Wednesday, March 30, 2011

What "Love" means to me


Assignment for my interpersonal communication class on what love means to me by way of a song.


I'm sure you're all familiar with the word association game. You're given a word and you say the first thing that comes to mind. Well when I hear the word “love”, the first thing I think of is God. 1 John 4:8 in the New American Standard Version (I will use this translation whenever I quote the bible from here on.) of the Christian Bible says “God is Love.” This is the reason I decided to choose the song “Beautiful” by the Christian artist, Mercy Me.


This song really represents to me the kind of “agape” love that God has for me. I've been hearing this song on 95.9 The Fish for months now, but it didn't really strike me until a couple of weeks ago. I was having one of those really crummy days where I was feeling rejected and unlovable. This song reminded me how valuable I am to God and just how loved I am by Him. Agape love is described as sacrificial love. The book, Interpersonal Communication: Relating to Others on page 324, says “Agape love is based on a spiritual ideal of love. It involves giving of yourself and expecting nothing in return.” John 15:13 in the Bible says “Greater love has no one than this, that one lay down his life for his friends.” Then Romans 5:8 goes on to say “But God demonstrates His own love toward us, in that while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.” This really sums up for me what agape love is all about.


The lyrics in the song Beautiful really do a good job expressing this love. The first verse says:


“The days will come when you don't have the strength
When all you hear is you're not worth anything
Wondering if you ever could be loved
And if they truly saw your heart they'd see too much”


Even before this song really hit home and became significant in my life, this verse struck a chord in me. Growing up, I struggled with ADHD, overwhelming anger and depression. I tried to commit suicide several times. Although it was really more a cry for attention than it was an honest attempt to kill myself. I still remember the darkness and despair of those times though. I had no hope. I'm sure a lot of this contributed to a low self esteem. I constantly over analyze myself and other's opinions of me. Inherently I am self absorbed, I'm a liar, I'm overly dramatic, I have little tact, no self control and I rarely finish what I start. Of course realizing this about myself I've felt unworthy of love. I want love and I seek it, but ultimately I feel just plain unworthy and usually end up withdrawing because of that sense.


That is the part of God's agape love for me that I absolutely love. He knows me better than I know myself. Every action, every thought, every motive. And He still loves me enough to die. The third verse in Mercy Me's Beautiful talks about that. It says:


“Before you ever took a breath
Long before the world began
Of all the wonders He possessed
There was one more precious
Of all the earth and skies above
You're the one He madly loves
Enough to die”


I love the way they said that. “You're the one He madly loves enough to die.” For heavens sake, he is GOD, creator of the Universe. Isaiah 40:26 talks about how he put the stars in the sky and calls them by name. Who I am that He would love me enough to die? But He did. Then being God as He is, he defeated death so that he could have a relationship with me.


But he didn't stop with defeating death to demonstrate his love for me. He did that for everyone, not just me. Part of the chorus of Beautiful says:


“You are treasured, you are sacred, you are His.”


Another part of the song says:


“You're beautiful in His eyes.”


Even though He sacrificed himself for everyone, I still feel special. I am his. I am beautiful to him. He has continued to prove this to me throughout my life. I could give you some “easy” examples that might be explained away by circumstances other than God's intervention. For instance, by all rights I should be an unmarried mother or addicted to drugs, in prison maybe. Actually the way I was going, I should be dead by now. But I'm not. I married to a wonderful man, the mother and stepmother of 4 wonderful kids. Pursuing a degree, albeit a little later than usual. I'm alive and thriving. My experience with this doesn't stop there though. I have two examples of experiences that I often rely on whenever I have doubts about whether or not God is real or how much he loves me.


The first happened when I was 5. Long before I committed myself to following Jesus. I was sitting by the back door and prayed out loud for God to give me a rainbow every day. I remember my mom trying to explain to me that God doesn't always give us everything we ask for. Later that day, a rainbow appeared in the sky. Shortly after that, I went to my first day of kindergarten. Painted on the back wall was a big rainbow. I still have a picture of me standing next to it with my kindergarten teacher. And I think of God's love for a little 5 year old girl every time I look at it.


My second example happened 4 years after I became a Christian. I was working at a bank as a teller supervisor in charge of the vault. I made a careless mistake while balancing my cash at the end of the day that made it look like I had tried to force balance the books. Of course this wasn't the case. I was on the bus on the way home when I realized my mistake and immediately called my supervisor to tell her that she would need to meet me in the morning to audit me. She did and then immediately fired me for force balancing. I tried to explain that it was an honest mistake, but they didn't bend and I was let go. This was completely unexpected and I was devastated. The rent was coming due, I didn't have any family in the area and didn't have a car to aid me in looking for another job. I spent the rest of my week traveling around on the bus filling out applications. I remember sitting in church on Sunday when they passed the offering plate. I had $4 in my purse. That was all the money I had left. I remember thinking that $4 wasn't going to do anything for me anyway, so I threw it in the offering plate. Immediately after the service a couple that I had been helping to watch their children approach me and tell me that they had a car they wanted to give me. The next day, Monday, Human Resources from my bank called and told me that my manager had been wrong to fire me. They asked if I wanted my job back. Between the timing and quantity and the quality of the blessings that God bestowed on me that weekend, I can't attribute it to anything other than God.


