STANDING WITH HOPE

PROSTHETICS as evangelical outreach

By Parker Rosenberger

Photo By Patrick McLendon

In 1990, the United States passed a comprehensive bill aimed at assisting Americans with disabilities to live easily in our society. This bill is known as the “Americans with Disabilities Act” (ADA). It appears inconsistent and paradoxical that the United States, one of the most advanced civilizations the world has ever known, created jet engines, put a man on the moon, transplanted hearts and created a vaccine for polio before making sweeping reforms on behalf of millions of its citizens living with disabilities. Satellites beamed television signals around the world before many Americans in wheelchairs could safely cross the streets of their hometowns.

If America took so long to value citizens with disabilities, imagine the plight of individuals with disabilities living in developing countries. While Americans squabble over comprehensive healthcare reform that will offer more of the best medicine in the world, convicted US felons receive better treatment than most citizens in developing countries. Otherwise healthy individuals in these countries have their limbs amputated for simple injuries such as insect bites or broken bones. A 15-year-old boy with an amputated leg finds school nearly impossible to attend. Public transportation is certainly not accessible to someone on crutches, so the boy is left to fend for himself. Imagine the difficulty he faces just to survive in a community with no automatic doors, no sidewalks and no wheelchairs.

Numerous charity organizations help address this problem by providing wheelchairs, crutches and walkers to people in need of them. These devices are helpful but very limited in functionality for amputees. Suppose for a moment, however, that a better answer is available to address the needs of amputees. Suppose that the young boy mentioned earlier and others like him can be provided with the means and equipment to walk, run, attend school, work and lead a normal life. What would that solution look like?

Standing With Hope, Inc. is an evangelical outreach that provides prosthetics for amputees in developing nations. Standing With Hope trains and equips workers in targeted countries to build and maintain high quality artificial limbs in a low-tech environment. Developing countries have limited access to quality artificial limbs and ongoing treatment for large amputee populations. In the United States, there are 3,000 new amputees every week. In a developing country, amputation is often the first medical procedure prescribed for a limb that could be saved.

In James 2:15 Christians are urged, “Suppose a brother or sister is without clothes and daily food. If one of you says to him, ‘Go, I wish you well; keep warm and well fed,’ but does nothing about his physical needs, what good is it?”

In 1995, founder Gracie Rosenberger watched a documentary about Princess Diana and her work helping landmine victims in Southeast Asia obtain prosthetic limbs. The pictures on the screen moved Gracie so much that she decided to make it her life’s mission to address the needs of amputees in developing countries. This noble endeavor was even more special due to Gracie’s own medical condition. When Gracie watched the documentary of Princess Diana, she lay recovering in a hospital bed three days after relinquishing her left leg to the surgeon’s knife. She had fought many years to save it following injuries from a car accident. As painful as this decision was for her, it was not a new experience. Four years earlier she had surrendered her right leg for the same reasons. 

Gracie Rosenberger is my mother.

From my mother’s own experiences as a double amputee, she and my father Peter desired to share with others the same hope that sustains them, so they founded Standing With Hope. The emphasis is to train and develop a local infrastructure in order to care for the patient and for life. Prosthetic limbs need adjustments and possibly replacement in long term use, so patients need access to ongoing treatment or they will revert back to a lifestyle without a limb. 

My parents took a step of faith and launched Standing With Hope in Ghana, West Africa. Working with the government of Ghana at their National Prosthetic and Orthotics Center, Standing With Hope has taken them from carving wooden legs that took nearly three weeks to make, to producing long-lasting endo-skeletal legs of high quality in less than six hours. 

Through Standing With Hope, I have had the opportunity to serve others in an incredibly unique way. I have witnessed firsthand the dramatic solution that this organization provides.  I traveled to Tunisia to determine if Standing With Hope could begin reaching out to North Africa. I found a country in desperate need of a better healthcare system and a better process for amputees to receive artificial limbs.  While in Tunisia, I met with a Muslim man whose wife lost her legs due to an accident in which a truck slammed into the side of their house. Her legs were severed in a way that made it extremely difficult to fit a prosthetic leg. The man continued to describe to me how the healthcare system only helps those in need if they have money.  “If you have the money, you can get the leg. If not, then no,” he said to me in Arabic. Our religious differences were cast aside. Despite the fact that I was a Christian, the man told me, “You are like a son to me. You understand what I have been through, and this makes you like my son.” 

