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May
09

Not So little Things

There are some days that just fly by and the activity of the day care goes by practically unnoticed by me as the staff care for the practical in the moment needs and I focus on other activities.  Every day there are many acts of caring lovingly provided for the children and moms – yet the compounding effect goes by without really hitting me.

But then there are days like today when the simple acts that our staff provide on a daily basis and the compounding effects of those simple acts hit me unexpectedly.  I suddenly grapple with how those simple acts truly are having life transforming effects.  They are not necessarily transforming events, but rather a series of small, loving actions that are building on top of each other to make a difference.

Take little Yurdanos.  Six weeks ago we welcomed she and her mom into the project.  She is tiny.  At 13 months old she weighs 6.5 kg (14.3 lbs). She came to us with a nasty eye infection that had developed almost scale like scabbing over her eyes.  She was listless.  Her arm circumference classified her in the Danger category – she was very malnourished.  And, Mom had no food to feed herself or Yurdanos.

Today, I looked over and saw Yurdanos walking across the floor, holding on to…nothing.   Somewhere along the way she had learned to make her tiny little body walk.  She came over beside the gate that separates our office from the dining room and looked at me, full of smiles and full of life.  She’s still got a long way to go, but she is being nourished and prayed for and it literally is changing life for her at a sprinters pace.  Her mom told us last week that simply the fact that both she and Yurdanos can eat today, something they could not do 6 weeks ago, has been a life changer for both of them.   Simple, right?

As I looked at Yurdanos, I caught the eyes of Nardos.  She started to play the peek-a-boo game with me from 25 feet away.  Full of smiles, that shy kind of “I’m hiding from you” spunkiness.  The wild thing is that 8 weeks ago, just after entering the project, Nardos was diagnosed with measles and she was very malnourished.  She was in rough shape and we spent the next 3 weeks dealing with simple infections that any one of us could shake off, but that became potentially life threatening for her.   She was really sick over and over again.  And, in this setting, Measles kills 1 in 10 malnourished children who contract it.  An eradicated disease in the rest of the world that has a devastating effect here.

But today, you would have never known that Nardos was suffering 2 months ago.  Today she is growing and healthy and full of joy and hope.  And, so is her mom.   Her mom knew what was going on when Nardos was sick…and she expressed to our staff that she feels that Nardos would have died if there had not been support in place.  Again…simple.

God was not finished in drawing my attention to what He is doing, however.  I moved my eyes 10 feet and there sat my little friend Nejat.  At least I call her my friend, but she’s still not so sure about me.  Nejat came to us malnourished – mom was doing the best she could, but could only afford to give she and her sister a potato or two to eat every couple of days.   Within a couple of weeks in the project Nejat became super ill.  (I told much of her story in the April newsletter).  Severe dehydration.  Malnutrition.  Diarrhea.  Potential killers.  Fortunately a medical team was with us who could help us plot an intervention for a very sick child.

Some of that intervention involved trying to shove antibiotic into her (which quickly came back out in projectile form),  begging her to eat absolutely anything at all that we could hide antibiotic in – and praying a lot for this little girl.  Her body was fighting against her eating or drinking anything at all – including breastfeeding – but we needed her to have liquids and nourishment if she was ever going to get better.

She slowly started coming along, but every day for a couple of weeks her mom had to sit outside to see if she would calm down enough to tolerate Day Care.   It took a lot of small acts of caring for both Mom as well as Nejat – our staff did amazing.

But, today I looked across the room and saw this little girl sitting among the other children, shoving injera down like a pro.  She looks well.  She is growing.  She is interacting and playing – we’ve even seen her smile.  She is talking.  She is full of life.  Simple.

In every one of these scenarios I began to see the power of a simple act of love that is delivered hundreds of times a day by our staff here.  Whether we are talking care givers or cleaners or cooks or the nurse or the guard or the director or the accountant or the social workers – everyone pitches in to deliver acts of loving presence to these children and moms.  These aren’t heroic, superstar acts of love.  Rather, they are small, simple and imperfect in form and delivery.