These two examples prove to me that, just as the song says, I am His. He is watching out for me on a personal level. He is involved in every facet of my life. He proved his love by dying for me and continues to prove His love to me by being with me.


Now, I became a Christian 10 years ago during a drug overdose at which time I realized that I was no longer in control of my life. I relinquished myself to God and was immediately overwhelmed with the reality of his love for me. I am so grateful to Him for everything he's done for me. Since then I've been working hard to show my appreciation. I can never adequately return his love. But in John 21:15-17 Jesus tells one of his disciples that if he really loves him, he should take care of his sheep. “His sheep” being those people who follow Jesus. In Matthew 25:34-40 Jesus talks about how when we care for those in need, we are caring for him. So now I do my best to love God in return by working to care for those in need. Whether it be sharing encouraging words with a person who is hurting, raising money or supplies for various charities in need or telling someone who needs to know how much they're loved just how much Jesus really loves them. I'm trying to do these things. And I still pray that God would give me more opportunities to love him by “feeding his sheep”.


In conclusion, my love for God is not an agape love. I'm not really sure what kind of love it is. A reactive love of gratitude, maybe. But if he withdrew his love from me, if he took it all back, I wouldn't love him. The wonderful thing about God's agape love is that it really is unconditional. It doesn't matter if I return his love or not. There is nothing I can do that would cause God to stop loving me. And that's what makes it agape love.

Monday, January 24, 2011

Christmas in Kenya


So I've had a lot of people asking me for details from my trip to Kenya. There is so much to tell that I thought it would be easier to just do it this way.

I'll start by saying that this is the fourth time I've been to Kenya, but the very first time for the sole purpose of visiting family rather than a short term mission trip. It was a completely new experience! It was what I imagine it will be like when Patrick and I are working there as long term missionaries rather than short termers.

I spent a lot of time worrying about the girls in preparation for this trip. I thought to myself that it is one thing for me to get malaria or whatever other risks there are, but it is a completely different story when it involves my children. So any slight consideration to be had for them became huge worries for me and I spent a lot of time preparing as a result. At a Moms & More meeting at church one Thursday (when I was at the height of my worrying) I was reminded once again that Mwende and Mwelu are God's daughters and their lives are within his control. He has a plan for them just like he does for me. This gave me great comfort and enabled me to give all those worries to Jesus.

We bought a few things in preparation for the trip. We bought two Boba Carriers (one of which we accidentally left at home). The one that we brought ended up being INVALUABLE. It would have been even better had we remembered the other one! (Mwende still fits!) For the car, we bought a RideSafer Vest. This didn't end up being as useful as I had hoped. Most of the time we just ended up putting Mwende in the back middle with people on either side of her. We didn't bring a car seat for Mwelu. I had discussed the matter with her doctor and we had decided the most practical would be for her to just be held on my lap. I tended to put her in the Boba Carrier in the car as well. It just seemed more secure to me.

I went all out for the plane. For safety I bought Mwende the CARES system. I felt safer with her in it, but she tended to want out of it to lie down. So we used it about half the time. For Mwelu I bought the Baby B'Air flight vest. This was definitely useful and gave me a lot more peace of mind about Mwelu's safety in case of turbulence. It also turned out that Kenya Airways and Swiss Air gave us infant safety belts for takeoff and landing which threaded through my belt. By the way, I have to credit the discovery of a lot these items to Shelly Rivoli's book, Travels With Baby. Very useful book and website! In their carry-on and diaper bag I packed all sorts of things to keep the girls entertained. My sister gave Mwelu an Air Play tray table cover for Christmas. She liked playing with this on and off the plane. For Mwelu I also packed a couple of picture books, her baby doll, her Sophie Giraffe teether, and a duck puppet that quacks "Old McDonald". For Mwende I packed coloring books, sticker books, story books, a doodle pro, her baby doll and a surprise doll (in case of a meltdown) from South Africa that I picked up at a friends boutique. It turns out that most of this stuff for Mwende was pointless since international flights have movies.

I was also very concerned about medicines to take. I made sure to take every medicine that Mwende was able to take. This was pretty much limited to Tylenol, Benadryl and children's Tums. Mwende was also prescribed a anti-malarial by the travel clinic at Kaiser. Mwelu however was too young to be taking an anti-malarial, so we just had to hope for the best with her. I also brought medications for Patrick and I, but forgot the one medication that no one should ever go overseas with out. An antidiarrheal. :\

