Tuesday, June 28, 2016

Hoping for the future...

We stand in silence as darkness descends around us.  Hand in hand, we offer silent prayers and wait on the Lord.

The teenage boys' housefather has asked me to join them on the soccer field for their weekly prayer time.  I think it is a great thing he is doing - inviting different staff to accompany them in prayer each week - but to be honest, I was already in for the evening with my sweatpants on when he called...

However I couldn't say no to such an offer, so I pulled on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt and headed back out.  Now the sun has set behind me and the sounds of birds chirping and children playing has faded away, to be replaced by the songs of crickets and wind blowing through the trees.

I am thankful to be in this place.  Thankful to be standing in the chill of the evening in a valley in southern Mexico.  In the twilight we pray for one another and for Oaxaca.  I pray for these boys who will soon be men, and I am astonished at the maturity of their prayers for one another.  And I no longer despair as much for this world.  Once again, getting to know a few young people has given me hope for the future.

I don't see a resolution coming to the conflicts here anytime soon.  We wait and watch, but each day seems to bring more of the same - blockades continuing and people not listening to each other.  But as I hear cars go by on the nearby highway, my heart goes out to Oaxaca and I continue to pray for this home God has brought me to.

We all appreciate your continued prayers as well.
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There are things about tomorrow
That I don't seem to understand
But I know who holds tomorrow
And I know who holds my hand.

Thursday, June 23, 2016

Update on Oaxaca and a Prayer Request


UN workers in Nochixtlan following Sunday's conflict
This has been a tense week for Oaxaca.  On Tuesday the U.S. Embassy sent out a security message for U.S. Citizens about mass demonstrations in Oaxaca, and I think it summarizes well was has been going on.  So, I share it with you, along with a few more details of what our experience here has been. 

Mass demonstrations have occurred regularly in Oaxaca, Mexico.
For nearly 30 years the teachers' union has held annual demonstrations in order to have their demands heard.  These demonstrations last at least one or two months.  This year the teachers have taken over the city center for over a month now, then a few weeks ago they blockaded the major highways in the state.

Some of the recent demonstrations have turned violent.
Sunday night there was a conflict in Nochixtlan, 50 miles north of the city of Oaxaca, between protestors and police that turned violent.  Shots were fired, people on both sides were hurt, people on both sides died.  It is my understanding and belief that these demonstrations turn violent when radical groups/individuals join the cause of the teachers.  It often seems like these people are not so much seeking justice for the teachers, but conflict with the government.

Protestors have blocked major highways to and from the city of Oaxaca.
Each year is different, and in recent years the protests seem to become more brazen to draw attention to their cause.  For weeks the major highways have been blocked in various places by the teachers and it has been a great challenge (to put it lightly) to travel north to Mexico City or south to the isthmus.

Due to these blockades, trucks are unable to enter the city and some areas are experiencing food and fuel shortages.
Supplies are running low in the city.  A few examples: Our cook went to Walmart, Sams Club, and Soriana and found them all completely out of eggs.  She said Walmart is also out of produce.  Our prison ministry pastor reports that the meager meals at the jail across the street are getting even smaller in portion size.

There are also reports of looting.
In the days following Sunday's events, looters took advantage of the anger and chaos, and stole thousands of dollars worth of products from various stores during the night.

Public transportation has suspended intermittently due to the violence and fuel shortages.
Transportation by big bus companies to Mexico City or Puebla has been suspended, I imagine because they simply can't get there and also to minimize loss of property.  Protestors often steal buses and cars to use for blockades, even setting them on fire.  On Monday, public transportation in the city was suspended because of uncertainty what the day would bring.

While no problems have been reported at Oaxaca’s international airport, protestors may block access at any time.
It is for this reason that we have asked the group coming next week to postpone their trip to Oaxaca.  We are thankful for the safety we feel here at the children's home, but with the strained calm of the city right now, we can't guarantee what the airport will be like in a few days.
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We appreciate your prayers for Oaxaca - for the teachers and the government and the people.  For those who lost loved ones, for those who still struggle, and for the future generations.  For resolution to conflict, peace, and restoration.

I think that in these times it is especially critical that those of us who call ourselves followers of Christ do not react with fear or hatred, but with wisdom and love.  And I think a great way to love people is to pray for them.

So, please pray for all of Mexico, and for the world, and for your neighbor, and while you're at it, for your enemy.  It is hard to truly pray for someone and continue to hate them.  When you hear world news that breaks your heart, don't just talk about it or post about it or worry about it - pray first.  Then pray again.

Love God and love one another.  There is no commandment greater than these.

Saturday, June 18, 2016

Daily Forecast

 45% chance of rain.  99% chance of blockades.  It's that time of year again in Oaxaca.  Every morning, along with checking the weather, I check social media to see what the teachers are blockading today.  The strikes and blockades over the years have begun to blend together in my mind, but this year is beginning to remind me of what happened here when I first came in 2006. Thankfully things are not to that extreme of a point yet, but the situation is volatile right now.