However, these small, simple acts of love as they are given day after day have a compounding effect that leads to transformation – both seen and unseen.   These acts of love reflect the ways that God demonstrates His love to us – moment by moment, day after day in consistent form.

A good friend of ours, Jen, whom we’ve had the amazing privilege of spending time again with over this past week, signs each of her emails with the New Living Translation of Romans  12:9 .  “Don’t just pretend to love others. Really love them.”  I like that.  That brand of love has a compounding effect…and today I got to see it in front of my eyes.

O Father, may this center continue to be a place of Your love…simply expressed, but with compounding effects.

 

May
03

A 10 year old Hope Giver

Remember when you were 10 years old?  I do.  Building dams in the stream.  Backyard Football.  Video Games.  Riding my bicycle.   My world revolved around me…myself and I.

I contrast myself to a 10 year old who is focused on seeing changes made for the materially poor living halfway around the globe.   Her name is Riley Dreyfus.  At a young age she gets a core message of The Gospel much better than many of the rest of us.

Riley came to Ethiopia about a year ago with her parents to welcome her younger brother into their family.    Here is Riley telling a bit of her story…

My name is Riley Dreyfus and my parents have adopted from Ethiopia. In July 2011 I had the privilege to go with them on their 2nd trip to Addis Ababa. On this trip we were able to bring my 1 year-old brother Cooper home to the U.S. When I arrived in Ethiopia, I noticed that this place was poverty-stricken. I saw the beggars on the street. I saw the ragged clothes. I saw the barefoot people. I saw the things that many Americans will never be able to see. The result: this 10 year old wanted to change the world. 

So, what do you do when you are confronted by eye-opening levels of material poverty and want to see the world changed for those whom are impoverished?

In Riley’s case she chose to springboard off of this experience into action on behalf of those in need.  She started an organization named Hope for Hearts that has 2 main objectives…

1.  support all types of orphan care and/or prevention

2.  help other organizations and ministries to carry out their work

And Riley is doing just this.   She is putting these words into practice.  Her age doesn’t matter, nor does it hold her back.  Rather, she has jumped out there, risking and advocating on behalf of others.   She is leading the way in what it means to have Jesus put a passion in your heart for others and then to sacrifice to see Him made known.  Her example speaks to youth and adults alike.  It is proof to me that The Holy Spirit doesn’t care whether you are 5 or 105.  He uses those who have submitted and willing hearts to bring change in His way.

Through a Valentine’s Day Card sale, Riley was able to raise $1,550 for Embracing Hope.  WIth that money she now is sponsoring one of the Moms and children in the Project.  Her sacrifice in The US  by making hand made greeting cards (and her parent’s sacrifice in equipping, empowering and serving her in the process…after all that’s a lot of cards to hand make) is now making a difference in seeing hope embraced by a family here – keeping them together and helping them to move forward.

Riley is now doing a cookie sale for our great friends at Bring Love In.   The cookie sales will help to put orphans into forever families here in Ethiopia.   Riley is giving of her time to help raise awareness and money which directly impacts children in need here.  Imagine selling cookies so that a child here can have a family.  That cuts pretty deep into my heart.

Take some time to check out Riley’s website http://hope-for-hearts.org .  She is doing great things in supporting orphan care and prevention.

Read her story. Get involved.  Be inspired.

May
01

Bless 2 Moms this Mother’s Day

Mother’s Day is right around the corner…and what are you going to get Mom this year?

Have we got an idea for you.  This not only gets you off the hook for giving a Mother’s Day gift that is going to be meaningful for Mom, but you also will be blessing a Mom here in Ethiopia all at the same time.  You will be making it possible for a Mom here to continue caring for her child and continuing acting as a mother for her child.