Anyway, that pretty much concludes the preparations part of it. The flights went much better than I expected them to. Some might recall that Heathrow Airport in London shut down shortly before Christmas. We came to find out that some of the people on our flight (not including us) were called and told that the flight was canceled. We weren't aware of this and showed up to the airport and were told that the flight was indefinitely delayed until Heathrow authorized the flight to come. So we made ourselves comfortable on the floor of LAX and the girls ran around and flirted with various people. It turned out it was only delayed 2 or so hours (I can't quite remember) and then we got to board shortly after 6pm and take off. The flight from Los Angeles to Heathrow went really smoothly. Mwelu promptly fell asleep and Mwende spent the first hour and a half watching Beauty and the Beast before she fell asleep. The flight was 10 1/2 hours long and they didn't wake up until we landed at Heathrow around 1pm, London time. I can't say the same for myself since I had Mwelu on my lap and was fearful of falling asleep with her there. Since we had, at this point, a 4 hour layover we just found it easier to relax and let everyone else get off the plane before we attempted it. We got off to a whole lot of confusion. It turned out the buses that normally go between terminals had stopped running due to the weather, so we had to go through customs in order to leave the airport and take the train to the correct terminal. The problem? We didn't bring coats and it was negative degrees outside. Turned out to not be so bad as all that. We never really went "outside", only into a train terminal that didn't have any heat. I had packed a lot of blankets in the carry on for sleeping on the airport floor, so we bundled up the girls really well and went for it. When we got to the correct terminal we found out that we didn't yet have a gate assigned. We managed to eat and then found an abandoned corner of the terminal that had plenty of space for the girls to play and a hookup for internet for Patrick and I to play. ;) Our plane ended up being about 3 1/2 hours late, but we certainly weren't complaining since there were many people that had been stranded in the airport for 3 days and didn't have an end in sight. All in all, we were very blessed to get in and out of Heathrow in the amount of time that we did. The girls didn't sleep as much on the 8 hour flight to Nairobi. But they were still very well behaved. Mwende watched a lot of movies and Mwelu was content to play with her toys. The low point came about two hours before we landed. Mwende had been complaining that her tummy hurt before falling asleep. Then she abrubtly woke up about 10 minutes later and started vomiting everywhere. Patrick handed off Mwelu to the woman in front of us and we got Mwende (and me) cleaned up. Unfortunately Mwende was in the last of 3 outfits that I had packed in the carry on for her, so we stuffed her into some of Mwelu's clothes. The rest of the flight went smoothly and we got through customs in Nairobi without a problem. By the way, Patrick was making fun of me on the plane because (even though I know better) I always scrutinize the tall grass as we're landing in hopes of spotting some lions or something. This time though we saw a whole herd of zebra right off the runway! So there! I'm not crazy. Anyway, waiting to greet us was Patrick's mom, his brother Sammy, his sister Peninnah and her daughter Fernice as well as our matatu driver friend David, whom we hired to transport us and all our luggage to the village. By this time I was extremely tired since I hadn't slept for more than 20 min since Saturday night (this was Tuesday). But we took a pit stop through Lucy's apartment (Lucy is Patrick's sister) while she was at work to take showers and eat some lunch. The shower was very much appreciated by me, especially since I knew it was the last one I would get for awhile. Then came the 2 or 3 hour drive to the village of Kamanzi in David's matatu. (Kamanzi is a small village slightly SE of Nairobi past Kangundo and Machakos. You won't find it on a map though.) It was a very bumpy ride since the roads in Kenya are not well kept. They are rocky and full of pot holes. I don't remember much of what happened immediately after we arrived at mom's house in the village (I still hadn't slept at this point). But I do remember that we were greeted by a group of 26 children. Mwende immediately labeled them as her friends and started trying to talk to them. Needless to say they couldn't understand her and she couldn't understand them. She kept telling them that she wanted to play and they would just stare at her. Finally her Uncle Sammy intervened and told the group that Mwende wanted to play and that it was their responsibility to teach her Kikamba (the local language). From that point on there were no problems playing. It turns out that young kids don't necessarily need to share the same spoken language in order to have fun playing together! Mwende also met the goats, chickens, dogs, milk cow and calf. Like I said, I don't remember much else from that day. I probably crashed and crashed hard.

You're probably thinking at this point that I am giving an day by day, minute by minute account of this trip. No worries! At this point I'm just going to share details of some of the highlights and memorable events of our time in the village. I will start by giving you a brief synopsis of a "typical" day, then go on to sharing the negative events of our time there before moving on to the positive highlights.

