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Monday, October 20, 2014
Why Me, Here?
I have recently begun reading Henri Nouwen's A Spirituality of Fundraising as part of my support-raising process, and it is helping me come back around to my money-raising ideals. Nouwen says that fundraising is in itself a ministry as we "proclaim what we believe in such a way that we offer other people an opportunity to participate with us in our vision and mission" (Nouwen 2010, 16).
Many people asked me in September what I will be doing, and why I specifically need to do it. Couldn't a Nicaraguan do what I do? Well, I don't know. Could someone else do what the pastor does? Could someone else build houses like my mother? Probably. But God has asked each of us to do our part, and living in Nicaragua is what he is asking from me now.
That said, there are reasons that I am uniquely fitted to this job of "intercultural facilitator." Let me share the vision with you.
1) Strong capability in both English and Spanish.
As an intercultural facilitator, I help bridge gaps between people who speak Spanish and those who speak English. Beyond translation and interpretation, I provide cultural insights. My fluency in both languages allows me to visit with people who speak Spanish or English, and I can move between the worlds with ease. If someone weren't as fluent in either Spanish or English, this job would be much harder to accomplish.
2) I have theological training which allows me to interact on the same level as the pastors with whom I work.
Working with pastors (though not being one) has been one of my desires since high school, but I never saw a way to do that without becoming a pastor myself. Because the Nehemiah Center focuses on the church as an agent of change in its community, I interact with pastors on a regular basis. A lifetime of Christian education plus 6 years of post-secondary concentration on theology allow me to understand what the pastors are discussing and engage with them on the same level. The other day I had a very interesting discussion with one Nicaraguan pastor about children at the Lord's Supper. Through working with Nicaraguan pastors, I have found that we have many common passions and interests because of our educational backgrounds.
3) I love the people with whom I work.
For me, this is not just a dream job because of the task description. I genuinely love the Nicaraguan pastors and leaders with whom I interact. I enjoy going to the Nehemiah Center and seeing both Nicaraguans and North Americans working together. Nicaraguan culture fits me well, from eating beans & rice to waving down a bus to dropping in for unexpected visits to arriving late. One of my friends called it an "affinity" for the people and way of life here. People have told me that they can sense the Nicaraguans like me, and they know I like them. To me, this is not just a job. It's about people for whom I care, and I am committed to them.
4) I want to see all nations and tongues gathered together praising the Lord already here on earth, learning from each other as Christians.
I really believe the Bible when it says that all nations, tribes, tongues, and languages will praise God in heaven (Rev. 7:9). I also believe that I am an ambassador for Christ who is called to participate in demonstrating God's Kingdom here and now. Of course, the way things work with God aren't going to be the way the whole world works yet, but I can point to it through my words and actions. Part of facilitating intercultural relationships is that we can all learn from each other. Perceptions that Nicaraguans have of Americans or Canadians can be altered through relationships. North Americans can learn from Nicaraguans as well. My role is to help them find points of learning and appreciate their diversity, all the while celebrating our unity in Christ that crosses barriers of language, borders, culture, and logic.
These are some of the main reasons I see myself here in Nicaragua. Maybe someone else could do what I'm doing, but God didn't ask someone else to do my job right now. He asked me. I am convinced that part of my job is to multiply my work and bring others into it as I go(scary for an independent learner/worker like me), but this is my role for now. I am here because God has shaped my path with a series of experiences, opportunities, talents, and personality traits that suit this position at the Nehemiah Center well. Will you join me in learning, bridging, praying, and celebrating with Nicaraguans and North Americans?
P.S. in case you're wondering exactly what this new job is, see my newsletter from August, under the heading "You're Doing What Now?"
Many people asked me in September what I will be doing, and why I specifically need to do it. Couldn't a Nicaraguan do what I do? Well, I don't know. Could someone else do what the pastor does? Could someone else build houses like my mother? Probably. But God has asked each of us to do our part, and living in Nicaragua is what he is asking from me now.
That said, there are reasons that I am uniquely fitted to this job of "intercultural facilitator." Let me share the vision with you.
1) Strong capability in both English and Spanish.
