Saturday, July 25, 2015

Minds

I've spent the better part of this month in a room full of reluctant teachers...  










When asked why or how they became teachers, almost every single one of the 40 Haitian teachers from Christian Light School and the TLC Barefoot School said that it wasn't their dream to be a teacher when they were a child. They recalled thinking how teachers weren't respected in their culture.  They remember students mistreating teachers.  They recognized the cultural proverbs about teachers dying poor.  All of these stories lead to the label of "reluctant teacher."  That is, until all of their stories continued on to say, "but God..."  Then they share how God clearly intervened in their lives and gave them a passion to teach and care for the children of Haiti.






How exciting and encouraging it has been to spend each day working with educators who don't just view the task of teaching as a job or a profession, but as a calling, as their mission.  How exciting it is to hear teachers recognize that the work that they are doing is given to them by God!  I am in awe of these educators and their commitment to raise the hundreds of children in their schools to know God and to love Him with all of their hearts, strength, and minds.  

These last few weeks have been full of discussion and collaboration with the Haitian teachers.  We have looked at the goal of helping point students toward Christ, of guiding them in their knowledge of who God is and how they can be fully alive in Him alone.  We have discussed the hard topics of discipline and "at risk" students.  We have pondered questions about assessments and instruction.  And all of this work is done with lots of laughter and sincere effort even in the heat of summertime in Haiti.  It is so evident each day how precious this calling of teacher is to the Haitian staff.  What a blessing it has been to see their constant concern and love for their students and their deep commitment to teach in ways that honor God!

I'm thankful for the opportunity to work with these Haitian teachers and thankful also for the chance to share these experiences with you!  

Much love in Christ, Jessie

Tuesday, July 21, 2015

Rise

I have had a couple of those upside-down, backward, just want to try it over again, kinds of days. Frustration with my own limitations in the face of so many needs, disappointment with my lack of patience with different circumstances, and an abundance of insecurities threaten to take over.  Then there is the ever looming reality that too soon I won't be here to help my sweet kiddos and my teacher friends with the next challenges that they will face.

So tonight I went to a place that usually brings a bit of comfort. I started baking.  I have been baking all summer for the teachers. I'm finding that providing some baked goods helps them make it through the long, hot, and full working summer days of arriving before 7 and leaving after 3.  But tonight this baking was different, it wasn't to fill a specific need, I was absolutely "stress baking" and I could tell. Thankfully, there was a crowd of little boys around who are always eager to help, and usually bring a big smile to my face just by being here.






They were so excited at the thought of baking bread together.  Their little flour-covered hands clumsily shaped the dough into loaves. Then they sat for a long while this evening just watching the bread rise.  They would keep coming back to me saying, "That one will get big!"  Of course, I don't think there was really much of a visible difference in the bread, but it was just the idea of the bread rising that brought delight to their eyes.

I'm thinking tonight about my eyes and about how my heart seems mixed up recently.  I listened again to a sermon from my home church this morning while I was getting ready for the day.  (Just a side note, I'm so thankful for technology that allows us to keep connected with our families and churches even when we're far away!) The sermon was entitled "Anxiety and the Keeper of Israel" and it was taken from Psalm 121.  What a much-needed reminder about worry and stress and anxiety.  The problem is one of vision.  My eyes are so prone to be fixed on difficulties and problems right in front of me.  Of course, there are real difficulties and problems in this life.  But there is a higher truth, a more profound reality that my eyes need to rise to.  This ultimate truth that Christ is my help, that God is here in the most broken of moments, and that He is speaking hope even now into the uncertainty and worry and struggle. This is where my eyes need to be lifted to.  

Unfortunately, when the bread was finally ready to bake, the oven had it's own upside down, backward kind of moment and is still refusing to light... So, the risen and ready to be baked loaves of bread are yet to be enjoyed by hungry little boys.  But this baking misadventure, along with the mixed up moments of the past few days, have reminded me once again to look beyond these bumps in the road to a higher truth... 
Psalm 121
1   I will lift up my eyes to the mountains;

From where shall my help come?

2   My help comes from the Lord,

Who made heaven and earth.

3   He will not allow your foot to slip;

He who keeps you will not slumber.

4   Behold, He who keeps Israel

Will neither slumber nor sleep.

5   The Lord is your keeper;

The Lord is your shade on your right hand.

6   The sun will not smite you by day,

Nor the moon by night.

7   The Lord will protect you from all evil;

He will keep your soul.

8   The Lord will guard your going out and your coming in

From this time forth and forever.

With much love in Christ, Jessie