A typical day starts at sunrise which comes shortly after 6:30am. Mom goes out to milk the cow and breakfast is made. Breakfast consisted of tea and bread with butter, jam and peanut butter. (I learned later that having bread every morning was a luxury). Water needed to be fetched from the tank and they did that in large barrels. Our family drank bottled water that we brought from Nairobi. When we ran out, we boiled the water before drinking it. If we needed to use the toilet, there was an outhouse with a pit toilet inside. Theirs was nicer than many others I saw. They kept it clean and it was roomy. When we needed to use the toilet at night the Beam N Read flashlight that I won off the travelswithbaby.com website turned out to be invaluable. Lunch was usually leftovers from the night before, heated in a pot on a small gas stove in the house. Dinner was cooked in the kitchen, which was a separate building, over a wood fire. Dinner usually consisted of either chicken or goat stew with onions, tomatoes and potatoes. That was usually accompanied by a plate of either ugali or chapati and cooked cabbage or sukuma wiki. They also frequently had a dish with beans, corn and peas. But I'm not a beans fan, so I passed on that. Mwende and Mwelu loved it though! Mom has a shop on her compound, so some of the smaller things that we needed were easy to come by. Mwende made a habit of convincing her Uncle Sammy to buy her lollipops. We also were able to have soda most anytime we wanted thanks to Mom's shop. Laundry was hand washed in basins and hung out to dry. I was fortunate to be able to hire someone to do most of our wash for us. I only had to wash our undies! Bath time was always interesting. By the end of my time there I learned how to do the whole process myself. It involved fetching water from the tank, heating the water over a fire which needed to be constantly tended, getting the water to the house and mixing it with some cold water for just the right temperature. The girls were "easy" to bath. We just stuck them in the basin and splashed the water over them, just like in the bath at home. The problem came when they started to get scratches from playing so hard. Then bath-time became a fight. Bathing for us was standing over the basin. I used a cup to pour the water over me. Washing my hair was a pain. What always started as clean water usually resembled something closer to mud by the time we were done! But we didn't throw it out just yet. We'd use that same water to wash our feet before we went to bed. After bathing we ate dinner. Usually by this time the girls were so tired we could hardly convince them to wake up to take a bath, much less to eat dinner. So bedtimes were easy! In between meals, when we weren't off visiting people, we would just hang out keeping an eye on the kids to make sure no one got hurt. Bathing and dinner were all taken after the sunset which happened just before 7pm every night. We made sure to get all the water we needed for the night before it got dark as snakes coming to the tank for water were a danger.

Now on to the events of the trip. First I'll share about Monica. Monica was a woman who Patrick's mom hired to help in the house. When we arrived I met her briefly before Patrick explained to me that she was HIV+ and that she was taking a sick leave. When I met her she was sitting on the couch in mom's house and we talked briefly. Several days later Patrick and I went to visit her at her home because we heard that she had taken very ill. When we arrived I didn't recognize her as the woman I met in the house. She was covered in blankets with lace over her face to keep the flies off. Her eyes were glazed over and it was painfully obviously that she was having much difficulty breathing. She was attended by family. Nothing was said at that time, but it was painfully obvious even to me that this woman was dying. I asked if she knew Jesus as her Lord and Savior and was thankfully told that she did. We learned two mornings later that she had passed away. This made a deep impact on me. I don't think I've ever really seen a person that was dying, much less of HIV/AIDS. Patrick told me later that based on what he saw, he believes that she died of complications from Tuberculosis. I thank God that she is free from her pain now and in heaven with her savior. I also pray for the children that were left behind as orphans.

Another unfortunate event that occurred while we were there involved a man caught stealing onions and the implementation of mob justice. It is very unfortunate that in the rural areas there is no police presence. So when a crime occurs, the mob becomes the judge, jury and executioner. In this case two men were discovered stealing onions from someone's farm. One man escaped, but the other was caught. Patrick and I were woken up to a lot of shouting. Patrick went to see what was going on, but came back because he didn't want to leave us alone. What ended up happening was that this man was severely beaten and then burned for his crime. His funeral was held about a week later. Very scary and very sad.

On a less severe note, during our 2nd week there, we all got sick. Patrick came down with some sort of respiratory illness which, now a week after our return, he is still trying to recover from. Mwende and I got diarrhea. Mwende a mild case and I a quite severe case of it. (which why I was lamenting the fact that I forgot to bring an antidiarrheal!) Mwelu got a scratch on her forehead which ended up getting infected and causing a fever. So Patrick took all of us to the medical clinic in Kivaani to have the doctor take a look at us. Mwelu was fairly simple. She had just reopened the sore, so the puss was draining. We were told to put Neosporin on it and leave it open to air dry. Mwende was given medicine and re-hydration solution. I got my antidiarrheal and a re-hydration solution as well. And Patrick got a cough suppressant. Mwende's and my illnesses lasted for about a week before they passed. However not before we had the opportunity to experience some of Grandma Beth's (Patrick's grandmother) traditional medicine. She came and gave Mwende and I stomach massages. It was apparent that she knew what she was doing. And wouldn't you know it, that was the turning point for me! I felt much better after that.

We had a bit of excitement one night when Patrick nearly stepped on a snake. It turned out to be a baby Cobra. Patrick yelled to me to come and bring a stick, a big stick. I told him I really felt like this was a man's job and called for his brother, Sammy. Sammy got a stick and thoroughly smashed the snake. Then they threw it down the pit toilet. Patrick wanted to make sure it was completely dead so he went and got some hot coals and threw those down the pit toilet too. No chance that snake was coming back!

Now on to the positive highlights of the trip. For me the most wonderful time of all was when we had Patrick's children Joan Mumbua (aged 11) and Joseph Kiio (aged 12) stay with us for the week between Christmas until just after the New Year. This is the first time all 4 siblings have been together, so I was really hoping for some serious bonding time. I'd met Kiio before, but this was the first time meeting Mumbua for me. What wonderful kids they are! Their mothers, despite the obstacles, have done such wonderful jobs raising them. Mwende followed Mumbua around constantly while Kiio played with his cousins, Ian and Arthur. This arrangement caused quite a stir in the village as many people couldn't believe what they were hearing. One man came out and said it to Patrick, "How do you manage to hide these children from your wife in plain sight??" They found it difficult to believe that Patrick had told me long ago and even harder to believe that I accepted and loved these kids.

