Thursday, August 18, 2011

Too Small To Ignore - Chapter 10


When I first read “Too Small To Ignore”, chapters 10 & 11 were the ones I highlighted most.  They are the chapters that describe in the most detail not only how Compassion’s child development model works, but why they use the “child-focused” model, versus the more common “community-focused” model.  To put it plainly, Compassion doesn’t seek to change the child’s circumstances primarily, but to change to the child so he or she is empowered to change their own circumstances. 

Part Two of this book shows a dramatic shift from where Wess Stafford came from to where he is today and where he wants to go.  He still references Nielle, the African village where he was raised, but it is no longer the principal focus. 

Chapter 10
Back to “Civilization”

If you have ever traveled internationally to a developing country, you can probably partially relate to the culture shock that Wess describes in chapter 10.  Wess says at the end of the chapter, “Suddenly it hit me like a blow to my gut.  There is plenty of food in this world for everyone!..There is enough medicine, too!...For most of my teenage years in America, I lived with a broken heart.”  Since I traveled last year to Peru with Compassion, I feel that I have lived with a similar broken heart.  It is difficult to know that poverty is too readily tolerated and accepted in developed countries and dually received and expected by the poor in developing counties. “Systems” often fail to remedy the problems of poverty the way people who truly care can.

Wess describes in this chapter the values that he learned growing up around those living in poverty. 
“These most precious values I have come to call the ‘pearls of poverty,’ given to me by the peasants of West Africa. The pearl is a jewel…But unlike the others, a pearl comes originally from suffering.  The oyster gets a grain of sand inside its shell…Over time, the oyster begins to protect itself from that irritant by coating it with a secretion, layer upon layer, until it becomes a smooth, brilliant, shining treasure-a pearl!” pg.164-165

The pearls he lists are:
  • Love
  • Joy
  • Hope
  • Time Perspective
  • People Matter, Things Don’t
  • Knowing How to Give and Receive


The first sentence he writes about the pearl of Love is, “Nothing is more powerful in the world today.  It cannot be bought; in fact, it belongs to the very poor as much as the very rich.”

About Joy he writes, “The poor comprehend that joy is not dictated by the circumstances of life.  Joy is a decision, a very brave one, about how you are going to respond to life.

About Hope he writes, “Even when life’s harshness and injustices pile up, the poor cling tenaciously to hope.  They will humble you with their absolute belief in a loving God who can be trusted to sustain and bless them.”

About Time Perspective he writes, “The poor understand that time is to be our servant, not our master, and as a result they manage always to have time for one another and what is important.  The tyranny of time, I find, is a dreadful disease, especially for the wealthy; among them it is a nearly fatal condition and horribly contagious.”

When he discusses the pearl that “People matter, things don’t” he writes, “If we stop and put the values of eternity into perspective, we realize that we take nothing with us.  Our only legacy is the lives of the people we have touched in Jesus’ name.

Lastly, about the pearl of “knowing how to give and receive” he writes, “To give selflessly is truly on of the greatest joys in life….In my experience, it is also easier to give than to receive….In my village, selfishness was considered a tremendous evil. I witnessed amazing displays of the stong using their strength to lift up the fallen, to carry more than their share of the load-and doing it modestly in ways that honored those they were helping.”

This chapter introduces what the poor taught Wess Stafford and chapter 11 will discuss how he, along with others in the Compassion leadership, developed the child development model, based on their experience living alongside the poor.

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Too Small To Ignore

The book "Too Small To Ignore" was written by Wess Stafford, the current CEO of Compassion International, in 2007.

I read this book shortly after it was released.  I normally have trouble making it through non-fiction books, but this book is a very easy read.  It is broken into two parts.  The first part is a vivid description of what it was like for Wess to grow up in a missionary family halfway around the world.  Even though it is non-fiction, it reads like an interesting novel.  The second part gives an in-depth view of how his childhood formed his adult mission and ministry.


Since the cover of the book offers a great introduction to the book, I thought it best to share that here, instead of trying to come up with an adequate introduction myself.

