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New home for WMF Sierra Leone

October 28, 2009

I’m excited to share some news about a wonderful opportunity for Word Made Flesh of Sierra Leone. As many of you know – Ryan and I spent 4 months with this ministry last year in SL and the original purpose of this blog was to share updates and process experiences of our time there.

One of the challenges of our time there was not having a central ‘headquarters’ so to speak. We tutored kids in one location, had Lighthouse meetings in another, staff meetings in yet another, and small group meetings in various locations. Even though WMF has had a presence in SL for almost 7 years, they have been – well, a bit nomadic… moving from place to place.

They have recently found an *amazing* (well, I think so!) possibility for their new ‘home’. It is located near Kroo Bay and is huge! They also say it is quite the steal (as far as price goes). It’s really hard to explain why this ‘home’ would be so beneficial and wonderful for the staff and children there – that’s why I encourage you to read about it here from the staff themselves (there’s also pictures!).

If you get excited about this too – please pray about this opportunity for them. They have big dreams for this place and I believe God can use the ‘home’ in the lives of a lot of children/teens that need a safe place. And if you feel led to give towards the purchase of this ‘home’, follow the directions at the end of this post.

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Now that I have seen, I am responsible

June 4, 2009

“Albertine”

I am sitting still
I think of Angelique
Her mothers voice over me
And the bullets in the wall where it fell silent
And on a thousandth hill, I think of Albertine
There in her eyes what I don’t see with my own
Rwanda

Now that I have seen, I am responsible
Faith without deeds is dead
Now that I have held you in my own arms, I cannot let go till you are

I am on a plane across a distant sea
But I carry you in me
And the dust on, the dust on, the dust on my feet
Rwanda

I will tell the world, I will tell them where I’ve been
I will keep my word
I will tell them Albertine

I am on a stage, a thousand eyes on me
I will tell them, Albertine
I will tell them, Albertine

I came across this video tonight and it struck a cord deep with in me. The words, the landscape, the buildings, the people, the children… it all reminded me of Sierra Leone. I could have sworn it was Sierra Leone… it took me back to our time there. I know at times it was very hard, but I find myself wanting to go back. I miss it. I miss Remie, Ali, Beatrice, Keyara… and so many others. I think about them often and wonder how they are doing.

I remember reading this book after we left Sierra Leone and recalling how we felt upon our departure. Almustafa has waited a long time to return to his birth place and is joyful as he learns he is leaving the city of Orphalese…

But as he descended the hill, a sadness came upon him, and he thought in his heart:

How shall I go in peace without sorrow? Nay, not without a wound in the spirit shall I leave this city.

Long were the days of pain I have spent within its walls, and long were the nights of aloneness; and who can depart from his pain and his aloneness without regret?

Too many fragments of the spirit have I scattered in these streets, and too many are the children of my longing that walk naked among these hills, and I cannot withdraw from them without a burden and an ache.

It is not a garment I cast off this day, but a skin that I tear with my own hands.

Nor is it a thought I leave behind me, but a heart made sweet with hunger and with thirst.

The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran

IMG_3411Ryan and I were ready to leave at the time… anxious to get home to what was familiar and comfortable… yet there was a sadness at the same time. Although we didn’t spend years in SL, I can liken our feelings to that above. And now as memories and faces come flooding back, all I can think is…

Now that I have seen, I am responsible.

We are responsible. I pray that God grows, not only me and Ryan, but in all of us, a heart and vision to live out this responisbility.

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Christmas thoughts

December 29, 2008

It’s late and I can’t sleep. I just can’t stop thinking about how much our realities have changed in a matter of a week. Just over a week ago we were in Freetown, Sierra Leone. One of our last days there was spent in Kroo Bay at our last Good News Club. We were handing out tickets for the Christmas party that we wouldn’t be able to attend. This Christmas party wasn’t just any ole Christmas party… this was ‘the’ Christmas party to these kids. And I can’t believe me and Ryan were not there for it.

And now, I can’t believe how much I have been stuffing my face w/ all this holiday food when I just left hundreds of starving kids in Kroo Bay. It disturbs me how easy it is for me to return to this ‘American culture’. I had hoped that 4 months in a foreign country so different from our culture would help break me from this American culture… but I’m realizing that it is going to take so much more. I don’t know how to reconcile these 2 worlds. 4 months in Sierra Leone isn’t enough to break years of over-indulgence and self-centeredness. I wish it was… but it takes something much greater than a ‘place’ to break free from those bondages.

And of all the times to return from one of the poorest countries… to one of the richest at the most over-indulgent, commercialized, and hypocritical times of year. Do I sound a bit bitter? Sorry, but I’m just a lil confused and frustrated at what Christmas has turned into. Everything just feels so unsettled for me right now. Nothing makes any sense. It just doesn’t seem right that I was worried whether my nieces and nephew would have enough this Christmas when they opened countless gifts in a matter of a few days when only a lucky 300 kids from one of the poorest slums in Sierra Leone only got one gift while the rest recieved none. It didn’t feel right to open so many gifts myself.

I apoligize for those of you who were looking for a warm and fuzzy holiday post. But these are just some of my thoughts as Ryan and I are struggling through the holidays back in America after our short stay in SL. If anything, I think struggling through all of this is really making me and Ryan re-evaluate our own lives and why we do what we do. One thing I have noticed is that me and Ryan have been closer this Christmas than we ever have before. And I’m thankful for that.

