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June 30, 2009

Monday Prayer - team edition

Being that it is Summer in America - some people find it more convenient to their schedules to come and love and serve and sacrifice and honor some people all the way on the other side of the world (rather then coming in the middle of the year, or during spring break, although sometimes teams come then too). Yay! Yesterday we dropped off one team and today we pick up another. This one will help run a Summer (even though it is Winter here) camp for some fabulous kids in the CSP and then also facilitate a Choose Life Program that will speak to some other kids at various rural schools about making better life choices (mainly about abstinence). So yay them.

Anyways, late last night we received some phone calls and emails that there was some trouble with the flight from Kansas City to DC and one of the team members was sent to the hospital after they landed with much turbulence and anxiety and as of now we believe that she and her mother in law will not be joining us and the rest of the team. We will know more as the day progresses. Please pray for healing and for an assurance as our friend gets to where she needs to be and for assurance for the rest of the team.

This team will be here for 11 days, so please continue to pray for all of us. For safety, wisdom, open hearts, relationships, attitudes, and surrender.

As always, Monday Prayer is an open forum for you to leave your requests and anything else you are thinking about. All are welcome and all will be prayed for.


June 22, 2009

Monday Prayer

Please pray for us, as we would love to pray for you. Please tell us how and all will be covered in love and will be prayed for throughout the week or beyond if need be.

All are welcome here.

Monday prayer

Zambia Peeps

P1090608 P1090559P1090482 Right now we have 3 incredible ladies from the Kansas City area who are here learning about the Soup Club program(s) that Oceans runs because they want to see what they can copy/manipulate/change or keep to see if they can get it to work in Zambia. They have a heart for the people there and want to feed some hungry kids...so we have been P1090599 praying for them for a few months and now they are here to see what its all about. We will spend the P1090583 week showing them as many soup clubs we can (today we showed them 4) and hopefully this time next year they will be feeding 350+ kids in the school they are connected with in Zambia. Yay for people who are changing the world!
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Pictures!

While in the States a few months ago, we had the amazing opportunity to spend time and have a photo shoot with Jackie Cooper and her husband Casey. We had a fabulous time and since we hadn't had our pictures professionally done since our wedding, this was a great situation. Anyways, here are some of my favorites.

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June 21, 2009

Rape

South Africa's Rape Crisis: 1 in 4 Men Say They've Done It


South Africans
received a horrifying measure of just how bad their country's rape crisis is with the release this week of a study in which more than a quarter of men admitted to having raped, and 46% of those said that they had raped more than once.

The study, conducted by South Africa's Medical Research Council, reveals a deeply rooted culture of violence against women, in which men rape in order to feel powerful, and do so with impunity, believing that their superiority entitles them to vent their frustrations on women and children. The men most likely to rape, the researchers found, were not the poorest, but those who had attained some level of education and income. (See pictures of South Africa, Fifteen Years On.)

Researchers interviewed 1,738 men of all race groups, in both urban and rural settings in the Eastern Cape and KwaZulu-Natal, provinces marked by high rates of AIDS and poverty, and the men answered questions about rape and HIV using small handheld computers in order to guarantee anonymity. Of those admitting rape, 73% said that they had committed their first assault before the age of 20. According to the researchers, many of the study's participants appeared to see no problem with what they had done. These findings, says Mbuyiselo Botha, a senior program advisor at Sonke Gender Justice, an advocacy group for abused women, "highlight the lack of remorse among men in our country, and also the attitude that women remain fair game for us." Men, says Botha, "continue to abuse even to the point of getting away with murder."

South Africa has one of the highest incidents of reported rape in the world. The most recent statistics show that 36,190 cases of rape were reported to the police between April and December 2007, though experts believe that number only accounts for one out of nine cases. But the number of rape cases that make it to court - let alone result in a conviction - are far fewer.

Researchers said that many of the perpetrators reported having bullied or been bullied. The study also underscores the huge divide between South Africa's liberal constitution, which enshrines the rights of women and children, and "the realities of a society where poverty, inequality and violence are rife."

Gender advocates say that the 2006 rape trial of prominent politician Jacob Zuma was incredibly damaging to their cause. Zuma, who was elected President this year, was tried and acquitted of raping an HIV-positive family friend. He told the court that the woman had dressed provocatively, in a traditional wrap-around kanga, and that it was against Zulu culture for a man to leave a sexually aroused woman unsatisfied. (See a profile of South African president Jacob Zuma.)

Zuma's plainspoken views as a polygamist and a traditionalist appeal to many men who feel adrift in a society that defines men by the material trappings they attain, says Aernout Zevenbergen, author of Spots of a Leopard, a book on masculinity in Africa that is soon to be released in English. "Rape is a signal of a society that is sick to the core," Zevenbergen says. He points to South Africa's long history of migrant labor, in which men left home to work in the mines, as having broken apart generations of families. This system set the stage, he says, "for an epidemic of young men who, in the absence of positive male role models, are now consumed by a sense of anger and entitlement."