The time has come, argues Dr. Wess Stafford, for a major paradigm shift: Children are too important and too intensely loved by God to be left behind or left to chance. Children belong to all of us and we are compelled to intervene on their behalf. We must invest in children–all across the world.
There are strategic, persuasive reasons–beyond love and kindness–to invest in children. Today they may snuggle into your lap, if you let them. But tomorrow you may not have access to them in the corridors of power they might occupy. Now is the time to shape the future.
Dr. Stafford issues an urgent call for change. His adventures as a boy raised in a West African village provide an often-humorous and always-captivating backdrop to his profound and inspiring challenges. Wess lived the reality of “it takes a village to raise a child” and calls us to “be that loving village for children everywhere.”
This book will encourage you to turn your good, loving intentions into strategic actions and empower you to help change the world–and the future–forever: one child at a time.
 As I mentioned in my last blog post, I am participating in a community read through/review of this book on the blog, Compassion Family.

I am reviewing chapters 10 and 11.  I will share my reviews here tomorrow and Friday.  Or you can check out Jill's blog, compassionfamily.blogspot.com, on Wednesday, August 24, and Friday, August 26.

It's Shoebox Time?

Jill, the author of the blog "Compassion Family", is a fellow Compassion advocate who I traveled with to Peru.  Her blog discusses ways that she integrates lessons about other cultures and poverty into her family life.  She offers great suggestions of how to improve your sponsorship, like suggestions of books to get from your library to help teach your children about the cultures of other lands (I have one such book on hold at my library now).  She even hosts give aways, like this correspondence kit give away and books like "Too Small To Ignore".

In August, she is hosting a community read through/review of the book "Too Small To Ignore" and has asked fellow advocates, like myself, to take chapters to discuss on her blog.  My guest post will be appearing next week and I will share those with you here soon as well.

BUT, I said all that to introduce the reason I started this blog post in the first place.

Like many families who are Compassion sponsors, Jill also fills shoe boxes for Samaritan's Purse at Christmas time.  In her blog post Shoe Box Time - Operation Christmas Child, she points out that back-to-school shopping time is the perfect time to pick up things for these boxes.  So, as I picked up my children's crayons at 40 cents a pack, I also picked up a couple other boxes for my shoe boxes.  If you are like me, I am often running out the week before these boxes are due, scrambling to buy the stuff and get them packed before the date they are due.  So, buying now will help me get a head start.

Thanks to Jill for the great suggestion!  





Friday, August 12, 2011

Mamma's got a new pair of shoes...



Well, really not shoes and it is only just one and not a pair, but saying that Mamma has a new brace thing-a-ma-gig just didn't sound right.

This boot might look awful, but I am so happy about it!  It means that I can be off crutches and walk without pain.  It is a bit large and awkward, but means freedom for me!  Now I can get out of the house, carry things while walking and many other things I wasn't able to do when I was on crutches.  Not sure yet how long I will have to wear it, until I get an MRI to determine whether I need surgery, but at least I can do most of the things I normally could do.  Thank God for modern medicine!

I was telling Josh that if I lived in another country, this simple topple down the stairs could have crippled me for life.  It is crazy to think that injuries that we consider minor here could be very serious in places where there is no access to or no money for medical treatment.

I am off to do something on this beautiful day.  Not sure what - but I can go - so I will!