At that moment, I decided to major in international relations.

Our medical outreach ministry succeeds where other forms of diplomacy are jeopardized due to economic, religious and cultural differences. Access to quality prosthetics is a concern that affects every country in the world.  When we as Christians lead the way on an initiative like this, it provides a greater platform to share the message of salvation through Jesus Christ. 

Our ministry strives to train local workers to treat large numbers of patients. The US Ambassador to Ghana, Pamela Bridgewater, evaluated our work during one of our visits. “You are empowering these people to care for their own,” she concluded.  

Standing With Hope is currently looking to venture into North Africa, the Ukraine and possibly China. Christians have the opportunity to lead the way to help the disabled worldwide.  My mother trusted God with her loss and pain.  She has taught me to do the same. There is always a greater plan that we can’t see, but if we listen closely and hold firmly to the cross, we will also be Standing With Hope.

Further Reading: 

www.standingwithhope.com

www.state.gov/r/us/77295.htm

www.projecthope.org/

PRO MOJER

WOMEN of Bolivia 

by Jesse Walsh

Photo by Patrick McLendon

Abused, speechless, invisible, and powerless- this is how the women of Bolivia live their lives.

In recent years, the media has been flooded with heartbreaking stories disclosing the controversial and seemingly barbaric cultural customs regarding females in the Middle East. While the world fixes its pitiful eyes towards women sheltered by an excess of clothing, it often lies ignorant to the numerous other cultures in which women endure a life of submission and hopelessness. Bolivia, like many other South American countries, maintains an extremely masculine society. In their minds, women exist solely to procreate, domesticate and to ensure that home life is sustained. But in reality, women are the backbone of the society. They are the ones who spend time with the children, raise them, clothe them, feed them and educate them; nearly 100 percent of child rearing in the Latin American world is done by females. However, despite their paramount societal role, a majority of Bolivian women are disregarded, mistreated, and underutilized.

 

Located in the heart of South America, the landlocked country of Bolivia is among the hemisphere’s poorest. In fact, with over 60 percent of the population living under the poverty line, Bolivia is South America’s poorest and least developed country. With knowledge of Bolivia’s pressing economic status and adverse treatment of women, the region becomes a breeding ground for numerous non-profit organizations and aid groups. One organization, PRO MUJER, is specifically notable for its efforts in addressing these problems. PRO MUJER, meaning “for women” or “pro women,” is an international non-profit micro-financing and women’s development institution. Founded in 1990, PRO MUJER has spent the last 18 years hard at work to improve living conditions for women in Bolivia and all across Latin America. Not only do they provide invaluable support for impoverished women, but they also are doing so in a revolutionary manner. The age-old establishment of charity, while respectable and decorous, has shown little long-lasting results in the fight to end poverty. These women need more than a yearly donation or a hand-me-down sweater; they need sustainability. They need the power to elect change in their own lives. The very idea of sustainability and empowerment is the driving purpose of micro-financing. Micro-financing organizations, like PRO MUJER, provide women with monetary loans so that they might start their own small businesses. In addition to the loans, many programs often provide business development training and health services to create well-informed, healthy business women. The profits from their businesses supply a continuous flow of resources to the women, their families, and the surrounding community. The remarkable sustainability of micro financing institutions has slowly begun to lift women, children and families from around the world out of lives of great poverty and despair.

 

In a culture where women are given little opportunity to improve their conditions and impact their futures, PRO MUJER and micro-financing institutions alike step in and give women hope. This program’s meaning far exceeds a few borrowed dollars. Its innovation represents empowerment, quality of life and self-worth. For many, this can be the distinction between life and death.

 

For more information:

www.promujer.com

www.grameen-info.org

The End of Poverty by Jeffery D. Sachs

MONKS, BIRDS AND MOUNT SKELLIG

WIND on the steps 

By Dr. Dennis Sansom

In April 2007, I returned to the tip of the Ring of Kerry, one of the four peninsulas in Southwest Ireland, to try again to visit Saint Michael’s Island. In June 2000, I had arrived at the docks too late to make the boat trip. This time, although the day was bright and clear, the wind blew strongly from the east. The waves were crashing on the only place to dock the boat; we drove around the two islands but never landed.           

