Kwame:
Kwame with one of the class projects |
Day four
at Ray of Hope was an incredibly eye opening one. Six of us from the Glide team were escorted
by the staff person I discussed in yesterday’s blog through the Kawangware slums,
where we visited the homes of three of the clients she looks after. The level of poverty was shocking. What I saw will not soon leave my
memory. The experience was one I been
waiting to have but the words to properly express my feelings have yet to come
me. I am speechless now, but the words
will come.
Classy:
Classy and Hendricka caring for a sick child |
For me,
today was an emotional day. Started my morning off hearing the sad news of a
good man, Tyler. It really set the mood for my entire day. I don't mean in
terms of feeling sad and not being in the mood for seeing more sad things
today. Instead, I focused on how precious life is and we must take advantage of
everything GOD has given to us, and not take advantage of the families and
friends and total strangers who can help us when we need it the most. We must
always remember that no matter what, things do get better.
Visiting the families today really
felt good. I've always heard stories and photo being shown, but it really opens
you up to a whole new level of poverty and what people face every day. It also
made me respect them that much more. With little they have, they are the most
grateful. We should all be grateful. Rest in peace to Tyler Shaw and all the
lost souls all over the world.
Robin:
Robin and Craig outside Ray of Hope waiting for a matatu to take them downtown |
I am at
Nairobi Hospital with Evelyn for her follow up appointment and my heart
overflows with gratitude for Evelyn’s improvement, and to be on a team with
such amazing, talented people. I am
constantly in awe of their gifts, their openness and their capacity to
love. I am grateful to Craig, our team
leader, for bringing us “The Carnival of the Animals” which is exposing the
children to symphony music, different animals, and geography. Craig is willing to strut like a lion (his
elephant looks remarkably like a lion, too).
And I am very grateful to Craig for accompanying Evelyn and me to the
hospital. I am grateful to Karen for keeping
us centered, and for her amazing ability to do magic, songs and games with the
children at any moment. I am grateful to
Angela for bringing journaling to the children, for helping out anywhere she
can and for keeping me humble. I am
grateful for Kirsti whose eyes have sparkled and whose smile has been contagious
all week. She has brought creative
crafts that the children have loved and has also helped out in the clinic. I am grateful to Kwame for his laughter, his
easy ability to connect with everyone, and for saving my life twice so far
(from moving vehicles). I am grateful
for Christina’s passion and vision to help children feel good about themselves and
for keeping us on schedule. I am
grateful for Classy’s sheer joy of dancing with the children and for making me
laugh often. I am also grateful for my
Glide family, wthout whom we would not be here. And for all those who have
supported us, given supplies and donations.
We carry each of you in our hearts as we work in Kawangware. Asante Sana.
Karen:
Today
Hendrika took us out with her into the community to visit the people under her
care as a community health care worker. She is a remarkable woman, providing advocacy, support and community for people who are suffering and have
often been shunned for their HIV status.
The
first home was Josephine’s. Like others in Kawangware, it was a small tin room
with a small window and door. The six of us who made this trip with Hendrika
felt a little claustrophobic, yet this is the type of home where often many
adults and children live in.
Josephine
was HIV positive and also had TB which had progressed to a point that she could
no longer use her legs and her back could no longer support her. It was
difficult to sit with her, seeing her face contort with pain and watching tears
slowly run down her face.
Hendrika
softly spoke about the woman’s health history and her prognosis, all the time
gently stroking Josephine’s foot. Another woman sat behind Josephine, providing
support for her spine that could no longer hold her upright. Watching the way the women cared for her was a profound testimony to the power of community.
As I sat
there, I realized what a humbling experience ministry is. We are invited into
people’s lives, often at the point of their greatest pain and suffering. To sit
with someone when they are most vulnerable, when there is no easy fix for what
they are facing, is hard, yet it is precisely into this place that God sends
us. Because if we weren’t there, to be a witness not only to the pain but to
the peace and strength that God offers, who would be?
