Thursday, June 25, 2009
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Grupos y mas grupos
My two families: In back- Mark, Dad, Mom
In front: Carlos, Diana, Teresa (host mom), and Daniel
As we visited the Ruines of Copan, the President Mel Zelaya was
also there and was welcomed in by women in their traditional dresses.
Dad at the Mango festival in Yuscaran
Mark, Mom, and Kathy and Virgil at Zamorano
checking out the plants and grafted trees
The kids have been good in general. We have gone to the pool as a prize, which is awesome because it is really hot. Most of the kids are fairly healthy, with a few still dealing with chronic lice. Little Hector is still pretty sick and not responding to his ARVs. Keep him in your thoughts because his mom is out of the country right now and we are praying that his health will start improving. Often times the hospital we go to has no ideas of what more to do for him.
On another note, it has been exciting to see kids improving in school. They are halfway done with their school year and will finish in Novemeber. We are pushing them and working to keep them focused in this time with many mission groups visiting. I have been pushing the kids I tutor with multiplication tables and working to read syllables and sentences.
I was sent an interesting summary of a current political history of Honduras under Zelaya. It might be of interest to someone: http://www.coha.org/2009/05/21st-century-socialism-comes-to-the-banana-republic/
I have also been reading Shane Claibornes Becoming an Answer to Our prayers. It has been a bit of a teaser because I long for this faith community that he talks about. I have still been going to the Catholic church on Sundays but its a service to the other orphanage. Its a blessing to be surrounded by joyful kids but I still have a longing for community of people my age. It will be nice to be back in KC for that but I know there are so many great ways I have been stretched and challenged by God here as well.
Things that I will miss from Honduras:
-getting romantic texts nearly everday from my phone company TIGO
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Familia in Honduras
We just finished a water balloon fight (bomba de Agua) with the kids and some volunteers working here. Although still a little damp, I'm feeling quite refreshed.
Honduras experienced an earthquake during the night. Here in Nueva Esperanza we experienced a little tremor. Liz and several household members came awake and felt the shaking (Liz told us about her dream that things were moving in the morning before we learned there was an actual earthquake,) but we Kansans were exhausted and slept right through it. Everyone in this area is safe, although we heard about a death caused by the earthquake near the epicenter in the north near the island, Utila.
We've been greeted with wonderful hospitality by Liz' host family, Theresa, Carlos, Daniel, and Diana, and also by her many coworkers. We attended mass yesterday at the chapel where I hummed along with a couple of familiar tunes, but was mostly entertained during the sermon by a rather large insect (Carol estimates 3 inches long!) crawling up my leg.
One special experience has been to meet Nicole, the girl we've been sponsoring. She's shy, but very pretty. Carol gave her a hand made blanket (though right now there's certainly no need for a blanket - it's been very hot and humid) decorated with hearts (corazones.)
We have shopped at a couple of grocery stores, and were somewhat surprised to see Vigilantes (guards) armed with rifles. Everyone has been friendly, but it speaks to the inherent safety issues here.
We've had a wonderful time traveling with Mark, and reuniting our family, and we look forward to the next 8 days.
Blessings to all back home. Rannie and Carol Goering
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
La esperanza real
Be still
Listen to the stones of the wall.
Be silent, they try
to speak your
Name.
Listen
to the living walls.
Who are you?
Who
are you? Whose
silence are you?
Who (be quiet)
Are you (as these stones
are quiet). Do not
Think of what you are
still less of
what you may one day be.
Rather
be what you are (but who?) be
the unthinkable one
you do not know.
O be still, while
you are still alive,
and all things live around you
speaking (I do not hear)
to your own being,
speaking by the Unknown
that is in you and in themselves.
I will try, like them
to be my own silence:
And this is difficult. The whole
world is secretly on fire. The stones
burn, even the stones
they burn me. How can a man be still or
listen to all things burning? How can he dare
to sit with them when
all their silence
is on fire?(Paletas, ice pops, made from fresh fruits, you never get enough.)
Lately, I have been thinking of the concept of self-control as it relates to hope. Reading The Shack, the recent popular book by William Young, brought up some interesting thoughts through the main character´s conversations with Jesus. Jesus brings up how humans are always thinking about the future and what will be or worring about the past, but never really living in the moment. Humans spend so much time worrying that they forget to live. Sound familiar?