As an intercultural facilitator, I help bridge gaps between people who speak Spanish and those who speak English. Beyond translation and interpretation, I provide cultural insights. My fluency in both languages allows me to visit with people who speak Spanish or English, and I can move between the worlds with ease. If someone weren't as fluent in either Spanish or English, this job would be much harder to accomplish.
2) I have theological training which allows me to interact on the same level as the pastors with whom I work.
Working with pastors (though not being one) has been one of my desires since high school, but I never saw a way to do that without becoming a pastor myself. Because the Nehemiah Center focuses on the church as an agent of change in its community, I interact with pastors on a regular basis. A lifetime of Christian education plus 6 years of post-secondary concentration on theology allow me to understand what the pastors are discussing and engage with them on the same level. The other day I had a very interesting discussion with one Nicaraguan pastor about children at the Lord's Supper. Through working with Nicaraguan pastors, I have found that we have many common passions and interests because of our educational backgrounds.
3) I love the people with whom I work.
For me, this is not just a dream job because of the task description. I genuinely love the Nicaraguan pastors and leaders with whom I interact. I enjoy going to the Nehemiah Center and seeing both Nicaraguans and North Americans working together. Nicaraguan culture fits me well, from eating beans & rice to waving down a bus to dropping in for unexpected visits to arriving late. One of my friends called it an "affinity" for the people and way of life here. People have told me that they can sense the Nicaraguans like me, and they know I like them. To me, this is not just a job. It's about people for whom I care, and I am committed to them.
4) I want to see all nations and tongues gathered together praising the Lord already here on earth, learning from each other as Christians.
I really believe the Bible when it says that all nations, tribes, tongues, and languages will praise God in heaven (Rev. 7:9). I also believe that I am an ambassador for Christ who is called to participate in demonstrating God's Kingdom here and now. Of course, the way things work with God aren't going to be the way the whole world works yet, but I can point to it through my words and actions. Part of facilitating intercultural relationships is that we can all learn from each other. Perceptions that Nicaraguans have of Americans or Canadians can be altered through relationships. North Americans can learn from Nicaraguans as well. My role is to help them find points of learning and appreciate their diversity, all the while celebrating our unity in Christ that crosses barriers of language, borders, culture, and logic.
These are some of the main reasons I see myself here in Nicaragua. Maybe someone else could do what I'm doing, but God didn't ask someone else to do my job right now. He asked me. I am convinced that part of my job is to multiply my work and bring others into it as I go(scary for an independent learner/worker like me), but this is my role for now. I am here because God has shaped my path with a series of experiences, opportunities, talents, and personality traits that suit this position at the Nehemiah Center well. Will you join me in learning, bridging, praying, and celebrating with Nicaraguans and North Americans?
P.S. in case you're wondering exactly what this new job is, see my newsletter from August, under the heading "You're Doing What Now?"
Tuesday, October 14, 2014
Reflection: Armor of God
This morning as I desperately try to center myself on God's Word instead of spiraling out of control with all I feel is necessary to do today, I came to Ephesians 6. Interesting. A couple of months ago, a wise couple encouraged me to pray on the armor of God as I face challenges in Nicaragua. They prayed for my special protection in Nicaragua. This morning, talking to God about earthquakes, boys, and to-do lists, I come to this passage again:
having fastened on the belt of truth
Belts keep my pants up. They provide handy cell phone holders for some people. When I use truth as a belt, it keeps everything together. Integrity allows me to go out in public without worrying about shame (will my pants fall down in front of everyone?). Here in Nicaragua, many fathers discipline their children with a belt. Truth corrects, too. It may be very painful (not condoning familial violence, but it's a reality here) but truth is discipline. When I put on the belt of truth, it holds me in check (no loosening the belt to overeat at Thanksgiving).
having put on the breastplate of righteousness
In Spanish, righteousness and justice are translated as the same word. If I keep the values of equity and goodness close to my heart, justice will protect me. It's not my own good works, but the goodness of Jesus that protects vital organs and keeps me from harm. I don't have to believe the devil's accusations because Christ has covered me with his blood, with his justice. When I seek the good of others, I am protecting myself with the breastplate of justice.
as shoes for your feet, having put on the readiness given by the gospel of peace
Last night we had an earthquake in Nicaragua. We have to be ready to get up and take action at a moment's notice. People wear certain things to bed because of the reality that they may need to get up in the middle of the night due to an emergency situation. We keep our shoes close by so we can be ready for any situation. Readiness. And how does the gospel of peace affect my readiness? I suppose that for me today it means that I have peace about life and where I'm going because I believe the gospel that Jesus dies for me and wants me to have an abundant life; therefore, I'm ready for whatever comes. I can face life and death because of the life the Spirit of God has given me. Peace about eternity, peace about purpose. I can be ready to serve, ready to work, ready to run the race because of God's Good News.