The teachers' union, Section 22, has been camped out in the zocalo for a month now, and every so often there are marches and blockades around the city.  But what puts me in mind of 2006 is that now they have numerous blockades on the main highways leading out of the city - blocking the route south to the isthmus (as I understand it, to stop the gas supply) and blocking the route north to Mexico City (from what I hear, to stop Federal troops from coming).

There have been confrontations between the federal police and the teachers, and the teachers are not backing down.  In fact, there are people in the villages who are joining up with them - arming themselves with machetes and sticks.  The federal police arrived in force this week to remove the blockades from the isthmus, but they were unsuccessful.

At breakfast the other day, I asked one of our teachers why the people are supporting the teachers.  She shared with me that when the government took over the union a while back (yes, that happened), they put people in charge who have no experience in schools.  What's more, in her town they put in a bad teacher, who was doing things that, once discovered, got him put in prison.  And so I begin to understand where the teachers are coming from.

Whichever side one takes in all of this, the situation in Oaxaca is not good right now.  Thankfully here at the home, most of the kids attend private schools, so their classes continue regularly.  Also, being out in the country a bit, we are relatively removed from what is going on.  However, we are keeping an eye on the situation and are praying daily for Oaxaca.

Yesterday our pastor asked us to imagine that we had a family member who was a teacher, a federal policeman, or a business owner (who are really suffering in all of this as well).  He asked us to think about how we would pray for that person, and then pray accordingly.  I ask you to join us in prayer as well for Oaxaca and Mexico.  I think we have challenging times ahead of us.

Saturday, June 11, 2016

Consentida

The other day, I was thinking about what kind of house I would like to live in someday - if I could live anywhere I wanted.  I decided that I would like kind of a southwestern style house, with a porch that I could sit out on.  Then it occurred to me, I live on a southwestern style house, with a porch that I can sit out on... Huh, how about that.
There have been several times lately when I have looked around to find that I already have what I didn't even reolize that I desired.  From bigger things like having someone around to help me with my growing to-do list, to simple things like having someone share their piece of cake with me after craving cake a few days earlier.  These moments seem like special gifts from God.

The word for "spoiled" in Spanish is "consentida."  Both words are used basically the same, but I like it better in Spanish.  A spoiled child sounds like one who has gone bad, a "consentida" child is more like one to whom the parent consents.  I have heard several people in the church here say that they are God's "consentida" when they recognize that He has blessed them in special way.

Life has been challenging lately - even to the point of my arm twitch returning, the one that shows itself whenever I'm stressed.  But in the midst of it all, I notice more and more little things that cause me to reflect upon how good God is to me, from a certain song on the radio to the beauty of this place I live in to different people literally saying, "God sees the little things you do for him and is pleased with you."

In these moments it is as if He is saying, "Please know that I love you."  Right now I have the head knowledge that God loves me, but I'm realizing it's time that moves deeper into my heart.
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 You, Lord, are forgiving and good, abounding in love to all who call to you.
Psalm 86:5

Monday, June 6, 2016

Bumps in the Road

We were stopped at a light on our way to the airport to drop off a group when I noticed that the driver from the car a few spots in front of us was out of his vehicle, pointing out our tires.  Oh man...  I asked our driver to pull over while I hopped out to check out the situation.  Sure enough, one of our back tires was flat.

After a call to our mechanic, I found out the spare tire was under the van - something I'd never heard of before.  I also found out where the car jack was, unfortunately, it was in four separate pieces - something else I was unfamiliar with.  My mind scrambled for the best way to get the group to the airport before it was too late.

Then a car pulled up in front of us.  I couldn't tell if they were just pulling into the building next to us, or were stopping to help.  As it turned out, they were doing both.  A man got out of the car and came over.

After assessing the situation, he went into the building and came out with another young man, along with their own car jack. Seemed we had broken down beside a mechanic shop.  Go figure. It is closed on Sundays, but they both happened to be there that day.  I watched as they took the spare out from under the van and began to change the tire.

With the sun burning down on us, the group leader, Benjamin, and I made small talk with the first man.  He asked who we were, and I told him that we were from a children's home.  As with most people here, he was very curious about how children end up at the home.  I tried to explain as best as I could.

As the young man finished putting our flat tire under the car, Ben asked the man what his name was.  "Benjamin," the man replied.  What?!?  When we told the man what Ben's name was, they celebrated the occasion with a brotherly hug.

The whole thing took about an hour, and I was eager to get us back on the road to the airport.  When Ben tried to give the man money for his help, the man refused.  I insisted.  Ben insisted.  The man continued to refuse.  Needing to get going, we thanked him once again and headed off to the airport, thanking God for unexpected help just when we needed it.
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Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?  ...But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.

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