The Skellig Islands are rugged, seemingly uninhabitable crags dramatically lunging up from the Atlantic Ocean. The larger island is called Saint Michael, and the other is appropriately named Small Skellig. The winds and waves beat on them year round, making them inhospitable to most.            

However, Benedictine monks lived on Saint Michael from the beginning of the 6^th century to the end of the 12^th. They built steps (600 all together), beehive huts, stone oratories and chapels, and buried their dead across the island’s 18 hectares. Vikings raided them five times for what little they had. Not much is known about the monks, but they survived the elements and raids, until finally they abandoned the island and joined the monastery in Ballingskellig about 20 miles away. Since then, it has become a pilgrimage site.           

The monks did not live alone on the islands.  Eleven kinds of migratory birds also make them their home. Twenty-three thousand nesting pairs of Gannetts with a six feet wingspan come from Africa to lay eggs on Small Skellig.  The adorable, small puffins arrive mid-Spring from the North Atlantic, have their families, and leave in late summer.  The noisy and cantankerous Kittiwakes arrive and leave about the same time.  All year, birds come and go.  The monks’ lives rotated around them, eating their eggs and harvesting their feathers for sale inland.  Some of the birds arrived about the time of Lent, others Easter, and still the late ones flew in during Advent.  Like clockwork, the seasons, the birds, and the holy days occurred together.             

We do not know who first called the big island Saint Michael, but it’s appropriately named.  The angel Michael is mentioned twice in scripture, Daniel 10 and Revelation 12, and has two main responsibilities: to kill the dragon and usher souls up to heaven.  The monk’s experience on Skellig would have seemed like both.           

It must have felt like fighting a dragon to be so exposed to the bitter cold and harsh winds.  For months, no one could leave or land on the island.  The dark winter must have been especially hard. But the monks fought their dragons (both the elements and the inward ones) and experienced a harmony and wonder not many people know.  

As Benedictines, they daily prayed the hours (five to eight different times during the day), chanted the Psalms throughout the week, and celebrated communion mornings and evenings.  They observed the holy calendar, recalling the life of Christ and the birthdays of the saints.  In their lives, the migratory birds and the Bible, nature and spirit, body and soul, creation and Creator merge into a heaven-like experience.           

I suspect on clear, cold nights when they would look up into the sky and see the countless stars, with the lingering tastes of communion and the sounds of the Kittiwakes in their ears, they must have thought they were being ushered upward.           

I hope to go to Saint Michael Skellig again, and this time walk up its steep steps, feel the wind in my face, look out across the vast ocean, hear and see the wondrous birds, imagine the monk’s chants, and feel Saint Michael do his work.    

 

Discussion Questions:

- Why should we allow only work and trendy/consumeristic culture determine the important places for us to experience?

 - Have you ever been on a pilgrimage to an important Christian site, and if not, why not?

 - Do you think St. Francis of Assisi was right or crazy when he prayed for the birds and called the Sun his brother and the Moon his sister?

 

Further Reading Suggestions:

Celtic Spirituality: Classics of Western Spirituality by Oliver Davies


The Skellig Story: Ancient Monastic Outpost by Des Lavelle

DEFENDING A SPACE

PROMOTING conversation over controversy

By Brittany Thompson

Photo by Patrick McLendon

While many Christians spend years developing their evangelism skills, Jim Henderson has devoted himself to perfecting the art of listening. 

This practice has become the framework of a journey in which Henderson has re-examined traditional approaches to evangelism, featured non-believers at a conference for pastors, co-founded a non-profit, purchased a soul on e-bay and written two books. The nonprofit, “Off the Map,” promotes what its supporters call “doable evangelism,” urging followers of Christ to “notice and serve others in non-dramatic, ordinary ways.” For Henderson, this means communicating openly with people of other faiths or no faith at all. 

“I value the opinions of people who have no beliefs,” Henderson said, “and I embrace them to comment on the Church.” Rather than defend the Church from its harshest critics, Henderson pursues friendships with the people who disapprove, and he protects the open exchange of ideas he shares with them. This is what he calls “defending the space.” 

“When a Christian listens,” Henderson emphasized, “[others] will let down their defenses, give you the benefit of the doubt and treat you respectfully. I mean, when you sit with people and they trust themselves to you and they open up and are vulnerable, that’s a sacred moment. You don’t want to mess with that. You just sit there and try to not mess it up.” 