Christ has no body but yours,
No hands, no feet on earth but yours,
Yours are the eyes with which he looks
Compassion on this world,
Yours are the feet with which he walks to do good,
Yours are the hands, with which he blesses all the world.
Yours are the hands, yours are the feet,
Yours are the eyes, you are his body.
Christ has no body now but yours
Compassion on this world,
Yours are the feet with which he walks to do good,
Yours are the hands, with which he blesses all the world.
Yours are the hands, yours are the feet,
Yours are the eyes, you are his body.
Christ has no body now but yours
St. Teresa of Avila
Craig:
I was thinking about the selfless giving of some people here when a homeless child
unexpectedly enters into their lives. Their homes are bursting at
the seams, food is stretched thin, and yet here appears another child who has
no place to go. Queries to find homes for these orphans are
often in vain, and sometimes there are no options.
How incredibly frustrating it must be to slowly
realize that your vision and dreams for the future- a trip home, replacement of
worn out clothing, a special celebration for one of your children-
probably aren’t going to play out as you hoped because another child needs a
home and God’s plan looks to be that that home is yours.
To the person considering taking on another
child, taking this step might feel like a huge sacrifice, one that most people
will never appreciate or even consider. There could be a lot of
resentment of the situation. Why me?!? When do I get MY
turn? It would be so much easier to take an easier path and
let someone else worry about the issue at hand. Being
forced to make an impossible decision like this must be so difficult!
Craig, Angela and Christina listening to Steven, who makes prosthetic limbs |
I started thinking that there are parallels to
the parable of the prodigal son. One man stayed home to meet his
family obligations and in the end the family fortunes went toward his
brother. We often toil, working unrecognized, and then we are asked to
sacrifice even more for the good of others. Things don’t work out
as planned or hoped for. The situation just doesn’t seem fair.
But there is a much greater plan, and the payoff
will be in ways we cannot imagine. Life hands us situations
that require large doses of selflessness for the betterment of
others. Time and again we are hearing stories here in
Kawangware of people whose incredible faith has allowed them to keep strong,
keep going, and make enormous sacrifices for others, confident that things will
somehow work themselves out. What an inspirational lesson for us all.
Angela:
VISITATION OR INTRUSION
Today we did not
spend the entire day with the children. After the morning round of camp songs,
we (6 + Hendricka and Angeline) were off to accompany Hendricka as she
conducted her home visits. The walk took us deeper into the slum close to Ray
of Hope, even walking through a garbage dump.
We were able to
visit with three of Hendricka's clients: Josephine, Joseph and Helen ( 7 years
old). All were HIV+ with complications of TB, and some having negative
reactions to some of the medication that was prescribed. Josephine was in too
much pain to even sit up in her bed, without leaning back on someone for
support. The spinal surgery that she needs, she cannot afford, the landlord
wants to evict her, and her mother has recently been hospitalized and she is
unable to visit her mother, because she is unable to stand on her own.
All of the homes
were in tin roofed and walled structures, that were the size of a SRO in San
Francisco. Like a SRO there was no inside bathroom. There was no running water,
electricity, and each home housed several people. During our visit there were
eight of us (six of whom were strangers) attempting to fit in this very small
space with an individual, that in Josephine's case was in constant pain.
We offered pray at
each visit, and said that we would continue to hold them in our prayers.
These visits were
troublesome to me, and I felt that it was an intrusion and stole some of the
personal dignity of the individual being visited. I'm still troubled by the
visits and I am attempting to work out the 'dis-ease' that I am feeling about
the visits.
We also started to
load the backpacks that we brought for the kids, with a Warrior's
t-shirt, pencils,
erasers, coloring books, crayons, a small journal book. Tomorrow we will add
the items that they made this week. We placed in the supply closet the supplies
that Evelyn requested that can be used for the Fall semester.