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Lord Move, Or Move Me

The past few weeks have been full of...adventure!  I have to call it adventure because to type what I really think about it might make me begin to cry! 
Last Friday, things were looking up.  I was allowed to be out of my cast and off my crutches.  Josh was coming home the next day.  The basement had stayed dry while Josh was away and the smell from the last flooding had dissipated. I had friends helping me all week and the kids and I had fared Josh being gone way better than I could have even hoped. I was feeling great. 
Then Saturday, the more I walked on my foot, the more it hurt. It was bothersome, but I shoved it to the back of my mind.  Josh landed safely at the airport only 40 minutes late, just around 11 p.m..  But just before we got home, it started to downpour.  Minutes after walking in the door at 1 a.m., the water started flooding into our basement, like some levy had been switched.  It was coming in everywhere.  We couldn't grab enough towels to catch it all.  We would think we stopped it in one place and it would come in another.  By 3 a.m., we decided that it was futile to try to stop it any more.  Plus, the downpours had stopped, so it had slowed its progression across our floor.  We were both exhausted and my foot was so purple and swollen, that the ace bandage was beginning to cut the circulation off to my toes.  So we went to bed.
Sunday, we sucked up a little more water, but decided that it was more important for Josh to spend time with the kids than working on the basement.  We weren't even sure what we were going to do and we felt like zombies after only 4 hours of sleep. But as the day progressed, my foot hurt more and more. 
Yesterday morning I spent 3 hours at the urgent care treatment center, while Josh stayed home and did laundry and unpacked and prepared to go grocery shopping.  I found out that I have an avulsion fracture in the top of my foot and that it was missed on the original x-ray.  (An avulsion fracture is when a tendon tears away from the bone and it takes a small piece of bone with it.)  So now I have to go back in my air cast, back on crutches and stay off of it for 2 more weeks!  That is not what I wanted to hear!  Especially when my basement smells like a swamp and Josh is playing Mr. Mom at a time when it would be better for him to be Mr. Handyman. 
And, I know that Josh is probably dealing with culture readjustment.  He was so patient and gentle with me while I went through that after returning from Peru last year and I feel bad that I can't offer him the same right now.  
So, this is part of the great adventure.  I know that this is far from the worst thing that could happen to us.  But in the back of my mind, fear grips me.  I think, "What if my foot doesn't heal right?  What if I can never walk on it right again?  What if we can never get the water problems in the basement taken care of?  What if mold grows and takes over our house and we have to move out and the house will be unsellable?  What if this wears on our marriage or on our family life to a point that it creates cracks that could turn into ravines later? What if...? What if...? What if...?"
I also wonder where the line is drawn between expressing ones feelings and complaining?  Where the line is drawn between taking care of myself when I am hurt and becoming too concerned to the point of absurdity. 
My grandmother was a bit of a hypochondriac and a complainer, so we never knew when to be truly concerned for her. My dad is stubborn and never took care of himself when it was necessary, so a lot of the injuries his body received never got proper care and treatment and have caused long term effects.  So, it is hard to know where the line between the two are.  How do we graciously accept concern and help from others without being a mooch or a chronic complainer?  Where is the line between being too enveloped in taking care of our stuff and not caring enough about being good stewards of the things we own?

There is a song from FFH that I always sing to myself when I feel like I am stuck between a rock and a hard place. I know that we all have times like this when life seems to suffocate us, so I decided to share the song here.  If you'd like to hear the song you can go here.

Lord Move, or Move Me by FFH


I can't find the words to pray
I'm a little down today
Can you help me?
Can you hold me?
I feel like a million miles away
And I don't know what to say
Can you hear me anyway?
What I need is for you to reach out your hand
You have taught me
No matter what you'd understand

CHORUS:


Lord move in a way, that I've never seen before

Cause there's a mountain in the way and a lock on the door
I'm drifting away, waves are crashing on the shore
So Lord move (move), or move me.


I've look every where to find

A simple peace of mind
I can't find nothing on my own
So I got to leave myself behind
Take up this cross of mine
Give away everything I hold onto

Lord I know the only way is through this

Lord I know I need you to help me do this

CHORUS


Lord move in a way, that I've never seen before

Cause there's a mountain in the way and a lock on the door
I'm drifting away, waves are crashing on the shore
So Lord move (move), or move me.

Out of this place of complacency

To a place of fellowship with thee
Cause I am weak but Lord you are so strong
And you know it's been way too long (been way too long)

Lord move in the way, that I've never seen before

Cause there's a mountain in the way and I'll knock on the door
I'm drifting away, waves are crashing on the shore
So Lord move (move)...

CHORUS


Monday, August 1, 2011

Gerunds? We don't need know stinkin' gerunds!

I love writing and reading.  I have even taught English grammar and composition.  I love words and language.

But there are certain rules or word usages that I'll never remember without going back to to edit or using a reference of some sort to refresh my memory when I use them.

Here are some that get me every time:

1. When to use affect and effect.  I know generally that the effect is the result and affect is the action of being affected by something.  But I think it is tricky and really unnecessary to have two different words, especially since everyone uses them wrong anyway!