Recently at the orphanage we have been struggling with a variety of development issues. We have a huge disconnect between the U.S. office and the real struggles of Nueva Esperanza, Honduras. Despite huge staff turn-over and lack of funds, the real issues appear to be peeling back the layers of people´s hearts and the value they assign to each other as fellow human sufferers. It seems that we can be so blind as people that we forget to just sit and listen. Just sit, take in the silence of the walls and understand the burning that is around you. Just sit with the wounds and remember that you too know what pain and loss feels like. We forget what a gift it is to hope for someone, right now for whatever the day will bring. We forget the real power that people have to change their present situations, attitudes, and habits. We give people hope just by believing that each person is valuable. This is how we can be self-controled in hoping for someone, teaching our minds to be focused on the present, neither judging the past actions nor the future capabilities of people.
Recently, on a bus ride a Honduran who had lived in the States for 4 years told me about his immigration experience. He had crossed illegally and had scraped together a job and housing in Maryland. However, he painfully spoke of the huge sacrifice it was to miss his family and his culture, especially through the winters. He seemed enchanted with learning english, but understood the brutal realities and risks of immigration.
At one point, he asked me why it was so easy to get a visa to come to Honduras, but not the States. The realities of economic and political relationships between the two countries seemed all too real in this moment. Instead of making a hopeful statement about Obama changing immigration, I decided to sit with this burning. I told him that this really is an unjust situation and even to his embarrassment, I apoligized for it. So much of the time it can be easy to see this huge immigration problem and just despair for immigrants. However, living in hope, which isn´t easy because it calls us to be self-controlled in our thinking, allows us to keep moving foward right now (taking what actions we can) and let the future be what it will. It seems that being self-controlled in hope allows us to not guess about the future, but to really make a change in the moment. And these are the real changes that are possible.
Though my Honduran friend had been through a tough experience, he now had a job, was living with his family, and was continuing to greet people with a smile. It was clear he had gained inner strength through those years. And who is to judge what his future will bring...
I love this quote, and everyone who knows me well has heard it at some point;
Do not think that love, in order to be genuine, must be extraordinary. What we must do is love without getting tired. -Mother Teresa
This love that is unexhaustable teaches us to hope. We don´t decide to love kids in a couple of days when they behave better, or decide to help the poor tomorrow because we will have more compassion then. No, we choose hope today because we know that it is based in present action and is based in unexhuastable love.
Hope also holds on in the present to the possibilites and does not let the unpredictability of the future reign. It is difficult at times when you see the patterns of oppression, of destruction, of backwards development, and of habits to keep focusing on the hope that is before you. But the fact is, each day is new. Each day is hopeful. Each day brings unknown changes that weren´t known to soothsayers, fortune tellers and the future-minded.
I´ve been really learning experientially about hope here. There are many days when the girls I am teaching refuse to come to clases, working to finish the 3rd grade at the ages of 16 and 18 years old. In the developed world, many people wonder what future hope these girls have with a 3rd grade education. However, they have a passion to clean, to cook, and to do crafts. Though these activities may not be highly paid, it does not mean they are not valueable and provide hope for these girls. The fact is we as humans do not know what tomorrow brings. We can only plan, and worry, and dream for the future, while the present is being lived out.
It has been the same thing to hope for nearly all the kids here, as the HIV/AIDS so strongly affects their lives. But we don´t look toward the future and say, oh they probably won´t live long. Instead we hold on to the present, disciplining them, educating them, and feeding them each day, employing the present hope we have for them. Here in Honduras, this concept of self-controlled hope has hit me hard. People just don´t seem to plan as much for the future, buying the food and things they need each day or as the money is available. In many ways, it has taught me to live more in each day and rejoice in the seasons of the earth as we eat the fruits that are ripe and available at specific times. For example, we hoped for mango season but we thoroghly enjoyed the watermelon season. Living in hope implies living right now.
I have two months to go here in Nueva Esperanza. Its so tempting to plan for August, where I will live, what I will do, and how it will all happen. However, there is so much hope being enacted around me. There is so much listening I still have yet to do; there are so many hugs to give, books to read or be read to me, and games to play. I am still here. I am here to Hope.
May you also learn to hope, for the here and now, remembering that you are an agent of hope in this very moment.
Two good books about immigration experiences:
Enrique´s Journey- Sonia Nazario
Across a Hundred Mountains- Reyna Grande
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
La Semana Santa
right to left (the nephew of my host family and his little brother, a beautiful house in another town called La Villa de Sanfrancisco, a huge bunch of yellow coconuts, 4 of the kids I have worked with tudoring here, the new grey van we got to haul the kids around here.)
