. Once I got as low as my legs would allow, I duck-walked around the yard with them. I then extended my hand to shake hands with one of the children. As I shook their hand, I would stand up as though the hand shaking would act a jack. The jumping would begin again when I was back to “full height.”
I had my picture taken in the crowd of children, and have included two levels of a “Where’s Waldo” type game for you to pass your time away. Have fun, and I will post more of what is happening under African skies again later.
Friday, October 17, 2008
A Realization of Purpose
Some want to know if we are saving souls for God. The answer to that is yes, but not in the way that you are expecting us to. We are participating in God's plan for restoring of all of creation to Him. He is not interested in a person's spirit only. He is not going to raise their ghost so that a person can play a harp for him while sitting on a cloud. God is interested in the entire person, body and soul. God wants to have creation back to the perfect state it was in before sin entered the world. We all have the chance to operate in the plan.
Jesus was doing more than just making sure that people were going to heaven. He was restoring them to the Father so that creation was just a little bit better than it was. He was asked by John the Baptist, through his disciples, if Jesus was the one to be expected. Jesus did not respond by telling him how many people he had ushered into heaven when they died. His response talked about the sick that were healed. If you want to know if I am making a difference in the spiritual lives of others, I will ask you what you see when you look at the TI site. Children are being fed and educated, their widowed mothers and grandmothers are earning a living. Street girls are being taken off the street and given a home to live in, food in their bellies, an education, and are surrounded by people who love them for who they are, not what they can get from them.
Everything in life is spiritual, because God is in all and through all. When someone becomes a little bit more whole because of a need being met in their physical life, their spiritual life is affected too. We read in the book of Hebrews that the great heroes of faith did not see the end result of what they were doing. I will not see the end result of what I am doing while I am still alive, but I know that everything that I am doing is for the benefit of God's Kingdom when it is restored to the proper design.
I could never understand why I was feeling so awkward when people asked me what I would be doing. I now understand the reason. I had not contributed to the needy. I had given money to things, and I had provided clothing to organizations, but I never stepped into the lives of those who were in need and truly saw their need. My role here is still developing, but I no longer am ashamed that I didn't know how to answer people. For those of you who pray for me, continue to ask God to show me what it is that I am doing here. I need guidance on how to come along side the interns and help them understand their purposes when they are here and when they return to their homes.
I may be opening a can of worms for some people. However, as I stated in my blurb about me, I want to encourage people to make a difference in the world, and see the world as something bigger than their individual stories. I think that we as North Americans and Western culture people, have become too self absorbed. We need to look beyond ourselves and start making a difference in the lives around us.
Until next time....Grace and Peace.
Monday, September 1, 2008
One Week Under African Skies
It has been one week since I landed in Nairobi. I hit the ground running, as I got a chance to visit with most of the projects supported in one fashion or another by Transformed International (TI). There are still a lot of adjustments to make to my new home here in Kitale. Not the least of which is recognizing that Kitale is now my home. I am feeling somewhat disjointed, but am slowly fitting into the culture here. The language barrier is huge. All I can do is sit and listen to the Swahili being spoken around me, and ask for translation if I think that I should know what is being said.
On Saturday, we went to visit Hope Bright Future (HBF), which is the children’s home that TI sponsors. As soon as we rode in on the back of the boda bodas (bicycle taxi’s), the children came running to meet us. Two boys immediately latched on to me, and proceeded to treat me as their own personal mzungu (white person) jungle gym. The first child to greet me and tell me his name was Molongo. I picked him up and he proceeded to ask the kids if they knew who I was. When they told him “No” he proudly told them that he did know me, and that my name was Sean.
The second boy, John, clung to me for the entire day, and only let go when it was time to take lunch, and when it was time to go. The rest of the day was spent with him sitting on my lap, walking as he held my hand, jumping up and hooking his legs around mine so that he could hang upside down while I walked (a very difficult task to accomplish I might add). The older girls in the home treated us to a couple of dramas, some poems, and a few songs. They were very good. One of the dramas was called “The Stupid Maid.” It was about a girl who was hired as a maid, but knew nothing of what is meant to be a maid, or how to do anything. She was shown around the house and how things worked, and what their purpose was. She was told that the fridge was for making warm things cold. When the lady who hired her left for the day, the stupid maid found that the baby was warm and remembered, “Madam said that if something is warm, it is to go into the fridge.” The maid promptly put the baby in the fridge. When the mother came home, she had to call the police to come and arrest her stupid maid, because the baby did not survive the stay in the fridge. It was a rather morbid, but funny story none-the-less.
Today (Wednesday), Daniel and I went to the street girls’ home to make a delivery, and to see how they are doing. We sat in on their sewing class for an hour, and watched as they each took turns naming the parts of the sewing machine and the tools that go with sewing, as well as watching them thread the machines. Daniel said that they are more attentive to the seamstress than they are to their teacher for their schooling. It was good to see them doing so well. It is not an easy life that they have left behind, and the rules for them are pretty strict. One of the original street girls, who left the project just 20 days in, begged Daniel, Meredith and Anne to take her back. She said that she realized that she truly was alone on the streets and that she made a big mistake in leaving. She returned to the NEEMA (pronounced nay-ma) home yesterday to even stricter rules than that of her house mates, and knows that this is her final chance to make a better life for herself. If she leaves now, or in the future, she will not be allowed back ever.