2. Gerunds.  First of all, can there be a more awkward word to describe a part of grammar?  You think gerunds are easy, because you just add -ing to a verb to make it a noun, right?  Well, just like everything in English grammar, the rule has exceptions.  Why do we always make exceptions?  Why be so wishy-washy with our rules?

3. Words with two many vowels or not spelled how they sound.  There are many that I have mastered - like that the "f" sound at the end of enough is a "gh" or that I need to tack a "k" and "w" on to the verb "to know".  But words like nuisance or conscience get me every time - I have to do a mental exercise to remember which vowels go where!  I understand that many of these vowel-filled words are ones we've adopted from foreign languages.  But we have changed other words to Americanize them, why not these?  In our day and age of auto correct and google suggestion, the next generation will never be able to learn these words anyway, so lets just drop a few letters and make it easier on everyone!

4. Ending with a preposition.  I know this is wrong and I correct myself most of the time in my writing, but it is a bad habit of mine. But when I talk I constantly end my sentences with prepositions, so it naturally happens when I write as well.  I always have to go back and rearrange my sentences.  How frustrating!

5. Commas.  I love commas, and know I overuse them, and I just can't stop, it is a bad habit, if you see me overusing them, please tell me.

Now, on the flip side of my annoyance with my own grammar or spelling foibles (I just spelled foibles wrong, but auto correct saved my day again!), I have pet peeves about other misuses of words or grammar.

One is when people use the wrong word or an apostrophe incorrectly on a sign or a product package.  For example, when it says, "We will see you their!" or when it says, "New product's coming soon."  Using the wrong form of there or misplacing an apostrophe on an email is one thing, but you would think that someone would catch a mistake before using it to advertise a business.  But I think everyone falls prey to these mistakes, so maybe I need to have more grace.  There have been times that a sign has been so bad, I have been tempted to go in to tell the business.  U.S. Cellular had a sign that had a big boo-boo, and it took all I had to keep my mouth shut when I went in one day for service!

And I have already had a blog post about unnecessary quotation marks. I could go to unnecessaryquotes.com every day and still laugh until I had tears in my eyes.  Every time I am in a store and see unnecessary quotes, it makes me chuckle.  I was at a dollar store recently and almost every sign had quotation marks on it.  I could barely contain my amusement!

Are there grammar rules or spelling that frustrate you?


*I have to clarify that the mistakes in my title and commentary about commas were clearly for dramatic effect.  Grammar or spelling mistakes elsewhere were completely accidental.

Update on Josh

I was only able to chat with Josh last night for just a few minutes.  The hotel they arrived at yesterday doesn't have wifi and there were only a few computers at the hotel for everyone to share, so he had to make his communication short.

When the kids went to bed, I started my vigil of waiting by the computer.  When I finally heard the chat chime in at almost 10:30, my heart fluttered like a schoolgirl.  I can't believe that he still has that effect on me after 20 years! This is what he had to say about his experiences so far:

Josh: hey you there
10:19 PM me: yes
 Josh: i am safe.. hehe wanted to let you know... cant type well on this keyboard
10:20 PM me: what are u using?
 Josh: we went to a church service tonight.. hotel computer
  en espaniole.   I cried a lot today.. and it was just dinner and a church service  I also can't promise I wont come back with another sponsored child

I know just how he feels.  Trying to type on a Spanish keyboard (Who knew they could be so different?), sitting in a foreign hotel with people I have just met, trying to deal with the emotions of being with the children all day - knowing the great needs, feeling joy for the ones whose needs are being met and feeling sorrow for those whose aren't, feeling appreciation for the staff of the programs who are really making a difference, and frustration for the things or people that can't be changed.  It is a lot, but it is part of the process.  

As I laid alone in my bed last night, I thought of what our lives would look like now if we would have never sponsored Karla in our senior year of college.  Would we be the same people, with the same beliefs and perspectives about life, money, and people?  I am not sure.  God works in so many ways and I know that Compassion is not the only organization out there doing great things, but I am so thankful that we picked up that little girl's picture in the plastic sleeve so many years ago.