Here’s the deal.  This Mother’s Day consider giving a Family Sponsorship in honor of your mom.  These sponsorships start at $34/month and through them you will be providing tangible love to a single Mom and her child here in Ethiopia.  This sponsorship will provide free day care, job training, micro-enterprise grant, supplemental food, hygiene supplies, education, free health care, clothing and more in a holistic environment.

You’ll be honoring your mom while helping Moms like these:

Aster & her son Yared

Etenesh & her son Eyob

Yeshi Werke and her son Yeabsera

In return, we’ll send your Mom a special email letting her know about the gift that you have given in her honor and also send her a necklace (similar to the ones below) that have been handcrafted from recycled magazines by one of the moms in the project.  (While the necklace won’t quite make it there in time for Mother’s Day, we promise to get it there as soon as we can).

 

We’ll also be keeping your mom  in touch throughout the year about how the family is doing and how she can be praying for the Mom and her child.

To give a sponsorship in honor of your Mom, check out the sponsorship page at www.EmbracingHopeEthiopia.com/sponsorships where you can choose a family to sponsor.  Then drop us an email at sponsorship@EmbracingHopeEthiopia.com and let us know who you’d like a sponsorship in honor of.

Honoring your mom while providing for a mom here…we think its a special gift that your mom is going to be blessed by…while also blessing a mom here in Ethiopia.

Apr
29

Forgetting and Remembering…A short reflection.

I am a forgetful person.

One would think that I would not be.  After all I get to see God move in so many different ways on a daily basis.  Recently I have seen Him bring freedom to moms, give health to children, intervene in hopeless situations,  restore dignity, show His heart to the hurting, and change the heart of a very powerful person.  Powerful stuff.

Yet, the pace of life and ministry, the ups and downs, the disappointments and uncertainties, and adding into the mix my own brokenness and personality bent – leave me at times weary and forgetful.  I am never satisfied and always desiring more.  I’m not big on taking moments to bask in all that God is doing and has done.  I’m impatient.

OK, I’ll say it, I’m a workaholic, recovering Type A (at least I used to be recovering, but now I wonder) that is never satisfied.  (Whew, now I feel much better).

There is an illusion that comes into play in this scenario – that somehow we are out here alone or that we have to make something happen.  It is a lie, an illusion, a faith-buster.

And into the times where there is struggle or opposition,  it can be easy to believe the lie that gets whispered into my ear and deep down into my heart that this is “our cause” or “our mission” as if we own it and need to take ultimate responsibility for outcomes that only God has control over.

It was into one of those spaces that God spoke very clearly to me this morning through a Psalm.  Psalm 140.

“I know that the Lord secures justice for the poor 

and upholds the cause of the needy.”

Perhaps one of my problems is that I don’t rehearse these Psalms over and over again enough as they have been in centuries before.  Perhaps my problem is that at times I start to depend on myself rather than The King and His Cause.

What I need is a knowing like David had – a proclamation kind of being whole-heartedly convinced that says – “I KNOW that THE LORD…secures justice for the poor.”  HE’s the One who does it.  HE upholds the cause of the needy – HE does it.

Even when I have forgotten…and the outlook seems to be moving in a different direction – He has not changed.  He has not forgotten.  He is still securing and upholding – in His timing and in His way.

Now, if I can just remember this, I can partner with Him in what He is doing and see His outcome.  It may be the cure for impatience and faithlessness and despair and my own god-complex.  Maybe it can even heal my workaholic tendencies along the way.

Oh God of the cause of the Poor and Needy…keep reminding me that this is your gig.   This is something you started long before I came into being and that You will continue long after I am gone.  You are The God who is making Your Kingdom here on earth look more like Your Heavenly Kingdom.  You do it…not me.

You do it. I simply get the privilege of participating in what You are doing.  That’s a great deal.

May my forgetfulness turn into remembering of who You are and what You are doing. Every day. Every minute. Every second.

