14 September, 2009

Thank you, God, for motorcycles

When I was a little kid sitting around the dinner table, my parents used to make my brothers and I take turns blessing the meal.My younger brothers used to thank God for the smallest, seemingly insignificant things.I remember thinking how silly it was, but it was what mattered in their little boy worlds at the time and so they thanked God for what brought them joy.

Now looking back as an adult, I see the irony of the situation. Nothing that matters to us is insignificant to God and as much as some children expect to "grow up" and figure it all out, there are some parts of faith children understand better than grown-ups. Perhaps that's why Jesus loved little children so much; they weren't too busy to love him. They didn't complicate religion, they just loved Him and believed without any conditions. How is it that children can find so much joy and love without caveats?

It reminds me to sit at the feet of God and share all the tiny details of my life, which matter to the creator of the universe.

Luke 12:6
"Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies? Yet not one of them is forgotten by God."

10 June, 2009

Experiencing Joy

I found the joy of the Lord in the strangest of places. I have seen God all over the world, but the place I felt Him moving the most in my heart was on a series of car journeys commuting to and from a lackluster job. Why is it when you don't have many of your wants, when you're uncomfortable, that God emerges in a way you've never seen Him before?

We argue that God is harder to find these days, and we're less joyful, but after visiting places like Africa, I'm convinced that perhaps we're looking in the wrong places.

While I suppose I always knew God was with me wherever I went, God needed to take the distractions away one by one to show me what robbed me of His joy and the power I had in Christ to change the only certainty I could control- my attitude. Once I finally chose to release control out of my clenched fists and handed it to God, most of my unhappy circumstances didn't change, but my heart did.

In the simplest of ways, just as humbly as He appeared at birth, He invites His spirit to wash over us, to remind us what joy really is...and it's not in our stuff, or our jobs, or our homes or even in the church, it's solely in Him.

We look for Him in these places, but we're knocking on the wrong doors. Sometimes we look for happiness or fulfillment or even purpose everywhere but where God should be- in us, His children. The irony is, I literally looked all over the world for Him and it took God taking away the home, the diamond ring, the car, the clothes, the make-up, the stuff, the comfort levels... setting aside all the distractions, for me to realize that He was with me all along.

That idea is freeing and empowering because it's more than a mere passing thought in my head. I now know in my heart that my sincerest joy is not in a career, or a home or in activities or possessions, it's in God who is my everything: my rock, my joy, my comfort, my friend, my savior. The most beautiful part of all is that His promises and love are unconditional and unchanging, no matter the season of my life or where in the world I go.

18 January, 2009

Lessons Learned:

I have learned a great many lessons on this trip. I have been humbled, moved to tears, laughed and smiled more than I thought possible and had the chance to really look at my life, our home in California and the world around me with an incredibly different perspective. Here are a few thoughts I wanted to share with you...


- Beauty comes in all shapes and sizes. Furthermore, every single person on this planet has something attractive, lovable and special about them. There are no exceptions and God loves every single one of His beloved creations.

- God is one clever guy. He made no mistakes in His unspeakably magnificent creations- I speak of the majestic oceans, lakes, rivers, hills and vast wildlife in particular. The diversity and beauty of nature all over the world is awe-inspiring.

- Try new things, even something, dare I say, you're awful at! And no excuses, you're not too old and it's never too late! Right before the trip I finally learned how to drive a manual. Yes, it's ridiculous I waited so long- but I got past the frustration and learned- it was so liberating and satisfying. We shouldn't lose our sense of adventure with age, if nothing else, we have more maturity, appreciation and insight when we're older to find new things we might enjoy. Furthermore, get involved in things you're passionate about- it's the icing on the cake- especially after finishing the mundane, but necessary chores of adulthood.

-Be open to opinions and perspective different from your own. You might learn something! Listening to other people's opinions has often not changed my own, but instead validated that I still agree with my original thought. The difference is that being open-minded enables me to better understand where other people come from and allows me to respect their opinions, even if I don't agree with them.

-Learn other languages! How helpful and less embarrassing it would have been to be multi-lingual on this trip. I speak Spanglish and I've finally run out of excuses- if anyone wants to practice Spanish with me- I'd be grateful! Our European neighbors put us to shame in that category. Even new-generation immigrants in America seem to be losing that cultural tradition of being bilingual and it really is a pity.

-Experience other cultures. You'll be horrified, offended, humbled and/or enlightened. This is vital to understanding the world around us instead of being culturally isolated or ignorant. Taking that idea a step further, I have come to realize that manners, beauty, expectations, etc. are all in the eye of the beholder and no two people think alike because we are shaped by culture, our upbringing and experience. Your way is not always the only or right way, at least not in other people's opinion. That has been a rude awakening for me on this trip, but it has allowed me to put myself in other people's shoes and to consider perspectives different from my own. You can find a lot more sympathy, empathy and general compassion for others that way and you can better understand their motives, what makes them tick and where they're coming from too.