In all circumstances, take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming darts of the evil one
Sometimes I think I'm strong enough on my own, that I don't need to be on the defensive because I can go an attack. I see this most when I rely on myself instead of depending on God. That's really what faith is, after all. A hope in what I don't see, assurance that God is working even when I can't see it. This dependence on His work protects me from attacks by the evil one. I don't need to be perturbed by the negative comments of coworkers, discouraged by questions from people back home, overwhelmed by the need around me. Firmly believing that God will show me one step at a time, provide for my needs, and make all things well in the end for His creation, I am protected from fatal wounds. When I lower my shield and act on my own, I am much more vulnerable.
take the helmet of salvation
A law recently passed that all motorcycle passengers need to wear helmets. Before only the drivers needed one, but now everyone does. Helmets could save one's life in an accident, protecting the skull from getting smashed against the pavement when there's a fall. Because Jesus has called me his own and I have chosen to live obediently, I am protected when I fall.
the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God
If you look at how Jesus acts in Luke 4, it's pretty obvious that the Bible is the way to fight the devil, the world, and my own weak self. When I commit verses to memory or read the Bible in a way that it penetrates me, soaks into my being and changes who I am, I am arming myself. With a sword, I can defend and attack. Oh, may my attacks only be against evil and not against innocent civilians...
Prayer at all time for all the saints, and for myself to have the words I need, are always appreciated. I'll keep praying, and I hope you do, too. May we go out, protected, held up, and defended by what Jesus has done.
Finally, be strong in the Lord and in the strength of his might. Put on the whole armor of God, that you may be able to stand against the schemes of the devil. For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the cosmic powers over this present darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly places. Therefore take up the whole armor of God, that you may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand firm. Stand, therefore, having fastened on the belt of truth, and having put on the breastplate of righteousness, and, as shoes for your feet, having put on the readiness given by the gospel of peace. In all circumstances take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming darts of the evil one; and take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God, praying at all times in the Spirit, with all prayer and supplication. To that end keep alert with all perseverance, making supplication for all the saints, and also for me, that words may be given to me in opening my mouth boldly to proclaim the mystery of the gospel, for which I am an ambassador in chains, that I may declare it boldly, as I ought to speak. Ephesians 6:10-20 ESVWell, God knows I need strength for chores, meetings, emails, church visits, etc. And the power of the evil one is strong, upsetting the peace, breaking relationships, spiraling us downward into negativity and doubt, choking out the peace and joy of Christ with saturated schedules. So how do I pray on the armor of God? Today I was thinking about what these pieces of "armor" may mean to me. It's not exegetical, but rather personal reflection...
having fastened on the belt of truth
Belts keep my pants up. They provide handy cell phone holders for some people. When I use truth as a belt, it keeps everything together. Integrity allows me to go out in public without worrying about shame (will my pants fall down in front of everyone?). Here in Nicaragua, many fathers discipline their children with a belt. Truth corrects, too. It may be very painful (not condoning familial violence, but it's a reality here) but truth is discipline. When I put on the belt of truth, it holds me in check (no loosening the belt to overeat at Thanksgiving).
having put on the breastplate of righteousness
In Spanish, righteousness and justice are translated as the same word. If I keep the values of equity and goodness close to my heart, justice will protect me. It's not my own good works, but the goodness of Jesus that protects vital organs and keeps me from harm. I don't have to believe the devil's accusations because Christ has covered me with his blood, with his justice. When I seek the good of others, I am protecting myself with the breastplate of justice.
as shoes for your feet, having put on the readiness given by the gospel of peace
Last night we had an earthquake in Nicaragua. We have to be ready to get up and take action at a moment's notice. People wear certain things to bed because of the reality that they may need to get up in the middle of the night due to an emergency situation. We keep our shoes close by so we can be ready for any situation. Readiness. And how does the gospel of peace affect my readiness? I suppose that for me today it means that I have peace about life and where I'm going because I believe the gospel that Jesus dies for me and wants me to have an abundant life; therefore, I'm ready for whatever comes. I can face life and death because of the life the Spirit of God has given me. Peace about eternity, peace about purpose. I can be ready to serve, ready to work, ready to run the race because of God's Good News.