“Defending the space” essentially means guarding a relationship with someone of a different faith more adamantly than guarding the Church or God or the faith itself. 

Henderson’s first book, Evangelism Without Additives, explores the question, “What If Sharing Your Faith Meant Just Being Yourself?” In his second book, Jim and Casper Go to Church, Henderson calls Christians to move from “apologetics to apology, talking to listening, strength to weakness, beliefs to spirituality, debate to dialogue and manipulation to intentionality.” 

“We think we should be defending the faith because we’re in the beliefs business,” he explained, “but one of the main skills of defending the space is not to talk. The skill is learning how to say something like, ‘Tell me more.’” 

Henderson spent 25 years as a pastor drawing from the ever-changing trends in an effort to attract who he calls “outsiders,” or “the people Jesus misses most” to his Church. Feeling like a failure when seats remained vacant, he turned to marketing books to study what the business world had to say about reaching an audience. To further his research, Henderson began paying “unchurched” people $25 to come to a church service and fill out a survey. While he said he wasn’t shocked by the answers he received from his survey, he found that the participants were surprised Christians were listening to them. 

“That was sort of moving and informative,” Henderson remembered. “In warfare, they say the way you overcome enemies is by surprising and mystifying people. One of the ways you surprise people in the business we’re in is by asking their opinion.” 

Hearing from people outside the Church was an early step in the process that has solidified Henderson’s belief that Christians should spend less time and energy defending their faith. During a series of job transitions, Henderson resigned from his pastoral position to go back to contracting, but he was soon hired by a large church to direct evangelism. In this position, he continued his research, hosting a conference called “Evangelism Off the Map,” in which he paid three nonbelievers to speak candidly to 500 pastors about their true feelings toward the Church. The pastors responded with overwhelming approval, and Off the Map began.

Henderson soon heard about a graduate student, Hemant Mehta, who was selling his “atheistic attention” on e-bay in an attempt to show his willingness to go to church and hear from Christians. Off the Map won the bid at $504. Rather than use the opportunity to coerce Hemant to convert, however, Off the Map asked him to visit 12 churches and keep a blog about his experiences at each. The blog scored an astounding readership (more than 50,000) and landed a front-page article on the Wall Street Journal. 

It was this honest dialogue and Henderson’s resulting friendship with Hemant that led Off the Map to seek out an atheist to co-author a book with Henderson. This was the premise of his second book, Jim and Casper Go to Church. Though you have to read the whole book to take in the scope of its purpose, even its basic idea is entirely unlike anything recently written. In it, Henderson narrates his travels from house churches to well-known megachurches with Matt Casper, an astute atheist with a good sense of humor who gives his profound, honest and often blunt thoughts about each church they visit. 

Nearly two years after the publication of this book, Henderson and Off the Map are still examining the way the Church does evangelism, and they continue to host forums and conferences and hear from “outsiders.” 

“We don’t need consultants; we need insultants,” Henderson said. “We don’t like being insulted, yet Jesus was ridiculed, hung on a cross, and nobody really got him. We don’t want that for ourselves.” He compared this period in Church history to the shifting of tectonic plates.

“When earthquakes happen, it seems sudden, but it’s not,” he said. “There has been something building up to this.” He went on to explained that Church as people today know it has been passed down through time. 

“We’ve been handed on a style that maybe worked in the past, but it’s not workable now, and so we need to change,” he said. He added that Christianity, like other world religions, organizes itself around a set of beliefs. “This is characterized in what we think of as the sinner’s prayer, where the way you become a Christian is that you pray a prayer and then you’re going to go to Heaven and you aren’t going to go to Hell,” he said. “We’ve reduced it down to punching in a ticket punch.” To counter this clock-in, clock-out view of Church, Off the Map listens to outside opinions, sharing truth but keeping dialogue open. 

“We began practicing to notice people, putting a hand on people’s backs and asking them how they’re doing and then listening,” Henderson said. “We bring to Christians the feedback and the experience of outsiders and have them talk to us first hand.” What about those who still feel uncomfortable listening when they believe they have the truth? 