- Respect nature. My stomach churns thinking of all the beautiful places I've been to where I've seen reefs dying, endured the searing heat under the hole in the ozone layer above Australasia or heard about animals going on the endangered species list due to global warming and human carelessness.

- Give back! Find a cause you believe in (or a few) and use your God-given talents or resources to contribute to something greater than yourself.

- Invest in quality people. Surround yourself with people who really care about what's best for you, are positive and will make an effort to be in your life for the right reasons. Time in life is precious and limited, so spend it wisely. Then really go the extra mile for those in your inner circle- root for them, find joy in their triumphs and offer a listening ear. I think happiness is doubled when you have someone to share it with.

-Do your best and then let go of things beyond your control. Stress is counter-productive, a waste of time and pointless.

- Look for the best in people and in life. Count your blessings- life is so much more pleasant this way. I always liked the saying, "When life gives you lemons, make lemonade." A dose of sugar really goes a long way, especially when it's sincere.

06 January, 2009

India

Our time in India was sadly cut short by the Bangkok riots, but on the bright side, we got to see Malaysia and Singapore. In India, we did a tour of Delhi, the Red Fort and, of course, the Taj Mahal. The thing that struck me about India was that it is a country of contrasts: rich and poor, old and new, high and low class, progress and tradition. On the same street you could see a super-luxury hotel running about $800 a night and also see starving street children begging for money on the roadside. Without a doubt, I was captivated and heartbroken by my brief encounter with this unusual country.

So many countless women, handicapped males and children tapped on our car window to get money. Some of which had no legs or legs which were so deformed, they couldn't walk upright, so they couldn't so much as peer into the window. Instead they scratch at the door and windows with their fingertips. It was just not possible to help everyone who asked and when you did give something, swarms of people would approach the car, trying to reach their hands into the windows or open the car doors. If we gave food, they wanted money, if you gave money, they wanted more. It felt like we couldn't do anything to make a dent in the poverty and hopelessness we experienced firsthand.

Those who didn't beg found other ways to earn money such as charging for toilet paper in the bathrooms or to use the restroom in the first place, to take a photo or carry your luggage. While we understand why they did these things, the frustrating part for us as tourists was that we would be handed items for sale or would have services provided for us which we did not consent to or even ask for, and we were still charged for them. For example, luggage would automatically be grabbed from our hands once we got out of a car, it would be moved literally two steps and money would be demanded. It become quite tedious to carry small change to give out and sometimes we'd be charged obscene amounts for assistance we didn't even want in the first place. We had to learn to be firm, if not forceful, to hold onto our own items if for no other reason, to avoid the risk of having our luggage stolen.

Most upsetting, however, was the stares we got, particularly in my direction as a western female. India was the worst country in terms of the stares we received, however, I must add that they looked generally innocent and curious even if accompanied by pointed fingers and whispers. I had about 5 people I came in contact with who once they figured out I was American, shared the kindest words of gratefulness and admiration about our country. Nick and I learned to greet the stares and glances with a genuine smile and wave which more often than not, particularly with children, was met with a giant grin and enthusiastic waves in return. One child even followed our car, waving and blowing kisses.

On the other hand, the architecture, food, handicrafts and history we witnessed was abundant. One could easily spend months there and not soak up half the culture. I really wish I had the opportunity to visit and blend in as a local, to be charged fair prices for their beautiful goods (to get an idea- one marble table cost $20,000 US and a cashmere scarf cost $1,000- this was the lowest prices I got while bargaining. Guides obviously take you to places where they charge more and receive kickbacks), to not be stared at or pointed out or bombarded as a so-called "rich westerner. "

I found the culture so fascinating! We had the good fortune of having a young, local college student for a guide in Delhi. He was very forward thinking and open-minded which allowed us to discuss with him the realities of the current political and social climate in India. He openly talked about the restrictions he felt by his family as a member of the upper-class and part of the Hindu religion. While this allowed him certain opportunities, it also dictated who he married, what he studied, where he lived and what career he had to pursue. Cultural and religious expectations restricted him to marry someone of his own caste and religion and firmly dictated that he could not intermingle with anyone of a lower class, even to help them.

These ideas are so ingrained in India society, yet I saw a glimpse of hope in speaking with this young man, only a few years my junior. I saw hope and promise for the future of India in this student as he expressed his love for democracy, education, equality, progress and freedom. Truly, this was further confirmation of my opinion that education in third world countries is one of the greatest solutions if they are to achieve progress, equality and freedom in all forms.