The trip downtown on
the bus, during rush hour, was like running an obstacle course. We paired up,
and discussed the bus number to take if we became separated. We did not lose
anyone, and we managed to get on an empty bus, so we could seat together. The
buses have posted signs that we found interesting, and today we got to
experience one of the prohibited acts on the bus. The signs say: "NO PREACHING,
NO SMOKING, NO HAWKING." This was our first experience where the toll
taker allowed two men onto the bus, one was selling socks, and the other was
selling candy. When the toll taker saw a policeman in the area, she hid the
'Hawker'. We assumed that she was getting a pair of socks and a candy bar out
of the deal. We encouraged Pastor Karen to start 'preaching', since the rules
were so loosely enforced, but she declined our invitation to preach on the bus
(now that's a visual).
Kirsti:
Lilly and Gabriel |
Kirsti helping a child make a personalized tee shirt |
There is so much to be thankful for. At 9:45 this morning, baby Gabriel took his first breath on his own. His mother Lilly, did a great job in spite of being frightened and alone. Lilly is 20 years old and has been coming to the Ray of Hope clinic sporadically during her pregnancy. She lives with her older brother but doesn't have any experience with babies. Her mother died when she was young and she has no sisters.
After labor, Lilly was moved into a room to rest. I got to spend much of the morning and some of the afternoon with her and Gabriel. It's funny how going through labor with someone gives you such a strong bond with them. By the time we had to say goodbye, we were both in tears and promised to keep in touch.
Gabriel and Lilly have a life ahead of them that I cannot imagine. I am grateful to have shared such an important moment with both of them.
Christina:
Christina getting ready to play a game with the children |
Wow. Today was deep. Before the 7a hour even rolled around, Classy
(my roommate) received very heavy news about a friend she, Pastor Karen and
many others within the GLIDE community unexpectedly lost. Sincere condolences
to the entire community who lost a dear friend, mentor or loved one.
Before 10a, now at Ray of Hope, we learned the story of one of Alfred's students. This boy immediately stood out to me in an impressive way since Day One. Always helpful with cleanups after projects, kind, sweet eyes, softer spoken, and one heck of a dancer (which is actually an understatement) - this kiddo has great style with his Superman embellished belt, coupled with the way he wears his socks and kicks with purpose, and has a certain joie de vie that is truly endearing. However, he comes with a very dark, scary past. His father passed away leaving his mom a widow, and he was the only son among a few other sisters. In due time, his mom went on to have 5 more children with another partner, who immediately demonstrated pure hatred towards this boy - even threatening to kill this boy's mom if she ever brought her son home again. This lovely boy was ultimately found homeless by Hendrika - sleeping underneath the table at street vendor near the ROH Learning Center. He was so dirty, and so drenched with filth and stench, that no one wanted to come near him. Hendrika, after learning more about his situation by visiting his mother, brought him up to the Learning Center at Ray of Hope to give him a freezing sponge bath (their running water comes through a garden hose). However, Hendrika intuition enabled her to deal with the situation uniquely - by also taking two of this boy's step sisters at Ray of Hope - and now fast forward, due to the relationship Henrika created with the boy's step father, he is now accepted by this man, and safely living at home and off the streets. THIS is the kind of magic that Evelyn & Alfred (both teachers), along with Hendrika (case worker) do on a daily basis.
However, before the Noon hour even took place, the heaviness continued with trips to the respective homes of Josephine, Jaqueline, Joseph & Helen, all HIV+ patients in Henrika's Support Group. HIV is detrimental because it is a gateway to other life-threatening diseases, and most of the individuals we saw today also have TB. Josephine's story will be shared another day; however, we had a peek into tiny, little Helen's life...
