Friday, June 26, 2015

Discouragement

"I really have to go," she said to me as her alarm went off.
I quickly handed her the little Hapiness for Life book. It was a short one that helps build a relationship with God. 
"It just helps you deal with the stress and many problems of life. Whatever you feel like giving helps me go to school."
She pulls a dollar out of her wallet.
"Don't get discouraged," she told me, "I'll be praying for you."
She reached into her wallet once again and popped a few gift cards to Cold Stone into my hand. Sixty dollars worth of gift cards.
The nice woman left, and I continued to knock on the next houses. I should've listened to her. 

But I got discouraged. I shrank at the door. I lost confidence, not only in myself, but also in my God. I just couldn't really hold a conversation with most people. I almost cried on my friends shoulder.
Many times things like this happens to us. I don't know why, but even when we are told to stay positive, told that people are praying for us, we forget about their encouraging words. It becomes too easy for us to lose heart. Who knows what testimonies I could have shared that day if only I had continued to trust Him? After all His word says "Fear not, for I am with you" (Isaiah 41:10). So let me, like the woman who gave me Cold Stone gift cards, give you another reminder to continue to trust in Him.

Also, if you want to see much more exciting stories from going door to door, visit this page down here. There are some awesome experiences there, and I helped write many of them!

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

River of Life

Spontaneous inspiration from the Amazon that resulted in me writing a poem in one night. These are the surprising results.

I saw the river 
And on either side
Was lush spots of flowers
Amidst the greeny leaves reflecting their light
Watered by the river 
Called the Giver of Life 

I saw the river
Roaring with all its might
There was a woody sliver
Carrying goods for good as it made its flight
Pushed by the river
Called Sustainer of Life 

I saw the river 
Struggling in its strife
A lack of filter
As we polluted this amazing sight
Taken by the river
Called Sacrifice of Life 

Peru Adventures pt. 2

Day Uno (I don't know Spanish)

So far today we have...
Eaten good food
Rode in a motor-tricycle carraige thing in crazy traffic
Visited the market
Tried new fruit
Met some people living in the city
Got lost on the way to our service project
Walked in the rain to get our service project
Got really muddy digging trenches for our service project (for the foundation of the patio for a POPP's new clinic)
Met and entertained the kids at VBS

So its been eventful. I'm sure Pastor Troy and Mr. Bokov and my classmates have been keeping you posted on many of these. One of the things that stuck out to me was in the market. So many different and new fruit, plant noodles, weird merchandise, the meat market, and the jungle pharmacy were only the items on sale. Add in a whole section of water streets with little kayaks, a whole other language, and a drunk man stumbling over the steps. Also the booths were literally just a table. In many places tarp was laid overhead as a canopy for the sun and rain.

But I think the thing that stood out to me the most was the dogs and cats. Living in America, we are accustomed to having and keeping these creatures as pets, some almost to an obsession. Yet here in Iquoitos, they seem... forgotten. But us tourists, we see this tiny little kitten about the size of our feet, and say, "Oh so cute! I want to take you home!" We saw about 4 cats and 20 dogs in that market. Some sick. Some starving. Some shooed away. All wandering. All ignored. All forgotten.

Later on the way to the work site the next morning, we saw two dogs, just rummaging through the garbage like... dogs? It was sad. A friend had told me that as they were walking through the market, they saw a little kitten curled with its tail, everyone around it hustling by, almost stepping on it. For us tourists, our compassion had filled up. One of my good friends even went so far to ask, "Why do we care more about the animals than we do for humans?"
The only reply to break the silence was heard as, "We tend to humanize animals, but dehumanize humans."

Jesus often walked in the market. He probably saw some of the very same things I did, though I'd like to think their sewege system was much better. One thing I know He saw that I didn't was the sacrifical market. Caged birds and lambs and goats. So many of them forgotten after they were slaughtered at the temple. Perhaps this is what prompted Jesus to say, "Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? And one of them will not fall to the ground without the knowledge anr consent of your Father. And even the hairs of your head are numbered! Therefore do not be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows" (Matt 10:29-31, LEB).

Of course God cares for that kitten whose body was almosted stomped to the ground, and for the starving and sick dogs, and even for the sparrows, just as we do, for they also are His creatures. Yet many times, like Iquoitos has done for their animals, we have forgotten about God's creation. But this time, I'm not talking about pet species or meat species or even endangered species, though they are important as well. I'm talking about those whose hairs are numbered. Too many times we forget about our brothers and sisters, whether in Peru,or Indonesia, and even back in the States. Especially those who are our neighbors. We forget about them. We forget they struggle, that they have issues, that God is working to have them back. By the time we leave, some of us will forget the people here, what God has done here. We forget, like the priest and the Levite, about the wounded we pass by.

Josh's Good Samaritan impression 
Too often we forget to be the good Samaritan. Too often we pass by those who hurt, who we know are hurting, but we still step over them like that little kitten. But Jesus won't pass by. And I'm glad that we all can find comfort in that.