And finally, I must discuss the magnificent, marble-chiseled Taj Mahal. Hands-down, it was the best part of our stay in India. It was a wonder of 17th century architecture, the details were superb! No wonder it took 22 years to complete! We discovered the king who commissioned it (in honor of his late wife who died in childbirth), had a vision to create an identical one in black onyx on the opposite side of the river. His son was convinced his father had lost his mind and would spend the entire royal fortune, so he arrested and jailed his father, keeping him imprisoned for the rest of his life in the Red Fort, with only a view of the Taj Mahal and visits from his daughter to console him. Nice guy!

We would love to go back to India one day to see Shimla and the sacred Ganges River in Varanasi. Seeing Everest and Kathmandu in Nepal is also on our list- what an extraordinarily unique part of the world they are in!

04 January, 2009

Ethiopia

One fact which left an undeniable impression on me on this trip was that Africa is a place riddled by corruption and the struggle for power. As a result, there is a very clear division between rich and poor and a dismal lack of efficient, adequate government facilities such as schools, hospitals, roads and general government-run services due to government corruption. Ethiopia is certainly no exception and even in my brief visit, it became increasingly apparent that most assistance for citizens and residents comes from western tourists and aid organizations. The combination of corrupt government and charitable handouts from westerners and non-profits has resulted in a society of beggars and the perpetually unemployed. Some who are employed, are underpaid, and resort to siphoning money from their organizations , demanding large tips or ripping off tourists to supplement income.


Another surprise for me was the non-stop attention and stares we received as "firanges" (white people). There wasn't one street we walked or drove down where we weren't stared at like aliens, asked for money or were shouted at: "firange, hey you!" It was exhausting, a little disturbing and surprising because we are used to living in culturally, multi-ethnic areas where no one particular race is singled out.



On a positive note, Ethiopia is incredibly rich in terms of natural resources, ancient history and archaeological finds. Nick and I had the opportunity to see the Lucy skeleton, archaeological remains of the oldest an most complete human fossil ever found to date. We also saw the oldest carbon dated child's skull ever discovered. Fascinating!



The best part of our time in Addis Ababa was spent visiting schoolchildren and an orphanage. We had a chance to visit a branch of the late Mother Theresa's global charity in Addis called Missionaries of Charity. Despite the fact that the nuns there (who in my opinion are saints) have given their hearts and lives for these children, there simply isn't enough resources to sufficiently nurture the overwhelming amount of kids who need a home. One of our kind friends and his lovely girlfriend, who volunteer there each Saturday, introduced us to the center.

Children aged 3-11 gathered from all four corners of the asphalted quadrangle courtyard to meet the curious white strangers. Handicapped kids with deformities walked to us, some with eczema, polio, TB, hepatitis possibly, burned faces, gaping sores, hunchbacks, crusty lips, noses and eyes, lice...and yet they smiled up at us, held our hands, stroked our arms and kissed our cheeks. All children, from all over the world, crave the same thing above anything...to be loved. And so we loved them. It was easy to do when they showed so much curiosity and affection toward us. We did this only a few short days and yet the nuns we met were severely underpaid and overworked but served these children daily. I have a profound admiration and respect for them.



We fed the severely mentally and physically handicapped children, some of which suffered from Parkinson's disease, autism, blindness, and various impairments derived primarily from physical abuse and malnourishment. Although the staff truly did the best they could, they were too shorthanded to give each child individual affection in addition to bathing, feeding, diaper-changing and putting them to sleep. I held the hand of a blind child who cradled his knees into his chest, rocking himself in the corner. He squeezed my fingers every so often and would touch my arm to make sure I was still there.

Many of the children cried because they wore plastic bags fashioned into diapers that leaked and left their beds and clothes soiled. We discovered many generous companies and individuals have donated practical items such as diapers, but the import tax imposed by customs is so ridiculously high, despite already being paid for, that non-profits cannot afford to pay it. As a result, the government keeps the items, auctions them off and keeps the profits. Such was the case when a Spanish company donated a gigantic crate of diapers to Mother Theresa's, but the government demanded an unrealistic 60,000 Birr or about 6,000 USD for it in taxes. The tax was worth more than the diapers! The same charges go for any items shipped or brought into the country that are considered "excess." And buying imported goods within Ethiopia costs nearly three times as much as it would cost abroad, so only local goods are affordable.