Apr
25

hope restored – a mom’s story

43And a woman was there who had been subject to bleeding for twelve years, but no one could heal her. Luke 8

Many times during the course of talking with people about EHE, the question comes up about how we handle sharing the Good News of Jesus with others in word.   Day after day we get to bring evidence through our actions, however there are those times when the verbal expression needs to be made of all that The Gospel of Jesus means.

However, we are restricted by the law in our ability as an organization from engaging in religious activity.  So, we walk a line of abiding by the law of the land while also being faithful to God.  At times it can be tricky.

But, then there are those times when we just step back and God takes the lead and we get to watch in amazement at what He brings to pass in front of our eyes.

This happened a few weeks ago when we were having a basic health screening for the moms.

One of the moms started to open up and talk about how she has been bleeding for the past 2 years.  Her menstruation returned after having her child, but it has not stopped except for a few days of reprieve here and there.  She is in a desperate situation.

Here, it is not only a matter of bleeding, but with that comes the incapacity to fulfill her religious duties.  As an Orthodox person, she would not be permitted to enter the church while she is menstruating – a law that follows Leviticus 15:25 -

‘When a woman has a discharge of blood for many days at a time other than her monthly period or has a discharge that continues beyond her period, she will be unclean as long as she has the discharge, just as in the days of her period.”

On top of this she had been to three doctors who had told her that her case was hopeless.  There was nothing that could be done for her.   She was facing a future of constant bleeding and being an outsider for the rest of her life – or until the bleeding stopped.

After she was done speaking, I felt Jesus nudge me to share about a different woman from a different time, but in a very similar situation whom He addressed compassionately with an act of mercy and restoration.  A woman who was without hope, who had been bleeding for 12 years, yet whom was not only healed, but restored relationally on that day – to her Creator as well as her community.

So, I shared with her about this woman and about Jesus’ encounter with her, and then we had a couple of minutes to pray for healing for her and we promised to follow up with her.

Within a week or so we referred her to a local hospital full of people whom we trust to receive a checkup.  The Doctor there told her that what she has is very treatable and he put her on medication for the next 3 months and then he will follow up with her.

This time someone could help.  This time it was not a cold shoulder or yet another rejection.  This time was different.

Again, she was full of hope.  And, God had planted seeds about who He is and His gifts of mercy and compassion…even when we have been told over and over again that the case is hopeless.

Please join us in praying for this Mom.  Pray for God’s intervention in her life and that she would encounter Jesus through this, much like that woman without hope from almost 2,000 years ago.

Apr
24

A Glimpse of Heaven

Sunday was one of those times when I got a foretaste of the Kingdom that we look forward to enjoying eternally.  It was so beautiful.

It was Pastor Gary’s last Sunday at International Evangelical Church before he moves back to North Carolina…so a special Sunday was planned.  A Koinonia Sunday – a time to celebrate our oneness in Christ.

It started with the worship team…half Ethiopians and half foreigners.  Our American friend Melissa was leading.  Our Swiss friend Regula was playing the violin.  A Nigerian backup vocalist.  Ahhhh.

But, it got better.  Next was a choir from the French African congregation that also meets at IEC.  Singing praise about the Joy of The Lord.   Imagine having a group of people singing about joy in the midst of suffering, hardship and persecution – being sung by a group of people whom have experienced it – yet find their sole joy and strength in the Lord.  These were not words being sung…these were testimonies being shared.

Then there was a group from the Korean congregation that also meets at IEC.  A group of 15 young people – all of them had to be under the age of 25 – singing praise to God in Korean.  While they were singing, I thought – this is a glimpse of the present force of people sharing Jesus throughout  the world.  South Korean Christians are showing a passion and zeal for missions here in Africa as well as in other parts of the world that is both sacrificial and stunning.  It looks much different than our Western missionary efforts – and they are very effective.  They have responded to The Father’s heart for the nations.   It brought tears to my eyes.