During the week that we had Mumbua and Kiio, we took a "field trip" to Nairobi. Our matatu driver, David, came and picked us up. Going were Patrick and I, Mwende, Mwelu, Kiio, Mumbua, Mom, Lucy, Patrick's nephews, Ian and Arthur, and his cousins, Sammy and Kimeu. We went first to the Nairobi National Park where we saw mainly giraffe, zebra and gazelle. We were hoping to see a lion or some rhinoceros, but weren't that fortunate. From there we went to the Giraffe Centre where the kids had an opportunity to feed giraffes. It was a full fun day where we left as the sun came up and didn't get back into the village until after dark.

Also during the time that we had Mumbua and Kiio with us, we took the bedsheets that we had collected for Mwende's birthday to the medical clinic in Kivaani in order to donate them. They were gratefully received and we learned that the greatest need of the clinic right now is electricity.

We had two goat roast gatherings while we were there. One for the Musyimi family (Patrick's father's family) and another for mom's extended family. The gathering for the Musyimi family was intended to bring the family together to talk as there have been a lot of tensions in the family in recent years. It didn't go as well as hoped with a lot of hurt feelings coming out from many years back. Patrick felt like it was a failure, but I disagreed with him, saying that people finally got together and at least talked. Even if it ended negatively, there was still some communication going on. We're continuing to pray that these family members can put their hurts behind them and reconcile with their relatives. The gathering for mom's extended family went very well. A lot of people that I hadn't met before and it turned out very positively.

Our last week in the village was characterized by sending kids off to school. Kiio went back home so that he could attend the Iie Itune Primary School which wasn't far from us. Mumbua went back to her mother's home in Tala (about 45 min drive on the way back to Nairobi) so that she could attend her school. I have to admit I cried a bit when these kids left. It will be years before I see their beautiful faces again. Ian (10y), Arthur (12y), Sammy (12y) and Kimeu (14y) went off to boarding school. The compound was significantly quieter with the absence of these boys. Sammy and Kimeu are orphans. Until we sent them to boarding school, they were in the care of their 80+ year old grandmother. We are hoping to adopt them sometime in the next 4 years and bring them to live with us. Mwende also went to school. They had a nursery school. We got her a uniform and everything. She was there from 8am to 1pm every day for a week. Starting on the second day, she started walking home by herself accompanied by a large group of children. It was nice to have a little break during the day! She did a lot of coloring and tracing numbers and letters.

At the end of this week we left the village to go stay with our friends the Ochanji's in Nairobi so that Patrick could do his work at Kenyatta University. Mwende's was happy to see her friend Ashley whom is a frequent visitor to our home in California. This was a bittersweet experience for me. I was very happy to have a real toilet once again! But I was back to trying to entertain the girls. I felt a bit depressed at this point for having left the village. I wanted to go back and so did Mwende. It was nice to be able to go get some of the foods that I am more used to. We ate a lot of chips (aka french fries)! Samosas were among my favorite treats there too. On a down side, Nairobi is infested with mosquitoes. (There really weren't any in the village). So the week that we were in Nairobi, I got eaten alive!

After Patrick finished with his workshops, we moved on to Lucy's house. If possible she had an even worse mosquito problem than the Ochanjis did! But she had a working shower with hot running water which was a beautiful thing. (washing hair like mine in a basin is enough to make me want to shave my head!) While we were there we took Mwende to have her hair done. It took about 2-3 hours and with the help of coloring books, soda and movies on Patrick's ipad, Mwende did a great job of sitting still. The day before we left we also visited the Masaai Market in Nairobi in order to pick up some souvenirs for folks at home. This was a fun experience. I think people looked at my white skin and instantly tried to charge me 10x the amount that they would charge their countrymen. They were surprised to find that I was aware of their scheme and fully ready to negotiate the price. Patrick would come behind me and tell them to address me in Kikamba (I have all the greetings down) and how could they possibly overcharge one of their own? So I got some really good prices on some really great items! After this we went for lunch at a Wimpy Burger. I'd never heard of it before and thought the name was pretty funny. But it was one of the best burgers I ever tasted! Definitely not a "wimpy" burger. ;) After this, we went to go pick up Patrick's sister, Peninnah. I finally got to meet her husband, Gideon and get a picture of their family. From there we went to Patrick's sister's house, Juliana, for a brief visit. I got to meet her sons PJ and Nate for the first time. I have yet to meet her husband. Some day though! Then it was back to Lucy's to pack up and head to the airport for our 12:20am flight. The girls fell asleep in the van and didn't really wake up until we reached Zurich.

The only other thing really worth mentioning is that the airport in Zurich has an AWESOME children's play area. It was confusing trying to get there, but worth it. It had two large rooms. One for older kids with slides and hula hoops, etc. Another for babies with age appropriate toys. It also had changing stations complete with wipes AND a nap room filled with cribs. We had a 7 hour layover there and spent most of the time there. Mwende played the entire time with a seven year old girl named Deanna. Mwelu spent most of the time chasing them around. Towards the end I fell asleep with Mwelu on a huge pile of animal shaped pillows in a corner. Best layover with kids EVER!!