“Dietrich Bonhoeffer said, ‘The church is only the Church when it exists for others,’” Henderson shared. “If I were going to learn how to defend the space, the first thing I’d do is start to reread the Gospels. I would start talking to outsiders about what they think of me and my religion and my people and my beliefs and my practices. And I’d let them talk and I’d practice listening.” For more information about Off the Map or to hear podcasts, visit www.offthemap.com.

Discussion Questions:

- Why do you think Christians are afraid to simply listen? 


- Do you feel pressure to defend faith rather than have open dialogue?

- What can you do to defend the space in your own life?

- What parts of Jim Henderson's position make you uncomfortable? Why?

 

Further Reading:

Jim and Casper Go to Church by Jim Henderson and Matt Casper

Evangelism Without Additives by Jim Henderson

The Fall of the Evangelical Nation by Christine Wicker

The Myth of a Christian Nation by Gregory A. Boyd

CARE TO BE COOL

WHAT one organization is doing to help care     

by Mandy Hewitt

Who really cares about social issues and helping other people, fighting for a cause, or getting up off the couch for something other than a second glass of tea? Sam Davidson and the people at CoolPeopleCare Incorporated believe that cool people do, and who doesn’t want to be cool?       

It was at a Washington, D.C. rally when Sam Davidson, president and co-founder of CoolPeopleCare and a Samford alum, first saw the words, “cool people care.” 

“I thought it was a brilliant message that the world needed to hear. After a few conversations, a friend (who had a design and marketing background) and I decided to provide the resource that is known today as CoolPeopleCare.org,” Davidson said. And so began the venue aimed at doing exactly what it claims: to help people care.           

After you find something to care about, what’s the next step? How do we put our passions into action? These are the questions CoolPeopleCare seeks to answer. “After looking around, we found a lack of resources for those of us who wanted to make a difference,” Davidson said. “We want to be an online resource that is getting more and more people involved in the world of social change, many for the first time. We want to bring people into the social change conversation, on their terms, so that they see the impact of their small and dedicated actions. Then, they’ll be more likely to give more and take those bigger, more meaningful, steps.” Therefore, Davidson said, “CoolPeopleCare is simply a resource for people who want to live a more caring lifestyle. To that end, we offer content and products on our Web site that make that easier.”

CoolPeopleCare.org is an excellent resource for getting involved in the community. The site includes everything from a listing of volunteer opportunities in 44 major U.S. cities—which Davidson says is in the process of growing—to simple suggestions of how you can make a difference in your hometown. Through thought-provoking articles, an online store and helpful Web links, CoolPeoleCare.org zeroes in on making service opportunities accessible to anyone who wants to make a difference. 

“To me,” says Davidson, “making a difference can’t be a one-time event. It’s a way of life and we’ve got to incorporate that better.” CoolPeopleCare truly looks to encourage people to make the small changes that will have enormous impacts. Davidson recently co-authored a book called New Day Revolution with Stephen Moseley, the other co-founder of CoolPeopleCare, Inc. The book is aimed at a similar goal as the Web site: giving easy tips to make people who care aware of day-to-day opportunities. 

“I think the next generation has the inspiration and drive to change the world like never before,” Davidson said.  “They’re just looking for the ‘how.’ We think we can provide that ‘how’ like never before to more and more people.” 

Because college students are a part of that generation, he offers them a few words of advice:

1. Learn what you like. Chances are, that major won’t land you your first job. So study what you like. Make sure you learn how to read and write well, as those skills are in demand and employable anywhere. Take as many classes outside of your major as possible.

2. Life is more than the classes you take. Leave campus. Explore Birmingham. Visit a different part of town. Play an intramural. Experience these four years – don’t just make it through them.  

3. Dream big. No matter how old you are or where you come from, the need for big dreamers will continue to grow. If you’ve got a vision for something truly great, begin putting it into action.           

CoolPeopleCare, Inc. is redefining what it means to be cool. “If we could get the message out that ‘cool’ isn’t defined by the car you drive, the soft drink you choose or the shirt you wear, but rather by the ways in which you care, we could change the world by mobilizing new and more people for community change,” Davidson said. So what do you care about? Do you care? Sam Davidson, Stephen Moseley and CoolPeopleCare, Inc. care about getting people to care. After all, caring is cool.

Discussion Questions:

-       Have you ever wanted to help but didn't know where to start?

-       What are your passions for others and are you doing anything about it?

-       What keeps you from acting on your passions?