Helen does not attend Ray of Hope at the young age of 7 - instead, Helen is a patient of Henrika's. Helen has HIV. Both of Helen's parents died, leaving her behind with her little brother (age 3 or 4) and her older sister (age 20). Forcing the sister to provide for the family (with payments in bread slices), she leaves early every morning to go fishing and ultimately sell the fish, returning around sundown. This little girl - who I would have guessed was 4 years old herself - is left alone all day long to tend to and watch over her little brother who runs around the slums playing, exploring with other children. Helen, with poor vision and bad hearing (a side effect from HIV drugs that never went away) is a blessing. A precious little soul, with the responsibility of the world, on her tiny un-knowing shoulders.
Today, my soul is heavy. I've never had so many individuals in my thoughts and prayers - it's an entire community - with some names I will never-ever forget. Tonight, I will be sending them love, light and healing energy. Tomorrow, I keep them in my thoughts, while continuing to send love, light and healing energy... and next week... I will continue to keep them in my thoughts. And next month... they will still be in the same exact place. Endless thoughts. Endless energy. Endless healing lights. Please keep them in your thoughts and prayers, too.
Before 10a, now at Ray of Hope, we learned the story of one of Alfred's students. This boy immediately stood out to me in an impressive way since Day One. Always helpful with cleanups after projects, kind, sweet eyes, softer spoken, and one heck of a dancer (which is actually an understatement) - this kiddo has great style with his Superman embellished belt, coupled with the way he wears his socks and kicks with purpose, and has a certain joie de vie that is truly endearing. However, he comes with a very dark, scary past. His father passed away leaving his mom a widow, and he was the only son among a few other sisters. In due time, his mom went on to have 5 more children with another partner, who immediately demonstrated pure hatred towards this boy - even threatening to kill this boy's mom if she ever brought her son home again. This lovely boy was ultimately found homeless by Hendrika - sleeping underneath the table at street vendor near the ROH Learning Center. He was so dirty, and so drenched with filth and stench, that no one wanted to come near him. Hendrika, after learning more about his situation by visiting his mother, brought him up to the Learning Center at Ray of Hope to give him a freezing sponge bath (their running water comes through a garden hose). However, Hendrika intuition enabled her to deal with the situation uniquely - by also taking two of this boy's step sisters at Ray of Hope - and now fast forward, due to the relationship Henrika created with the boy's step father, he is now accepted by this man, and safely living at home and off the streets. THIS is the kind of magic that Evelyn & Alfred (both teachers), along with Hendrika (case worker) do on a daily basis.
However, before the Noon hour even took place, the heaviness continued with trips to the respective homes of Josephine, Jaqueline, Joseph & Helen, all HIV+ patients in Henrika's Support Group. HIV is detrimental because it is a gateway to other life-threatening diseases, and most of the individuals we saw today also have TB. Josephine's story will be shared another day; however, we had a peek into tiny, little Helen's life...
Helen does not attend Ray of Hope at the young age of 7 - instead, Helen is a patient of Henrika's. Helen has HIV. Both of Helen's parents died, leaving her behind with her little brother (age 3 or 4) and her older sister (age 20). Forcing the sister to provide for the family (with payments in bread slices), she leaves early every morning to go fishing and ultimately sell the fish, returning around sundown. This little girl - who I would have guessed was 4 years old herself - is left alone all day long to tend to and watch over her little brother who runs around the slums playing, exploring with other children. Helen, with poor vision and bad hearing (a side effect from HIV drugs that never went away) is a blessing. A precious little soul, with the responsibility of the world, on her tiny un-knowing shoulders.
Today, my soul is heavy. I've never had so many individuals in my thoughts and prayers - it's an entire community - with some names I will never-ever forget. Tonight, I will be sending them love, light and healing energy. Tomorrow, I keep them in my thoughts, while continuing to send love, light and healing energy... and next week... I will continue to keep them in my thoughts. And next month... they will still be in the same exact place. Endless thoughts. Endless energy. Endless healing lights. Please keep them in your thoughts and prayers, too.
I'm sending thoughts, love, and light to you all! I have been reading the blogs daily and my heart aches that I am not there with you all for this experience! Much love!!!!
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