“Sometimes while I ride the subway I try to look at each person and imagine what they look like to someone who is totally in love with them. I think everyone has had someone look at them that way, whether it was a lover, or a parent, or a friend, whether they know it or not. It’s a wonderful thing, to look at someone to whom I would never be attracted and think about what looking at them feels like to someone who is devouring every part of their image, who has invisible strings that are connected to this person tied to every part of their body. I think this fun pastime is a way of cultivating compassion. It feels good to think about people that way, and to use that part of my mind that I think is traditionally reserved for a tiny portion of people I’ll meet in my life to appreciate the general public.”—Dean Spade. For Lovers and Fighters. http://www.makezine.enoughenough.org/newpoly2.html (via tinydancers)
Sorry I got so behind :/ Things got really busy all of a sudden and I never took time to sit down and write.
Brief overview of week 5:
We had a super dramatic and eventful road trip to Santa Rosa de Copan. I would say it was the worst road trip I have ever been on. But that’s ok. In the end, we were all fine, and we made a lot of funny memories. Working with Mission Upreach at the medical clinic was really cool. They were so organized, and everything went very smoothly. I really enjoyed getting to see the Whites and catch up with them while we were there. They are such a sweet and loving family.
This week was our halfway point. Starting Sunday we had been here 5 weeks and we had 5 left. I can’t believe that this summer is going by so fast. It’s weird though, because while it is flying by, at the same time, some parts of the summer seem so far away. I think this was one of the hardest weeks to get through. When we were in Copan, someone mentioned that during a week campaign Wednesday is always the worst day. I don’t know why that is, but I feel like this week is comparable to a Wednesday of a weeklong campaign. It was not due to anything specific. I think we were all just tired, and certain things began to get to us. I know, for me, it was because I just had a very bad attitude this week. I feel bad for the group that had to put up with me, because it wasn’t their fault. They were a really cool group. It was hard to really get to know them, because they are such a big group (almost 50). And I would get so frustrated at such little things that I tended to isolate myself. I just really hope that my negativity was not noticed or at least did not rub off on any of them.
Some great things happened this week despite my bad attitude. A playground was built in one of the pediatric wards of Hospital Escuela, 6 new families have homes, nurses at Hospital Escuela were given techniques from several nurses from the states that will hopefully improve the mortality rate of births here, and relationships were built at the Dump.
I know that I said this last time too, but this week at the Dump was one of the coolest things I’ve seen. We got there early again to have Bible study with the people there.
At the end of the devo, a boy, 19 years old and missing a leg, stood up and said a few things. Then it happened. The most unselfish thing I have ever witnessed. People from the Dump started coming forward and giving him what little money they had. These people have nothing. They literally work and live in a Dump. But they were giving everything they had. It was incredible. I learned later that this man is married and has a three-year old son. Michael and I were able to feed his son, Jonathan, and he sat in our laps and colored the rest of the time we were at the dump. He was absolutely precious. It breaks my heart to think about what kind of conditions he and his parents are living in right now. As I am typing this, I am inside a nice house, just had a great meal, and still just a minute ago I was complaining about how cold it is. I don’t even know if his family has a house or a decent place to sleep. I really wish I could have brought little Jonathan home with us. What did he do to deserve growing up in such an environment? Nothing.
Sometimes I just get overwhelmed trying to think of a solution to the world’s problems. It is not fair that 16-year-olds in the states are being bought $30,000 cars, and kids here are sitting in trash while they eat a bowl of rice and beans. People can come on week-long campaigns and feel good about themselves until the next year, but until an actual change happens in the way they are living, what good does it do? We could change the world. Period. If the church gave as unselfishly as those people in the dump did, there would not be hungry people! It’s not about giving 10 percent. The truth of the matter is that there are people in need. People need help, and we have the resources to help them. So what if you have to give up buying the new car or the plasma. We are not on this earth to be comfortable. We are here to love as Christ loved.
It seems as though a rug was pulled out from under me this week. It went by incredibly fast. It seems like we were just telling the big group goodbye yesterday, but really another week has gone by and we just had to tell the Murray Kentucky group bye. Sunday we were able to take to the Casa kids to the movies to see Cars 2. It was really cool. We each had a “buddy” for the day. Mine was baby Josue :) I love him. He is 3 years old but he is so tiny. He did not get enough nourishment as a baby, and now his digestive system is messed up to where he can only eat certain things. He is so precious though. He sat in my lap for the movie and we both ended up taking a nap. I could have held him in my arms forever. After the movie I had to go to the restroom, and he didn’t want me to leave him even for just a minute. I really almost cried. I know that he is being taken care of at Casa, but I really wish I could take him home with me.
Monday we built a house in Ojojona. The building conditions were not ideal, but that didn’t stop anyone. The lady we built for was absolutely precious. She went and bought us these tortilla things and cokes for us for lunch. And she worked so hard helping us unload the wood for the house and carry it up the hill. At the dump on Wednesday we found Jonathan’s parents and they told us that he was at home with someone. It was good to know that they found a place for him to go so that he did not have to be in that filth. Michael talked to his mom and she asked us to bring a Bible and a copy of the picture of the three of us next week. It was so sweet. Yesterday we went to the prison and the hospital which are two of my favorite things. There were two men baptized at the prison. It’s really cool to see the relationships that have been built since we have been going there. Michael and Joni’s friendship almost always brings tears to my eyes. The love of Jesus pours out of them as they greet each other like true brothers.
My time here has been incredible and I cannot believe it is almost over.