Coming out from blogging absence…
We’ve been busy! Just got back from 3 weeks in the states. Just before that, Guillermo was traveling a lot. He also changed jobs and is now working for Servant Partners. We are excited, but it is a big change. We will be working full time in the Los Pinos neighborhood. We will move there in the first part of next year after the baby is born.
Speaking of baby-time is flying! I already have 6 months. We also found out it is a boy and we are naming him Guillermo David. Now that we are back from our trip and in the 3rd trimester, I feel like my focus is changing. At work I’m all about tying up all loose ends for smooth transition. At home I’m all about the nesting-getting his room ready, cleaning etc. We still have to find/choose a hospital for the birth and we want to take a birth class as well. We go back and forth between moments of “I can’t wait, I want to meet him now!” and “Oh my gosh, we are having a baby, how will we know what to do?!”
I’ve been feeling quite well- a lot of energy the last week- I’m probably in the window of energy and nesting before I get too big and tired. Tired/sore back and heartburn are my biggest problems right now. I did well on the trip, considering we spent 2 weeks at 8,500 ft altitude, traveled on 5 flights, 2 metros, 2 trains, and a rental car.
I’ll post some highlights and photos from the trip soon.
Tonight I’m thinking about the effects of seeing poverty on a day to day basis and the levels of sensitivity we have to these kinds of things. I read a lot of blogs and once in a while I stumble upon travel journals written by North Americans as they take trips or short term mission trips to places like Honduras or other countries where there is extreme poverty.
Tonight I was thinking twice at the level of reaction some North Americans have when they see poverty, when they meet a poor family, when they see these issues up close and in person. Tears. Uncontrollable emotion. Anger. Pity. Guilt. Motivation. Unforeseen periods of doubting their faith as they wrestle with what this means. Life changing.
I’m thinking twice because I’m questioning myself and I’m questioning my culture. I know it wouldn’t be possible or healthy for me to have a deep, emotional, life changing experience everyday when I go to work. It would be counter-productive for me to spend everyday in deep sorrow for the state of the world and the amount of poverty that exists here. The human being has certain built in self-defense mechanisms that keep this from happening. I’m questioning the positive and negative roles that de-sensitization can play. I’m also questioning the hyper-sensitivity that my culture is producing. What does it say about us that we can be so easily shocked by the normal life situation that describes a majority of the world? I’m not saying I’m better or worse than my fellow Americans, rather I’m making some observations and raising some questions.
I want to be effective in my work in Honduras. I want to live and work out of a place of love and joy, not guilt and depression. But at the same time, I don’t want to lose sensitivity to things that God himself would look at and have compassion. When I go to my office everyday, which is inside of a state-run orphanage, I don’t want to see the kids running around as ‘just kids’. I want to remember who they are and what they need and how God sees them.
Transformation Possible!! This was the name of the youth camp our church put on this weekend for over 100 youth, it was awesome! Where else will you find youth from a slum neighborhood, a remote mountain community and the best bilingual schools in the city coming together to play, worship God, learn and have fun? I think it is only through God that this kind of unity is possible. More stories of transformation to come, but for now I am one sore, tired, energized, excited leader.