Anyway, that's about it. The flight to LA went well. We arrived at 4:00 in the afternoon LA time. Had pizza that night and went to bed. I should mention that as I write this a week later, we are still struggling with jet lag. :|

To sum up, it was the trip of a lifetime and I can't wait to go back!

Friday, October 22, 2010

Toys

I am obviously over-thinking this. But today I went to a consignment sale (www.ockidsconsignment.com) to buy Christmas gifts for the girls. I spent $51 on "gently used" toys. I was fairly proud of myself. I got an easel, a sit 'n spin, noah's ark set, refrigerator phonics set and wooden alphabet blocks for Mwende. I got abc stacking boxes, wooden stacking blocks, a pull toy telephone, butterfly spin toy and a sweater for Mwelu. I did good! Right? Well I got home and separated out what they would get for Christmas/Mwelu's birthday and gave them the rest to play with now. I was sitting on the floor with Mwelu watching her try to figure out the butterfly spin toy and suddenly just felt very sad. Here I am spending $51 on toys for my children that we don't really have room for anyway. Not to mention they have plenty of toys already. And yet there are millions of children around the world who not only don't have any toys to play with, they don't have enough food to eat or clean water to drink. There are children who's childhood has been lost to them due to poverty or war. And I'm buying my children toys they don't need. Are they enjoying them? Yes. Does that make me feel better right now? No. Should I stop buying my kids frivolous things and put that money instead towards these children who need it more? I don't know the answer to that. And it bugs me. I'm not trying to preach. Just sharing the thoughts going through my head. It helps me organize my thoughts to write it out.

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Prop 8

If you haven't heard already, Chief US District Judge Vaughn Walker overturned Prop 8 today. Honestly, this isn't an issue that I feel terribly strong about. I voted for it and was pleased that it passed. But I would rather have had Prop 4 (Abortion Waiting Period and Parental Notification Initiative) pass and Prop 8 fail if I had to choose. Anyway, I'm really just not sure how to feel about what happened today with the overturning of Prop 8. My initial reaction was outrage. My thought was, 'So much for democracy!' The idea that I voted with the majority and that it was overturned by a judge who is himself gay and therefore I feel too biased to make that kind of decision just sits wrong with me. I really kind of feel that the government has given itself too much power here and ignored the will of the people which is what government should truly reflect. HOWEVER, the people are not always right. While I believe that in this case, they were right, that is not always the case. Hence my confusion on how to feel. The United States is NOT a Christian country. As much as I would like to live in a place that is governed and occupied by people who share my Christian values, I don't. And honestly, if I step back and look at the issue from a non-Christian standpoint, then it would seem that the judge made the right decision here. I can't expect non-Christians to act like Christians because they're just not. If the Holy Spirit is not in their lives, convicting them of their wrong-doing (and yes, I believe that homo-sexuality is wrong. The bible states this clearly in Leviticus 18:22 saying "Do not lie with a man as one lies with a woman; that is detestable." as well as in other places especially concerning Sodom & Gomorrah) then I can't expect them to know that it is wrong. With that in mind maybe this was the "right" decision? As a Christian though, this really just indicates to me the moral decay that our society is displaying.

Besides all this I just want to say that I really wonder how Jesus would respond to this. I believe that he would let it be known on no uncertain terms that it is NOT OKAY. But in the same breath he would let these people know just how very much he loves them. Homosexuality is a sin just the same as lying, stealing, adultery and the rest. And I know that God doesn't love the homosexual person any less then he does the person who "only" tells a lie here and there. And he doesn't love the liar more than he loves the murderer. Sin is sin in God's eyes. It ALL separates us from him. It doesn't matter what that sin is. Thank you Father God that you love ALL of us so much that you sent your son, Jesus, to die for us and pay the consequence for all our sins!

I really hope that the Christian community doesn't forget the love of Jesus as they react to this decision on gay marriage.

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Richard Stearns' - The Hole In Our Gospel - Chapter 1

I am reading The Hole In Our Gospel by Richard Stearns with my small group in church. The basic idea of the book is that many Christians, that find themselves in a comfortable place in life, are falling short of what God expects of them. They might be going to church, praying, reading their bibles and avoiding the big sins, but that's where they stop. From what I can gather so far, its a book about putting your faith into action and not just sitting complacently.

When I first looked at it, I thought to myself "Well, there's no hole in my gospel!". Of course I said this without even a smidgen of pride. (yeah right!) Well, I'm only on the first chapter and Richard Stearns has already poked my theory full of holes. Haha. No pun intended. I am hoping to blog through this book chapter by chapter as I read through it. This isn't intended to be a play by play of the book. Just my thoughts on it.

Introduction:

The part that sticks out in my mind the most in this section is where Stearns quotes Johnny Cash when he sung "You're so heavenly minded, you're no earthly good." Wow. I have to ask myself as I seek to strengthen my relationship with God, am I any good to the people around me? Haha, if you look at the clutter around my house I'm going to have to go with no...