-       Why do you think we hesitate to do what we know is right?

Suggestions for Further Reading:

coolpeoplecare.org

newdayrevolution.com

gabedixonband.com

New Day Revolution by Stephen Moseley and Sam Davidson

LISTENING TO THE MUSIC

EXPLORING the music of Sufjan Stevens
by Colin Camacho

Photo by Daniel Ruck

Music, like film or other forms of art, is a beautiful medium to communicate emotions, questions, doubts, or even to critique public and personal issues. Music is a language that people are speaking, and it’s everywhere. As both a Christian and a lover of music, I enjoy digging deeper into lyrics and trying to understand what artists are really trying to say through their music. It is clear that the human condition is a central topic, no matter the genre, but lately I have wondered about the spiritual climate of other listeners. Unfortunately it is evident that we as Christians tend to over-spiritualize things a bit much, so in order to be relevant and truly embrace how popular culture views these lyrics, I wanted to see how other listeners, perhaps non-Christians, interpret the very same songs.

Consider Sufjan Stevens. Stevens, who does not fall under the Christian genre per se, addresses many prevalent topics of faith in his art. His ideas explore various heart issues, and his questions embrace the culture around him, making him an important figure in music today, especially for the Christian community. A particular song, “John Wayne Gacy, Jr.,” is about the infamous serial killer himself, but at the end of the song Stevens finishes with a comparison of Gacy’s disposition to his own sinful inclinations. The song is truly a poetic reflection on the human condition and the depravity of man.

In looking at a few blogs on the meaning of the song, it was obvious to me that this track was creating a bit of discussion among listeners. Along with the presence of many Christianized interpretations, there were just as many responses of frustration. One listener wrote, “I hate that everyone keeps forcing Christianity on these songs.” Even more comments reflected dissatisfaction about how we as Christians keep reading into his music, always trying to put a spiritual twist on his lyrics and seemingly try to claim Stevens as “our own.”

I find a lot of truth in these statements; there exists a real problem when Christians over-spiritualize certain themes in music, film, or other areas of expression. But, as justified as either side may be, perhaps the irritated bloggers’ views of Christianity have been shaped by the present stereotypes of Christian music today. It is obvious that the typical contemporary Christian pop lacks substance, is overproduced, and is aesthetically embarrassing, more often than not cloned and pumped out in neatly wrapped institutionalized packaging. And because of the prevalence of such material, the listeners may assume that most Christians have a shallow perspective of music.

Stevens’ music, however, is anything but Christian pop, and it is refreshing to find such sincerity in an artist fully infused in secular culture who can be intellectually honest with his faith and doubts. Speaking of Stevens in an article, Christopher Stratton says, “Spiritually speaking, Stevens stands at the forefront of a widespread movement of young people looking to live out their faith sacramentally, willing to persist in the face of the mystery of God and fully engaged with the world through art and liturgy.”

Stevens’ approach embraces real issues, and a non-Christian blogger noticed this. In reply to another blogger’s comments he said, “he (Stevens) acknowledges that believing in God sometimes doesn’t make much sense, and ironically makes me, an Agnostic, much more open to his Christian beliefs. You rarely hear anybody Christian (especially for me, growing up in the South) willing to talk about that duality.” Stevens represents an approach to faith in his music that is authentic, so can you blame us Christians for latching on and wanting to claim him as our own?

I know that music like this helps me relate. It teaches me how to feel all over again, and brings me into true worship. A song like “John Wayne Gacy, Jr.” drives me to the foot of the cross to ponder my depravity; yet as I see Christ, I am also lifted up by an unshakeable grace in the greatest gift I could never earn. It is these moments when I find myself in intimate connection with my God, and music is always a catalyst for these times. There are few moments (apart from reading Psalms) that I feel so connected to the human condition as when I listen to music, and Stevens has pushed me further down this path. When listening to lyrics, I find many times that I am dealing with the same muddy doubts and asking the same questions as the artist, leading me back to dependence on God for guidance. Surely He gets glory from that.

We do not all have to jump on the Sufjan Stevens bandwagon or closely follow other artists like him and cling to all their words, but we must begin to become more intellectually honest with ourselves, our peers, and our God. It is not easy to go outside our comfort zones and embrace the world, but this pursuit will deepen our roots, unlock doors we would have never walked through and bring more insight through that reflection. We will then begin to know ourselves and our surroundings better, contributing to our progressive growth in articulation of what lies beneath our surface, all while listening to culture and what God really wants to say through it. In the meantime, ask God to help you as you go, and turn up the volume.