Then there was a group from a predominantly Dutch church about an hour away from Addis.  They drove the hour to show their gratitude to Gary and to be an encouragement to him.   It was great as they shared the richness of an old song I remember singing in a Presbyterian Church growing up.  One of those tried and true songs that brings a richness that is like water to the soul.

Then there was a group of Ethiopian women who sang two very popular church songs in Amharic.  These are people from the congregation here at IEC.  I love the fact that this is not only a “foreign” congregation, but rather it is largely populated by Ethiopians.  A beautiful time singing praises to God in Amharic with a goat skin drum.

But, then it hit me like a wave.  The service was closing and we had one last song – “He reigns.”  Here we were singing

“Its the song of the redeemed rising from the African plain.

Its the song of Asian believers filled with God’s holy fire.

It’s every tribe, every tongue, every nation.

A love song born of a grateful choir.”

  I looked around the room – and there were many tribes, many tongues and many nations…joined together as a grateful choir.  Dozens of countries represented.

Some diplomats…some powerless.  Every shade of color.  Some rich…some poor.  Some from places of great religious freedom…others from the most closed countries in the world.  People that are from countries that are enemies.  Diversity in its finest.  People with great differences of doctrine and race and ethnicity and culture and dress and language.

Yet, all gathered in the commonness of Jesus.  All gathered to bring Him praise and honor and to share what God has placed in them with each other.  All gathered in a bond of love and oneness.

The Father’s heart for the nations being poured out…

It was a slice of heaven.  A glimpse of the fullness of all nations, tribes and tongues gathering in worship at the Throne of the Lamb of God.

O…King Jesus…may You establish more of your Kingdom here on earth.  May there be a Oneness among your very diverse people…just as you prayed for.

Apr
21

Morning Button or Mourning Button…A lesson in Ethiopian Automotive Repair

Those of you whom we have known for awhile know our saga of having our VW van break down, trying to find parts in Ethiopia, eventually finding a good, rebuilt engine in Holland, having it shipped, and now having had it sit in Djibouti for now almost 9 months with practically no hope of it ever making it here.

And, vehicles are expensive here – about 3 – 4 times more than you’d expect to pay for a used car in the US.

So, about 2 months ago we bought a different van.  We bought a 25 year old Toyota Van…that still sets you back about $8,000 here.  Crazy, isn’t it?

Its a great car and parts are available…BUT it does take a bit of time to work the kinks out.

In two weeks time,  the van  had left me stranded 4 times.  One time I had to take 2 taxis across the city to find a tow truck after having 8 guys push the van up our hill so that I could coast down and try to roll start it by popping the clutch to no avail.  Another time it left me stuck for 3 hours in a parking lot, then it eventually started on its own.  Yet another time it left me stranded for 4 hours in the parking lot of the DMV office, with the guard continually reminding me that they were closing while I waited for 3 hours for our mechanic to show up.   Crazy.  Frustrating.  Depressing.  Yes to all 3.

After the last episode the van finally started (after 4 hours of trying) and I drove it to the garage.  The next day I went to check in on it and the mechanic told me to come back in 6 hours and he would have it fixed.   I asked him what he was going to be fixing – ignition?  starter?  battery? fuel pump?  injectors?   All he could say was, “I am going to install a button called a morning button.  Trust me, its going to work.”

I wondered how that button was to be labeled?  Is it Morning – like press it in the morning…OR  is it Mourning – as in my state of mind every time the van wouldn’t start and I had to sit for hours.  Was he just giving me something to fixate my frustration on?

I was wondering if maybe he was just installing a self-destruct button.   There were moments where that would have given me incredible joy.

So, I trusted him (sort of) and returned in 6 hours to find an electrician working on the van…installing a button.  Yes, a morning button.  Now there was a new button on my dash with a visible wire running to somewhere in the engine compartment.  Again, the mechanic said, “Trust me.  Its going to work.  Just press this button in the morning or after the van has sat for hours…and its going to start.”