In all circumstances, take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming darts of the evil one
Sometimes I think I'm strong enough on my own, that I don't need to be on the defensive because I can go an attack. I see this most when I rely on myself instead of depending on God. That's really what faith is, after all. A hope in what I don't see, assurance that God is working even when I can't see it. This dependence on His work protects me from attacks by the evil one. I don't need to be perturbed by the negative comments of coworkers, discouraged by questions from people back home, overwhelmed by the need around me. Firmly believing that God will show me one step at a time, provide for my needs, and make all things well in the end for His creation, I am protected from fatal wounds. When I lower my shield and act on my own, I am much more vulnerable.
take the helmet of salvation
A law recently passed that all motorcycle passengers need to wear helmets. Before only the drivers needed one, but now everyone does. Helmets could save one's life in an accident, protecting the skull from getting smashed against the pavement when there's a fall. Because Jesus has called me his own and I have chosen to live obediently, I am protected when I fall.
the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God
If you look at how Jesus acts in Luke 4, it's pretty obvious that the Bible is the way to fight the devil, the world, and my own weak self. When I commit verses to memory or read the Bible in a way that it penetrates me, soaks into my being and changes who I am, I am arming myself. With a sword, I can defend and attack. Oh, may my attacks only be against evil and not against innocent civilians...
Prayer at all time for all the saints, and for myself to have the words I need, are always appreciated. I'll keep praying, and I hope you do, too. May we go out, protected, held up, and defended by what Jesus has done.
Saturday, October 11, 2014
Re-entry into Nicaragua
After a whirlwind tour in North America during the month of September, I was ready for my normal life again. Don't get me wrong - it was a great trip. However, I drove roughly 2,000 miles, flew a distance of 1,735 within North America, and didn't stay longer than 4 consecutive days in one town. I presented in three churches, spoke with leadership of six others, and introduced myself in a few college classes. Visits with family and friends filled the rest of my time though I did squeeze in a few days of housecleaning and carpentry. At the end of the month put my logistics skills to use as a bridesmaid for one of my best friends from my time at grad school. By the end of the month, I felt like a chicken with my head cut off, and I was ready to return.
Nicaragua greeted me with muggy heat. The nights have cooled off since I left, and it gets dark earlier. The skies are often overcast with the seasonal rains (thank the Lord!) and the smell of water evaporating off the pavement mixed with fresh manure dropped from oxen going to market fills my nose. Occasionally the scent of jasmine or some other flowers wafts through the air, or food cooking on a barbecue. Buses honk as if to market their presence to passengers while the cars give a friendly beep to alert others of their presence. Motorcycle engines rev loud as they speed past and semi-truck transmissions growl through their gears. Vendors (mostly women) call out their wares in words difficult to distinguish: tortillas, atol, papaya, mousetraps... I'm eating rice and beans again, fresh fruit juices and iced coffee. Hanging clothes on the line and washing the small stuff by hand. Riding my bike or public transportation everywhere I need to go. Paying with cash instead of a card. Rocking in a rocking chair, typing away on a computer, watching the hummingbird visit our bush that's more like a tree. It's good to be back.
The sensory experiences welcome me, but so do the people. My first week back in Nicaragua I was tied up in an organizational evaluation of the Nehemiah Center so I was in Managua a majority of the days. It was great to be back with the Ezra Team and other colleagues of the Nehemiah Center, but I didn't feel like I was really back. I stayed near Managua for a week so that I wouldn't have to travel so much. Finally on Wednesday I returned to León and started catching up with life here. I've been meeting with my bosses, talking to fellow Cohort members, and visiting pastors and communities. Last night I went to IMPACT Club for the first time, and several youth showed up that I didn't expect to come. It's been good to return to Nicaragua. I'm encouraged by people's welcoming smiles, comfortable with my life, and expectant for the future.
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