FINDING MY HEART IN AFRICA

LEARNING to trust God's plan
by Ashley McCleery

Photo by Daniel Ruck

As we cruised down the open road, I gazed warily at the Driver wondering if He knew where He was going. “God,” I said addressing the One sitting in the driver’s seat and guiding me down the road of life. “You just missed our turn.” Before He could get in a word edgewise, I said, “You see, I want to work with a prestigious magazine and become a world renowned journalist, and we just passed that road on the right.” As I tried to grab the wheel, I said, “Don’t worry. I’ll attribute all my success to You.” Before I gained control of the car, He gently took the wheel and compassionately said, “Ashley, let’s go for a ride.”

I had no idea that ride would take me on a two month mission trip to Swaziland, a tiny country located in South Africa. I also had no idea why God desperately wanted me there, but I soon found out.

With a stuffed hiking backpack and a suitcase filled to the brim with ministry supplies, I was ready for training camp in Gainesville, Ga. During worship the second night there, my team learned an African praise song and dance to accompany it. Filled with joy, I joined a moving line of dancers. As I stomped to the beat in the “conga line,” I stepped in a hole bending my left foot in a 90 degree angle, which shot excruciating pain through my body.

The next day, I stared at my swollen, purple foot and prayed frantically, “What should I do, God? What if it’s broken? Will they send me home?” Replacing fear, God gave me an overwhelming sense of peace with the scripture Romans 10:15, which states, “How will anyone go and tell them without being sent? That is what the Scriptures mean when they say, ‘How beautiful are the feet of those who bring good news!’” I glanced down at my bruised foot, and I knew God had a sense of humor. But, I also knew God was telling me to continue on my journey because He was still in the driver’s seat.

Upon inspection, a staff member and former nurse said it probably was just a sprain and it would heal within a week. Until then, I was advised to use my team as much as possible in getting from place to place. And, that’s exactly what I did. For two weeks, my team carried me and acted as my crutches. Although my foot still hurt, I was able to walk very slowly on my own by the third week. By the fifth week, I miraculously climbed Execution Rock, the highest mountain in Swaziland.

As I climbed up the final steep rock to the top and stared at the beautiful green hills of Swaziland, God whispered, “Don’t limit me, Ashley.” I heard this phrase once more when I went to the doctor back at home and discovered God had sustained me for two months on a broken foot and three torn ligaments.

Although my foot was a small hindrance to my ministry, I discovered my own stubbornness to be the largest hindrance. I did not want to minister to the sick. It wasn’t that I didn’t care about them, but I knew that wasn’t my gift. Instead, I delved all my energy into the local orphans. For the first couple of weeks, my team led Vacation Bible Schools, taught informal school and hosted a community wide orphan camp. However, during the orphan camp, God opened my eyes.

After singing, dancing and feeding over 200 orphans at the camp, my team and I tried to convince the hyper kids to sleep. When the noise subsided, I squished in between several orphans and tried to sleep myself. Automatically, a little girl and boy cuddled with me in hopes of warmth and comfort from the freezing concrete floor. As I cradled these two precious gifts, I realized why these children and over 70,000 children in Swazi are orphans: AIDS. Right then and there, God changed my hopes and desires for the trip. I wanted to visit the hospitals.

Cautiously, I entered the children’s ward of the hospital unaware of what God had in store. I was definitely not prepared to see rows upon rows of beds housing children wrapped in bandages with severe burns, babies struggling to survive with IVs stemming from their tiny heads, children suffering from Tuberculosis and AIDS and the dear boy I came to love, Thembenkosi.

I walked to Thembenkosi’s bed and immediately knew this was where God wanted me to be. With one look at this precious nine-year-old boy, God broke my heart. His thighs, the size of my wrist, stuck through toddler diapers and his sunken eyes rolled back in his head as he went in and out of consciousness. Each breath was such a labor as his chest heaved to achieve one gasp of air. I knew I was staring death in the face. AIDS was stealing his life.

Despite the overwhelming despair in the hospital, God allowed me to bring joy. As I watched this sweet boy deteriorate, I prayed over him, sang praises to the only One who could heal him and read hope from the Bible. Eventually, the Lord took him home where he isn’t suffering anymore.