Chapter One:

I'm already smacking myself in the forehead as I read this. Remember when Jesus prayed in Matthew 6:10 "Your kingdom come, your will be done, on earth as it is in heaven"??? I have to admit that went right over my head. Stearns clarifies " His was not intended to be a far-off and distant kingdom to be experienced only in the afterlife; no, Christ's proclamation of the "kingdom of heaven" was a call for a redeemed world order populated by redeemed people--now. In other words, the perfect kingdom of God that I just described was to begin on earth." Um geez. I haven't exactly done much towards that end. That's a tall order and here I am sitting on my bum. Something like that takes a lot of people working together to get it finished. If anyone is slacking off, then its just that much longer until it happens. I need to step up!

Stearns goes on to talk about about how we've somehow managed to turn evangelism into getting people to buy fire insurance for their homes while completely ignoring the fact that for many people, their "homes" are falling down around them. (this is my paraphrase, not a quote from the book.) We're trying to get them to pray the sinner's pray but not attending to their physical or emotional needs. They're starving or dying, but as long as they pray that prayer we say "Praise God" and move on to the next sinner in need of repentance.

That makes me think of a line in a Christafari song (Christafari is only my all time favorite band. They're a christian reggae band.) The song is called Preach the Gospel (Every Day Living). He sings "Preach the gospel use words when necessary." Google it if you want to see the complete lyrics. LOVE that song! But I think that might be what Stearns is trying to get at here. The one line that made the biggest impression on me in this section was this: "Christianity is a faith that was meant to spread---but not through coercion. God's love was intended to be demonstrated, not dictated. Our job is not to manipulate or induce others to agree with us or to leave their religion and embrace Christianity. Our charge is to both proclaim and embody the gospel so that others can see, hear, and feel God's love in tangible ways. When we are living out our faith with integrity and compassion in the world, God can use us to give others a glimpse of His love and character. It is God--not us--who works in the hearts of men and women to forgive and redeem. Coercion is not necessary or even particulary helpful. God is responsible for the harvest--but we must plant, water, and cultivate the seeds."

I forget this often. I remember witnessing to a classmate while we sat on the city bus, I guess about a year ago. It was a very intellectual conversation. I was trying to persuade him, without looking like I was trying, and I felt very desperately that I wanted him to see the truth right then and there! Even witnessing sometimes to my very best friend in the world, I get so desperate for her to just see and understand, that I wouldn't be surprised if my onslaught of words turned her off to the gospel completely. Well I know that she knows I love her, so I can only hope that in both of these cases, God can somehow use my over-zealousness for good. I want to think that my friend has seen my faith in action. But I can't think if my classmate ever did. Hm.

Stearns also talks about how we may never see the harvest we hope for. We don't know where along the line in someone's life we've come into. It may be anywhere from clearing the field to planting the seeds, to reaping the harvest. I need to remember that. I tend to get discouraged easily. I don't like to think that I'm not taking anyone to heaven with me. Yep, I've never been there to reap the harvest. I pray that God will bless me with that opportunity someday. Until then, I need to learn to be content with helping plant the seeds!

Stearns talks about Jesus' mission statement being from Isaiah 61 as quoted in Luke 4:14-21. "The Spirit of the Lord is on me, because he has anointed me to preach good news to the poor. He has sent me to proclaim freedom for the prisoners and recovery of sight for the blind, to release the oppressed, to proclaim the year of the Lord's favor." Stearns breaks this statement down into three parts: proclamation of the good news, a compassion for the sick and the sorrowful and commitment to justice. Jesus set the example for us. Remember that popular phrase a few years back "What Would Jesus Do?" Well, if he were here today, I wonder where on this earth he would be and what he would be doing. I imagine that's what I where I need to be...

On a side note, I am writing this blog as I read the chapter, so I won't forget anything. Stearns just quoted Saint Francis of Assisi when he said "Preach the gospel always; when necessary use words." Haha, I guess that's where Christafari's Mark Mohr got it! My bad. Well, it still makes for a great song!

Stearns closes out the chapter with a story of how his friend Jim Wallis went through and cut every verse about poverty and justice out of the bible. It makes me cringe because that seems sooo sacrilegious! Apparently there were over 2000 verses that he cut out and the result was a bible that was falling apart. When Wallis would speak about the issue, he would hold up that bible and say "this is our American Bible; it is full of holes. Each one of us might as well take our Bibles, a pair of scissors, and begin cutting out all the scriptures we pay no attention to, all the biblical texts that we just ignore." That story hit me kind of hard. Because if I'm really a Bible believing Christian, then I shouldn't be picking and choosing what parts I want to follow.

Thanks for listening to me think. Let me know if I don't make any sense! :)

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

My ministries

So as a mom of two little girls my days mostly consist of keeping my 4 month old happy and keeping my 2 year old alive. There are a lot of play dates involved and a lot of walks to the park and when I get a chance and have any energy left over, a bit of housecleaning. I love being a mom and am pretty sure that is what I was born to do. However I have felt the pain of not being able to get out and show Christ's love to people in my community and in the world. My heart's desire is to be a missionary overseas, but God hasn't seen fit to enable me to do that just yet. Now, many people have told me that at this point in my life my children are ministry and that I don't need to worry about doing anything more. I know this is true, but I'm not content with that. I want my children to see me ministering to other people and I want to feel like I'm making some sort of difference with people outside of my own family in addition to it.