One moment I will forever cherish was seeing the nursery. About 20 of the most gorgeous, innocent eyes peeked up at me and I got to hold their tiny, precious little fingers. One little girl in particular (her name was Theresa) smiled up at me in such a way that I had to hold her. She had a smile that could melt an iceberg. I almost cried thinking of how we could've given her a home in America, a life with opportunity, education, access to health care... The words, "no family," will remain emblazoned in my mind. The only hope I felt was knowing orphanages like Missionaries of Charity are making a difference and also seeing many wealthy westerners with their newly adopted children.

I wish from the deepest depths of my heart that all these wonderful children, gifts from God, are adopted into homes where they are cared for and loved as they inherently deserve. I pray God blesses organizations such as this one and the people who run them. May they always have pure motives and honest reward in their hard work.

Thoughts on America

In speaking with Sister Freda in Kenya (I will discuss our poignant visit with her in a following blog) and observing the local businesses such as US Aid, I was blown away by the services America provides to Kenya in both the non-profit and government health care sectors. I even discovered the US provides (and fully funds) free, yes, free doses of the aids retrovirus medicine in Kenya. In addition, I lost count of non-profits which contribute in terms of volunteer manpower and monetarily to better this country. While I think this is important and genuinely needed, I can't help but feel that on a global scale America is stretching itself too thin.

As a result, the US has a deteriorating economy, weakened infrastructure, suffering education system and a government which has lost the faith of the American people and favor in international politics. President-elect Obama, of Kenyan descent, came two years ago as a state senator to Kenya and boldly called out the Kenyan government's agenda and challenged the country's leadership to make certain changes for the benefit of the nation. This is a man hell-bent on change. As the future President of the United States, I sincerely hope he can deliver his promises for the good of America and the nations affected by the choices made by the US as a superpower. I also hope that as the government prepares to switch posts, America will take a good, hard look at itself and make positive, constructive change in the states before reaching outwards. How can we properly provide accountability and aid to other countries when we are in major debt and in desperate need of repairs ourself?

I say this partially because we need to realize limited funds and resources only stretch so far before we bleed dry, partly because we look like hypocrites trying to fix others when we have so many issues of our own, partly because we have started to care more in ways for the needy abroad than internally (perhaps because its trendy and sometimes easier to help strangers than our own neighbors) but mostly because we have a responsibility to use government funds to serve and assist the American people as a first priority. As a Christian, I absolutely support and insist on helping the less fortunate, but charity begins in the home and America is our home.

We tax, take, gather and give out to various causes and countries around the world without inwardly reflecting on our own issues and shortcomings, often meeting immediate needs, instead of developing strategies for long-lasting change which will promote self-sufficiency. Perhaps its generosity, perhaps we see ourselves as a sort of caretaker, watchdog or savior or the world, but we never stopped to consider that America may be in need of saving too. It's time for our government to reassess what's working and not working, then seek out realistic solutions. No other country is interested in helping America with its own problems, so if our own government won't make improvements, who will? I am in no way urging people to stop giving abroad (in fact, I éspecially encourage giving time or food, adopting, educating, etc.), I am just asking for us to rexamine the best way to create a long-term, positive impact abroad while also trying to meet the needs of our less-fortunate neighbors here in the states we have an obligation to help get back on their feet.

If we don't stop and pay attention to our wounds or stop the bleeding, our problems will only become exacerbated and we will be in danger of bleeding dry, robbing ourselves and future generations. Let us work on our debts ad find proper solutions to our own wounds before attempting to heal the afflictions of others. How did we end of spending so many billions of US dollars to save a country that didn't even ask to be saved and now wants us out, meanwhile we have ignored the needs of our own people? This has ultimately resulted in a myriad of current national dilemmas and a catastrophic debt which the next generation will be paying off for years to come. The younger generation of Americans are left to wonder where the money will come from to support our social security and other government funded services down the road.

Government expenditures must be taken with careful consideration and sober caution if we want to improve our currently dire fiscal situation and preserve the future for upcoming generations. And when we extend assistance to other nations militarily, financially and in practical ways, I pray we invest wisely and in some cases with specific thoughtfulness for the good of both the US and beneficiary nations. I share this observation with sadness but also with an intention of creating truly lasting solutions to world problems instead of throwing money at them: many countries America aids either don't want our help, want our money but don't desire change or want change but can't attain it without significant external intervention due to a poorly organized, corrupt or inefficient government. All this must be crucially addressed and taken into account in order for our help to develop any lasting, positive solutions globally.

01 January, 2009

Photo slideshow is up!


Please scroll further down to view a slideshow of our trip (it is located below the blog posts). Pardon the delay in typing up my journal entries. I will have them posted very soon. Until then, hope you enjoy the photos!

Nick and I in Brugge, Belgium