He then sent me on my way, saying “Don’t worry about paying me today, just pay next time.”  The skeptical side of me wondered, “Does he think I’ll have to come back soon?   He really didn’t fix it, did he?”

Still skeptical I called my friend Levi.  He had never heard of a morning button either.  We were actually taking bets on whether the button and wire actually led to anywhere.

Well, I am pleased to say that I was wrong.  The Morning button has relieved my Mourning entirely as the van now starts every time.  It has been well over a week since I have been stranded…and am no longer wincing at the thought of driving somewhere wondering if I am going to be stuck for the better part of a day.

Yes, I now call the morning button “The happy button.”  Or maybe I should rename it the “Dancing button…as my mourning has been turned into dancing.”

All because of a mechanic who knew much more about how to fix cars with limited resources and whom I just need to trust…a bit.

Plus, now I have this really cool button on my dash that makes for a great conversation piece.

Jerry

P.S.  In case you are wondering…it took me almost 2 weeks to find out what the mechanic actually did.  Here is the non-technical explanation.  There is a sort of switch in the fuel injection system that controls how much gas flows in.  When it is cold it puts a lot in there, but when its hot it puts just a bit to keep the engine from flooding.  Because this switch was not working properly, it was causing the engine to flood.  Now, part of that system is disabled, so the morning button helps pump more fuel in there when the engine is cold.  It’s handy and ingenious :)

Apr
17

What Would you pray for if you were materially poor? What Moms ask for…

What do you pray for?

Now, imagine for a minute that you are materially poor.

Really poor.  

Like, making less than $25 per month poor, of which your rent costs you $12 per month, poor.

What if you were husbandless poor?  Living in a mud shack poor?  Without a social safety net poor?  Totally illiterate poor? At the bottom of the ladder poor?

Would poverty of that level change the way you pray?  Do you think you would pray for the essentials…or would you pray for more, much more?

I am currently writing Family updates for the families in the project, so the staff got a chance to ask them how they would like others to be praying for them…

And let me tell you…

I am blown away by their prayer requests…

Here is what these moms ask for prayer for…

  1. Pray for my child’s health ( a prayer shared by many of the moms.)
  2. Pray for my health.  (Some even added because I need my health to keep working so that I can keep providing).
  3. Pray for our country’s economic crisis and our area’s economy.
  4. Pray for my eyes…that they might be healed, so that I can work.
  5. Pray that I can find permanent work when my daily labor job (that pays $1.75 US per day) finishes soon.
  6. Pray for peace in my family.
  7. Pray that I would have a house to live in.
  8. Pray that God would give me my basic needs.
  9. Pray for me as I return to Jesus.

Suddenly my prayers seem so very shallow.  Maybe yours, too?

There’s something about living in the mode that Jesus presents in the Lord’s Prayer of “Give us today our daily bread” that makes much more sense when that’s what you need – today’s bread, today.

There’s something about poverty that makes these women incredibly rich and amazingly wise.  Their prayers aren’t for riches or the lottery or success or power or fame or comfort.

In their poverty…they are rich.

They know what’s really important to ask for…  Much more than I do in my shallow prayers of wanting more and more.

As I was typing this, a song by Shaun Groves (which echoes the words of Proverbs 30 written by a mostly unknown guy named Agur) popped up in my playlist….

Maybe his prayer is a good place for me to start…

Please don’t give to me, wealth or poverty.

But God I ask only for enough.

Oh, Enough.  God, only just enough.  

Enough, Oh Enough.  God only, just enough.

So be it.  Amen.

Apr
11

The Really Really Great Side…Tigist

Last week I wrote about when things don’t work out the way we had hoped here on the ground.   It is the complexity of poverty – there are always  unseen and unknown forces that our enemy puts in place to perpetuate an ongoing destructive cycle.

This week I am writing about the opposite.  This week I share with you one story (out of many) where we see progress being made and the shackles coming off.