Although I had claimed earlier that being with the sick wasn’t my gift, God obviously knew otherwise. With this one precious boy, the Lord changed my heart and showed me that I had once again limited Him.

However, Thembenkosi wasn’t the only person God wanted me to bring His love to. Throughout the rest of the summer, I visited two different hospitals and spread my time between the children’s ward and the women’s ward. And, Thembenkosi wasn’t the only one who reminded me I had limited God.

Walking into the Tuberculosis ward one day, I approached a woman who was sitting in her bed reading. I introduced myself and she did the same. Joyfully, she clutched her Bible with one hand, grabbed my hands with the other and proclaimed in rough English, “My name is Nelisiwe. I have Tuberculosis, and I’m HIV positive, but I know my Jesus is going to heal me.”

At that moment, tears welled in my eyes full of shame. I was ashamed for doubting that God would heal my foot. I was ashamed for doubting my spiritual gifts. I was ashamed for doubting God’s power. I was ashamed for doubting God’s plan for my life. I had been limiting God, and it needed to stop. “Oh Lord, take the wheel,” I prayed. “And this time I mean it.”

But, what does it really mean to give God the wheel to our lives? As Christians we are called to live a life glorifying our Savior, but more than that we are called to surrender to Him. We need to surrender our plans and aspirations for the future realizing God knows far better than we do what’s best for our lives. We need to die to self and live for Christ. When we crucify our plans, we allow God to bring His power into our lives. We allow Him to be the Potter and us the clay.

By surrendering my whole life, not just a portion, to God in Swazi, I saw how He changed the desires of my heart. My dreams and desires for my life have changed and now they hopefully match His.

Even though I experienced God’s provision in Swazi, I still struggle with doubts about my future. When I do have doubts, I open His precious Word and cling to Isaiah 55:8-9, which states, ‘”My thoughts are completely different than yours,’ says the Lord. ‘And my ways are far beyond anything you could imagine. For just as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts higher than your thoughts.’”

WISHFUL THINKING: A SEEKER'S ABC BY FREDERICK BUECHNER

BOOK review
by Neal Tucker

Photo by Daniel Ruck

“Glory is to God what style is to an artist.” With his witty style, Frederick Buechner writes a book very much his own in Wishful Thinking: a Seeker’s abc. Buechner tries to give new binding to old books, and in so doing, appeal to the 21st century mind. He writes on various ideas like Love, Questions, Fools, the Gospel, Eternity; and he offers a new pair of glasses to see seemingly lofty topics, such as how Jesus can also be God: “Just as your words have you in them - your breath, spirit, power, hiddenness - so Jesus has God in him.” So if you have the desire to seek out your wishes, those angels upon which truth sometimes takes flight, get a copy of this book and learn more of the glory of God: “what God looks like when for the time being all you have to look at him with is a pair of eyes.”

LITTLE MISS SUNSHINE

MOVIE review
by Amber Tatum and Steven Bonham

Good to the last drop. Or so the subtitle should read. Little Miss Sunshine beams in as the surprise indie hit thus far in 2006. Despite seemingly trite circumstantial elements such as the ever popular “journey in a car equals journey of life” theme, hyper dysfunctional characters and gratuitous language (thank you heroine-pumping grandpa), the film boldly captures the poignancy and soul of honest relationships. At times the movie could be mistaken for a documentary due to dead on performances by the all-star cast. One might even expect the film’s big names such as Oscar nominee Greg Kinnear or The Office’s Steve Carell to be spotlight hogs, but in fact, the six distinct main characters function as one beautifully twisted ensemble.

Little Miss Sunshine is undoubtedly made beautiful by the “little” things; namely, perfect comedic timing, priceless facial expressions and appropriately placed music (Sufjan Stevens’ “Chicago” takes the cake). The film is certainly one of the darkest comedies to hit theatres in a while with its blatant presentation of drug abuse, homosexuality, death, suicide, divorce, and horrific parenting. However, it is nearly impossible for anyone not to feel just a bit lighter upon exiting the theatre. USA Today’s Claudia Puig writes that “it's one of the rare comedies that is consistently funny for most of its 101 minutes, which is no small feat.” We agree Claudia. We agree.