...as I was writing this, my 2 year old daughter Mwende came running over and knocked a tall glass of Crystal Lite all over my husband's laptop which I was using. If you wouldn't mind please pray that 1-my husband's computer is salvageable. 2-he continues to let me use it. and 3-I get my own laptop! I am now using our less than reliable and noticeably slow desktop computer. :p...

ANYWAY, yes my children are my ministry but I am not content to stop there. So I started looking for ministry opportunities that I can do with my kids since I am a Stay-At-Home Mom. Turns out that they don't take volunteers with kids in tow down at the pregnancy clinic and its the same story with every other ministry that I could find. In short I would need to find child care to do any sort of typical ministry. Then, in my Reach class at Calvary Church of Santa Ana, one of the elders introduced me to Global Media Outreach (http://www.globalmediaoutreach.com/). They needed volunteers to become Online Missionaries. Reach the world for Christ from the comfort of your very own home! FINALLY here was something I could do without neglecting my children. It is very simple really. I answer emails from people who are seeking God. I signed up after my 2nd baby girl turned 1 month old and have been doing it (nearly) every day since. I get emails from 3 types of people. People who don't know Jesus but want more information about him. People who have gone to one of GMO's website (e.g. Jesus2020.com) and accepted Christ as their Lord & Savior as a result and people who have recommitted their lives to Christ. I answer their emails by giving them guidance in what step to take next in their journey, answering any questions they might have, encouraging them in whatever trials they find themselves in and then encouraging them to write back. Not many people write back, but I've found that I am able to be a tremendous encouragement to those that do. It makes me so happy that I am able to reach out and touch these people from all around the world as they seek God. I don't intend to stop this ministry ANY time soon!

The second ministry that I jumped on board with is called Safe Families (http://www.safe-families.org/). This ministry involves families in the church stepping in and opening up their homes to the children of parents who are in crisis and unable to care for their children for either or short or longer period of time. As soon as I heard of this ministry I wanted to be involved. I have a strong desire to be a "safe family" myself and open my home to children in need, but for certain reasons I am unable to at this time. But that hasn't stopped me from getting involved in other ways! I signed up to babysit, make meals and to be administrative support. Babysitting and making meals are obvious. As an administrator I call people who have signed up to find out exactly how they want to be involved and also input new volunteer information. Hopefully someday God will also see fit to bless me with the opportunity to welcome a child in need into my home!

So as you can see I have managed to find ministry opportunities that I can jump into without compromising my ministry to my children. I am hoping to start using this blog to report on how these ministries have blessed me.

Monday, October 5, 2009

Pregnancy update through 31 weeks

I'm guessing I'm about due to give an update on this pregnancy. It's really not that exciting, which is good! The second trimester treated me well. Other than ALOT of fatigue, it was easy sailing. I attributed the fatigue to being pregnant in combination with chasing a 2 year old around. However it turns out that I had iron deficiency anemia. So the doctor put me on an iron supplement a little over a week ago and the difference in my energy levels is amazing! Suddenly housework is getting done! Which makes my husband happy. ;) Other than that one complication, this pregnancy has been amazingly easy compared to Mwende's. She moves so much that I never have to worry about whether or not she is alive in there. In fact, it is such an easy pregnancy that I find myself forgetting that I am pregnant most of the time! Well, not forgetting, but not really thinking about it all that much. Which I think is creating a problem in the area of preparation. I haven't taken any childbirth classes or really done any preparation other than buying a new carseat. I still need to take a refresher class. (Going to try the Bradley method this time). I need to sort through Mwende's old baby clothes to see what is still usable and what I need to go get. Actually I suspect I will be surprised at how little is usable since Mwende was born in the heat of September and this one will be born in December. Even if we are in California! Oh yeah, I still need to transfer my medical records from Syracuse, NY. Seeing as how its been over a year since we moved here, I guess that is the epitomy of procrastination.

In other news, Patrick possibly has the opportunity to go work with teachers in Kenya at the beginning of the year! I am so excited for him to have this opportunity. I wish with all my heart that we could go with him, but with a newborn that just isn't possible. I also considered sending Mwende with him and having her stay with her Susu while Patrick is working, but I am selfish and want to be there for Mwende's first trip to Kenya. Based on this new information, we decided to go spend Christmas with my parents in New Mexico and I will stay there until Patrick returns from Kenya. So Patrick will fly to Kenya out of Albuquerque and then fly back in to drive us all home. I'm excited about getting to spend Christmas with my family again!

Speaking of driving, there is one more preparation we need to make for the new baby. We need to upgrade to a minivan! Haha. I guess that makes me officially grown up. Seeing as how I'm I mom now, I guess I'm okay with that. We're looking at either a Honda Odyssey or a Dodge Grand Caravan. Obviously we're hoping for the Honda Odyssey, but the trick is finding one we can afford.

I think that is all that's new with us. I'm sure I'm probably forgetting something, but oh well. Happy Autumn everyone!