Before I share this story with you, I think it is important for us to remember that this is what real life looks like for us in a real world.  As Jesus’ followers we experience both  the darkness and despair of Good Friday and the joy and victory of Easter Sunday…sometimes only seconds apart from each other.   We are living in that place of knowing that the pain and suffering around us is real, but at the same time there is more to the story.     Daily in action we are proclaiming the truth of Ephesians 1 -

               “ That power is the same as the mighty strength 20 he exerted when he raised Christ from the dead and seated him at his                          right hand in the heavenly realms,  far above all rule and authority, power and dominion, and every name that is                                     invoked, not only in the present age but also in the one to come.“

while we also experience the effects of a broken humanity and creation that continues to groan as in the pains of childbirth (Romans 8).  There is pain…and there is Hope.

Now, to this story of hope…

Meet my friend, Tigist.  Tigist is 4 years old and she came to the project about 9 months ago.  To say that she was scared to death would be an understatement.     In coming to the project, She had been spending her days begging along the road with her mom.  Along with the begging, came “the look.”  “The look” was the inability for Tigist to look someone in the eyes without turning on a sad, puppy dog look.  It was an involuntary reaction she had learned somewhere along the way when she was begging.  Let’s face it, the more desperate you look, then the more likely someone is to throw some spare change your way.   Underneath, it was more than “the look,” but rather it was a little girl and her mom losing their dignity…one day at a time.

Tigist’s mom trusted our staff a lot.  She really had no reason to…she just did.   She was going to have to leave the life she knew behind.  She was going to be leaving her daughter, whom she had never been separate from, with total strangers – and some of them were foreigners at that.  It had the potential for trauma for both mom and child.

To look at my friend Tigist today, you’d have no idea that this was her story.  She is fairly confident.  She’s not afraid to look you in the eye.  And, she is leading her class.  She stands in front of the Preschool class on most days and leads them in reciting their English Alphabet.   She knows it by heart…she is sharp and she is growing.

Bottom lining it, my belief is that God is doing a work in Tigist’s life from the inside out.  He is working in her heart and bringing changes inside of her that have outward expressions.   Every time I look at her, or she gives me five, it makes me smile to think of all that God is doing in her.

What has made the difference for Tigist and her mom?   I think there have been many events that God has been using sovereignly to bring it  together for this little girl.  May God be praised.  Here are some:

  1. Tigist is no longer spending her days unknowingly having her dignity robbed as she sat and begged.
  2. Tigist is now surrounded by loving care givers who give her attention and call her out as a human being – not viewing her as disposable.
  3. Tigist is now getting nutrition.  While she is still small for her age, at least now she is eating and her body is getting what it needs.  Her whole person is becoming more and more healthy.
  4. Tigist’s mom is no longer begging, either.  She is now working and is contributing her part to society – something that we were created to do as people made in God’s image.  There is a healing in that.
  5. Tigist’s mom now has supports around her.  There are other moms around her now as well as some physical help from the project which make life a bit more doable than what it used to be.
  6. Tigist is surrounded by other children who help her to develop both as a leader and as a follower.  We are made to be social beings…and she is experiencing it.
  7. Tigist and her mom have sponsors as well as a staff of people who pray for them – pray for God’s intervention in their lives daily.  And, they are surrounded by a staff of people who try their best to demonstrate in deed as well as share in word about Jesus, the Ruler, the King, the Lover, the Savior and Healer of all.For Tigist and her mom, The King and His Kingdom are breaking into the here and now.  I’m not sure that’s how they would express it yet, but from the outside looking in it is easy to see.   God has His fingerprints all over their lives.  And, God has used His people in this process.As I look to the future, I dream about all the potential that this little girl and her mom have in them.   God has protected and preserved them on so many fronts….and He continues to do great work in them.