[For those of you who may not know what I'm refering to: the ministry we served with in SL runs a weekly program (Good News Club) in one of the poorest slums in SL and they have a big Christmas party that hundreds of kids look forward to all year. They get to feast on good food, open a present, dance and have fun, and get loved on by the awesome people who plan the whole event. But only a portion of all those kids can go b/c of limited space and resources, hence the tickets. For those of you who are interested, you can read here about this years' Christmas party.]

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The Little Ones

October 25, 2008

“The soul is healed by being with children”  – Dostoevsky

It seems that no matter what is going on or how bad a day I’m having, there’s always one thing that immediately lifts my spirits.  All it takes is walking down through Kroo Bay and having one or two kids yell “Alle, Alle” and run up to me with beaming smiles on their faces as they latch onto my leg.

There’s just something about those children.  The words that come to my mind are innocent, untainted, beautiful.  These kids don’t yet know that they’re some of the poorest in the world, their spirits haven’t been broken by the pain and despair of poverty.  Sure, they’ve felt the effects and probably gone hungry, but they haven’t grown calloused or bitter to the world because of their situation.  They’re just kids.  They run, they play, they laugh.  It doesn’t matter that they’re in the middle of one of the poorest areas in the world.  The street filled with trash and lined with open sewers is a perfect soccer field to them.  The empty plastic bottle is the perfect soccer ball.  They’re kids being kids, doing what kids are supposed to do, and it’s pure and beautiful.  When I walk through Kroo Bay and see the kids there, the words of Jesus just seem to make sense:

“Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these.”   -Mark 10:14

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Heaven Came Down

September 30, 2008

As I noted in a previous post, Kroo Bay recently experienced intense flooding.  Instead of me describing everything from that night, I found this article that describes what happened on Sept. 12 :  http://allafrica.com/stories/200809120734.html.   Kroo Bay is located at the low point of the city, and everything from the city – trash, sewage, runoff, etc., all flow towards it.  You literally have to walk down steps to go down into Kroo Bay.

In the days following the floods, once the water had receded, we had to go down to look at the damage ourselves.  We went to the medical clinic and had the opportunity to talk to the Community Health Officer (CHO) and another man, Saidu Turay, who works and lives within the community.  They sat with us for about an hour and talked about the floods, the community, and issues they were facing.  It was heart-wrenching to hear a first hand account of the flooding from Saidu.  He said in his room water was up to his chest.  Everything he owned (clothes, bed, etc.) was under water that night and was still wet as we were speaking six days later, because the sun still had not come out.  That night many residents (including many children) were literally swimming in a mixture of rainwater, street runoff and overflow of the open sewers, to get up to higher ground. Many had to gather at the community center to wait out the floods.

After sharing about the flooding they began to share about the lack of relief and assistance they received.  No one had come to bring any type of assistance up to that point (6 days later); however they said that many organizations had come down to view the damage.  They sadly shared that this was typical.  Many people come down to view the poverty and are moved emotionally, then make empty promises to do something about it.  They explained that so many people and organizations over the years have come and promised to make a difference, but have simply exploited Kroo Bay in the process (too much to write about this here, more to come in another blog).

Anyways, as we left Kroo Bay we were overwhelmed with feelings of compassion, sadness, and helplessness.  There were only 3 of us and the needs were so great, we just started asking “What can we really do?”  As we were wrestling through this, we were discussing the saying - ”The Need is the Call”.  Later that evening, we remembered that the CHO had mentioned during the conversation that one of their many immediate needs was basic cleaning supplies to clean and disinfect the clinic, which had also flooded.  We remembered one thing that Saidu had said, “A drowning man will grasp at a straw.”  We decided that even though our resources were small, we were going to offer what we could and pray for God to bless our feeble efforts.  So to make a long story short we went out and spent $50 American dollars (150,000 leones) on cleaning supplies.  A few days later we took it down to the clinic and simply offered it to them, apologizing that it was not very much, but offering them the supplies and telling them that we would love to help them clean.

Saidu, the nurses, and a group of birth attendants (about 20 people in all) gathered in this small room and began looking through the cleaning supplies we brought.  They went through each item, one by one, and talked about it and what they could use it for.  In the end, they all gathered together and began singing to us.  They sang with so much joy and thankfulness.  The words to the song were simple, simply saying “We’re welcome”, but their faces expressed so much more.  They clapped, they smiled, they sang, they danced.   Honestly, there’s no way to express into words what happened in our hearts during those few precious moments.  Tears immediately came to our eyes and are coming to me now thinking back about that morning.  As I think back, the only way I know to describe it is a saying that came to my mind that morning: “Heaven came down and glory filled my soul”.

It’s absolutely amazing to me that God could bless us and the people of Kroo Bay so much through just $50, but it doesn’t end there.  For all of you have supported us through this journey, the money we spent was extra support money that we were given before our trip.  I pray that God blesses your heart as you read this, knowing that through your faithfulness, God has given hope to these people of Kroo Bay and blessed us beyond anything we could have imagined. We thank you all from the bottom of our hearts.

There’s so much more I want to share about this experience as well as others we have had in Kroo Bay, but I feel like I would be writing all day to simply paint a tiny glimpse of how I truly feel.  So hopefully there will be more to come in the future……we want to continue to work with the medical clinic during our time here.  While down there, they showed us the ”delivery room” and said they had already had 19 births there this month alone.  Trust me, this was no ordinary delivery room.  They told us that if we could get them some candles that would be greatly appreciated, as they need them when they have deliveries at night!  Unbelievable.  These people are amazing.