"What we have are the wounds of men creating wounds in women, creating wounds in children," says Zevenbergen. "Who is going to stop the vicious circle?"

June 19, 2009

Mandisa

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The dirt was gritty....like it wasn't dirt at all. More like gravel or the stuff people use to make cement. Today we had the funeral for one of the ladies in the support groups. Her name was Mandisa and I wept. I wept not only for her, but for all of the people we have lost along the way. As I was listening to the women bellow out their beautiful song unto the Lord, I prayed. I prayed for Motherwell, I prayed for the people at the funeral, I prayed for this woman's children and family. I prayed for South Africa. I prayed that AIDS would stop killing everyone. As I was praying it was like everything became silent. Even though I could still hear the ladies sing a-cappella, my ears were quiet. All of a sudden I was super aware of the ladies behind me and of their beautiful flowing skirts and how they were blowing all around me - it was like I was being wrapped up in them. I felt the gravel underneath my feet and in my nose. Everyone was covered in the dust as the wind kept blowing all around us. I saw several men throughout the cemetery digging other graves at different sites. One man was sitting on a mound about 200 feet away. I wondered if he was listening to the song the ladies were singing or to the silence I heard in my ears. Mandisa's little boy managed to scramble away from the woman who was holding him and crawled into his dad's arms. He was about five feet away from me and I thought of widowed fathers all over the world and how alone they must feel and I prayed for support and love. I prayed that this baby would grow up knowing God and that this dad would have wisdom and knowledge to love his children unconditionally. When the funeral was done and they lowered her into the ground, the men picked up the shovels and all began to forcefully push and dump the rocks and gravel on top of the casket. It was abrupt and alarming but somehow beautiful.They were finished in less then 10 minutes. As the ground became level and the headstone was put in place some were still singing, others were leaving, but I just stood there. Where else would I be? This is our home. This is our South Africa.

A day in the life

We get a lot of emails or questions asking us "what is a typical day there like?" I never really know how to answer that because every day is different. Daniel and I are the only Americans on the ground with Oceans of Mercy for the time being (more are planning on coming later this year) but for now, it is just us. So Daniel and I work very hard at stream lining all of Oceans' programs to make them as efficient as possible as not to waste any time. I am a time-waster by nature. If something is shiny or super fun - I like to hang out there and dooble dabble, doing nothing, while Daniel is more of the "come on, we gotta work" type of person. We totally balance one another out. Okay, he balances me out completely and makes total sense out of my nonsensical life. I heart him. But since we get those questions, I will tell you a little bit about my day - yesterday.

So mostly, my "job" here is to oversee the Community Care Workers. Those are the local ladies (Mama's) in the community who freakin rock. For us that means they are taking care of those who can't necessarily take care of themselves or who need some assistance. I train and spend time with them (doing life) so they know what is expected. I train them in HIV/AIDS care. We work together in hospice work for those in the support groups, they oversee the Child Sponsorship Program and look after the community gardens. They are also running the Soup Clubs and look after any children within the soup program that might have a special need. They are basically the protectors of the shacktown and townships because they are the patriarchs. We couldn't do any of our programs without them.

Yesterday I hung out with a couple of the Mama's and spent time visiting with a support group. While there - I did some training on HIV/AIDS and listened to their plans they have on a new garden. We talked about the importance of solid (healthy) relationships and the value of support (what it means to them).  I explained what abstinence was and how it applied to people in Africa. We also discussed the many different "things" people grasp at especially when they think they are sick or near death and how Christ is the only answer for eternal life. I gave a brief testimony as talking through a translator is still very slow going. One lady said she wanted commit her life to Christ so I prayed with her and then prayed for the whole support group as we were leaving.

From there we went to the hospital to visit one of the ladies from the support group (who I am not entirely convinced is HIV positive) but okay, so she has been in this free hospital/clinic for a month now and was diagnosed with having a stroke. They said that she was "not right" in her mind and wasn't able to talk. She was sharing a room with 16 other people and started crying when we got there. She was totally coherent and responded when I talked to her. I know that she wasn't able to speak English back to me, but I know she understood. So I started moving her around and rubbing her body to get some sort of blood flow going. She was wearing an adult diaper (since the nurses/hospital peeps said she was unable to go to the toilet). I asked her if she was able and she nodded yes. So I lifted her bed to have her sit up and told her she had to start moving her body to get her ready to move her back home. I asked her if she had moved from the laying down position since she had arrived and she said "no". So she was very stiff and sore, but she was moving around and we couldn't find anything else wrong with her. I have no idea why she was even brought there, but I am not a doctor and of course none could be found in the clinic.