    I also dream about the others in the project – especially those who recently registered in the project.   I wonder what God has in store for them as He starts to call them into His Kingdom.  I wonder what He has in store for us as we get the privilege of partnering with Him in this journey of seeing moms and kiddos loved in Jesus’ name.

    If you, or someone you know, would be willing to play a part and partner with one or more of these new families -  Yared & Aster, Hanna & Yetayesh, Bereket & Tigist, Selam & Melash, Adonyes & Kasanesh, Wassihun & Birtukan, Betanya & Yerusalem, Yurdanos & Serikalem, Blane & Alemnesh, Semira & Merama, Nejat & Merama, Yeob & Etenesh, Yetbaruk & Silenat, Yurdanos & Yeshi, Betlehem & Etenesh, Abiguya & Gudaye – please let us know by dropping us an email at info@EmbracingHopeEthiopia.com .  You can view their profiles at www.EmbracingHopeEthiopia.com .

Apr
06

A Reflection for Good Friday

While I wrote this reflection in the first person earlier in Lent, it seemed most appropriate to post on Good Friday.

Am I looking to gain something or am I looking to die?  Am I looking for the security of this place I call my temporary home or am I living with a homesick sort of faith that will only be satisfied by His Kingdom coming in greater fullness?  Am I living as a stranger and foreigner in this land…or am I somehow a citizen here that is somewhat satisfied by what I find?  True life will only be experienced by me once my desires, my wishes, my wants, my brokenness has finally been put to death.  Now, I know that I will have to wait until I come into Jesus’ Presence for this to be fully so, but I want more of it now.

I don’t want to wait for a fuller life – His Life being lived through me.  I also don’t want to fake it as if by claiming His victory while still living however I please is truly embracing a full life.   No, the way forward is the way of the cross, the way of obedience, the way of sacrifice, the way of death.   For generations our spiritual fathers and mothers have known that.  For generations they have pointed the way forward.  It is just now that I have too much stuff and too many comforts and too many distractions and too much leisure to truly walk that same path that they had worn through the wilderness of life.  The path has become overgrown and overcome by the briers and thorns that so easily snag me because of comfort and materialism and consumerism and excess.  I now struggle to walk the path of simplicity and poverty and sacrifice.  I struggle to see my way.

I have replaced the well worn path with choices to walk on the sidewalk of a new kind of belief that tells me that Jesus only wants the best of the best for me  - so no more suffering, no more pain, nice clothes, nice car, nice home, nice family, nice everything – only excess does He wish to lavish on me.  I now am surrounded by voices that tell me that “God” wants to give me bigger and better things, a better kind of job and a larger house and better entertainment.  Will I have enough to afford all of my desires and take a vacation on top of it? I find it interesting how often “God’s” voice sounds like my desires for comfort.  Could it be that this theology not only describes the name it and claim it preachers, but that it also has become a part of what it means to be a well off, privileged Evangelical believer?

It is a theology that seeps in there and makes me feel strangely comfortable.   And, what do I do with this nagging voice inside of me that continues to consider, “Is this really what its all about?”  What will I do with that burning in the depths of my heart that knows Jesus is calling me to focus more of my attention to the poor and the vulnerable YET it would cost me so greatly to throw more than scraps their way.  It might mean a radical lifestyle shift.  It might mean living in an upside down kind of way.  What would the neighbors think, after all?  What if they mock me like they did Noah as he lost his mind and started building an ark in his front yard?

All the while the path continues to grow over and the sidewalk becomes an easy place to walk – I now even feel entitled to walk there.  I am no longer a servant, but am becoming a master of sorts.   As I walk the sidewalk I talk about my rights and what I deserve and I come close to making demands of God in my words and my attitude…is this really the path that Jesus blazed in obedience unto death and that generations of saints have continued to walk before my time?

The path calls to me.  The path that leads to both death and life all at the same time.  The path of difficulty and trial and pain…and discipleship. The path that leads to the cross…and resurrection.  O God help me to choose that path.

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