For Semana Santa or Holy week, right before Easter, I headed out to Gracias to visit Michael. First, we met up with some friends of Michaels that are biking from Virginia to the Mennonite World Conference in Paraguay. It was amazing to hear thier stories what all they have been given or experienced. I was especially amused by the story where they got handed an entire boxed pizza on the road. They were really organized with their whole trip. They just passed Managua in Nicaragua and should keep going all the way through Peru and Bolivia{s tough highlands. You should check out their blog- http://americas.bikemovement.org/
Semana Santa was a relaxing but really hot week. With Michael, we saw the sawdust carpets that are displayed as stations of the cross from the Catholic church. This procession began at 9 am and we walked from station to station, carefully stepping over the sawdust beauties and working to keep cool. We only lasted 2 hours but it kept going until noon. They had interesting invocations that were politically charged, and spoke to specific offenses that the government had done against the people, all the while asking for God{s forgiveness. It was moving but a sweaty experience.
Its the hottest time in Honduras right now, especially here in Nueva Esperanza. We are just sweating wherever we sit or stand. It can be miserable, especially in our computer lab. That is also why we rejoice that watermelons are in season and we are eating them at least 3 times a day, if not 4 for snacks. Can{t get enough.
I keep enjoying playing soccer with my host family. My younger sister is obsessed and rejoiced when they didn{t have school yesterday so she could stay up till 11pm to play. We have been eating a lot of ciruelas, which are a little green or red (depending how ripe) fruit with a pit. They are great as well. The mentality has continued to be, if its in season you eat lots of it.
I feel really adapted to this life. As I{ve reflected, I{ve realized how quickly I have accepted life as it is here. I{ve learned to say often, asi es la vida (that{s how life is). Last night my host family was watching the president speak and picking out his errors in speech and false promises. They told me that{s just how Honduras is with its politics. I find myself at times frusterated with how easily I have adapted or accepted certain parts of the life here. Even with my struggles within Montana de Luz, I am praying to be woken up and keep having the courage to challenge the difficult realities of unstable electricity and inconsistent water.
Relationships with my coworkers are going better. I have become quite close with my most frusterating coworker, which has been a real surprize. I can see the heart this coworker has for Montana de Luz, I just wish there could be more compassion in her words and actions. The way in which someone is treated, regardless if they are young and rebelous, makes all the difference in how they feel loved and have the hope to keep loving. Reflecting deeply on this has made my interactions with this coworker harder, yet at times more rewarding. She is adamently against being associated or considered Christian, but has admited that she believes in spirits. She connected this belief to the death of her grandma and further contact with her. Through many unconfortable conversations, we have shared our thoughts on life and relationships. Recently this coworker said, [Liz, I would be religious too, if all people were religious like you.] As she has never seemed to respect me before, I was caught off guard and am excited to see how our relationship can grow from here.
Right now I am reading The Road to Peace by Henry Nouwen. He is really inspiring me to dig deeper into my prayer life, and not just as wishful thoughts but as the true agent of change in conflicts and other tough situations.
Just wanted to share some good quotes I picked up-
[Christians today, if they want to be Christians, have to find the courage to make the word peace as important as the word freedom. THere should be no doubt in the minds of the people who inhabit this world that Christians are peacemakers.]
[The invitation to a life of prayer is the invitation to live in the midst of this world without being caught in the net of its wounds and needs. The word prayer stands for a radical interruption of the vicious chain of interlocking dependencies that leads to violence and war, and for an entering into an entirely new dwelling place. It points to a new way of speaking, of breathing, of being together, of knowing- truly , to a whole new way of living.]
[Panic, fear, and anxiety are not part of peacemaking. This might seem obvious, but many who struggle against the threat of a world war not only are themselves motivated by fearm but also use far to bring others to action. Fear is the most tempting force in peacemaking. The stories about nuclear weapons and descritions of what would happen if a nuclear war were to take place are so terrifying that we are easily inclined to use that fear to bring ourselves as well as others to be advocates of peace...peacemaking is the work of love and (in love there can be no fear, but fear is driven out by perfect love. 1 Jn 4:18). ] p.16
That{s whats up here and what{s going through my head. Please pray for the kids of Montana de Luz. Little Hector has gotten better, now taking a stronger antiretroviral. Also, we have Fernando who is struggling with a deep cough and is very behind in school. Please pray that he may be well to really focus on school and not drop behind another year. May you enjoy and be refreshed with all the beautiful people and challenges that surround you today.