From there I went to pick up Daniel because he sold the beetle (yay!!). So we are done with that fiasco. And then we finished out the day by buying some stuff we needed for the teams. For the next 5 months we will have American teams back to back...so we started preparing for their arrival; making flier's to hand out to the kids (inviting them to join us for soccer clinics and other fun stuff with the teams), packing, bla bla - just prep work for them coming.

Then we cleaned the house and had a yummy pasta dinner. I didn't manage to take my make-up of before crawling into bed, but I don't think the hott husband or dumb dogs minded much.

June 17, 2009

What does "support" mean to you?

One of the great big things "support" has come to mean to me while living in South Africa is by way of the ladies in the townships. They have come together and started support groups for themselves and also for the family, friends and now children of those living with or being effected by HIV/AIDS. They are some of the most giving, talented, bright, loving, selfless people I have ever met. I am honored every single moment I get to spend with them. They are excited about life and they share it well.

A lady I met in a group last week was sharing her story and said that she found out she was HIV after her husband had died. She received his positive test result in the mail two weeks after he had died in the free clinic. Nobody knew what he had died from at the time of his death, so she went and had her and her daughter tested after the notice in the mail. Both were positive. He was unfaithful and brought this disease into their home. Her daughter passed away a year later. She is now on ARVs and since she is in one of our support groups - she receives daily multi-vitamins and has access to the community garden they have started.

So when I hear "support" the first thing I think of is the support groups. I think of woman (and some men) coming together to make sense of life. I think of a community of people who stand together to make a healthier, better future for their children. I see an amazing group of people trying to survive and making the most out of every single day. I think of people who are united in a cause that absolutely doesn't make sense, but is there none the less. They don't place blame, rather they love with their whole hearts. I think of people who I want to be like and who I try to understand. I hope that when all is said and done I can contribute even a fraction of what they have invested into me.


June 15, 2009

Monday Prayer

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There has been an amazing conversation about prayer this week over at Pete's blog. I don't always understand why God calls us to pray or what I really expect in the "outcome" because I think God is so much more then my mind can comprehend at times but to his question on that post (Does prayer change things?;Why do you pray?; If God has already made up his mind, why even bother?) - I responded with "I pray because communicating with God is what I know. I don’t try to change God’s mind or try to get something out of the deal…I rather try to align my heart and mind to His."

I don't know a whole lot of anything but I do know that when I decided to follow Christ as a thirteen year old girl - I was somehow made aware of the need to communicate to God. I have stumbled and faltered along the way because obviously it isn't an exact science but as I have said a million times before - praying is like breathing to me. I pray as an act of worship.I pray for almost every person I come in contact with - it may just be in a breath or an actual 5, 10, 60  minute prayer for them...whatever is heavy on my heart for that person. I pray through reading the Bible. I pray in submission to God. I pray in frustration at times. I pray in my thoughts and dreams...as sort of a steady stream of ideas and overflow from my heart. I pray love and ask for forgiveness. I pray in silence waiting for His lead. I pray thanksgiving for the tremendous gifts and wonder that He has poured into our lives. I pray for peace and joy. I pray for honor and a gentle spirit, that I would respond with Grace. I pray for strength and endurance. I pray scripture back to God. I pray all day and night when I am awakened. I pray for protection and promptings. I pray for healing for those I know and love. I pray for those I know and don't love. I pray for a broken heart, that it would continue to break for the things that break God's heart. I pray that I would continue to disappear and all that would be left would be the presence of Christ.

I don't think that I have any of the answers or that I am "really close to God" as I struggle and battle every single day to draw close to Him. I so desire my relationship with God to be strong, but I am weak and make stupid and selfish decisions all the freakin time. Maybe you are stronger or better or whatever then me...but I think that we are all the same. We are broken people in need of a Savior. And so I pray.

So if you have anything to add or contribute, please feel free. All are welcomed here. As always, Monday Prayer is an open forum for people to share prayer requests and all will be covered in prayer throughout the week or beyond if need be.

June 14, 2009

I heart my Dad.

Dad and me

I have never been good at being a daughter. I have never been good at being his daughter. Me and him - yeah, we are like total and complete polar opposites, but at the same time - we hold absolute extreme identical personalities. That's probably why we don't get along. But I love my Dad. He is somebody that I respect and look up to. He has led our family of girls and provided for us when so many of my friends growing up had nothing. We never went without. I still struggle with conversation when we are together; I never really know what to say - and at times I allow our past to catch up to us as my selfishness pushes forth...but I love my Dad. I sometimes remember past conversations or think about what I wish I said, but then I remember what he must have gone through as a kid and how he must have struggled with his parents and I have to let it go. Kids and parents; parents and kids...I  don't know why it is so difficult, but I love my Dad. I wish sometimes it could be easier and I wish I was easier to love and I wish that I would have done that or said something else or done whatever it is that he wanted or become who I needed to be but when the day is done and the sun has set, I know he loves me still.

Thanks Dad.