Saturday, October 27, 2007

¡ENLOQUECED! GO M.A.D!

DARE TO GO AND MAKE A DIFFERENCE!

In my yesterday posting I defined myself as an unrepentant dreamer.
I must add that it is impossible for me to encapsulate dreams
in just a few words and images!
In my youth if you could not talk at least half an hour
about a subject you did not know anything about it.

Now, if you do not rap or summarize everything in a minute
you are told the span of attention to you is irremediably over.
I refuse to believe it. To make a difference you have
to dedicate your whole life to it.

Back in 1968 as a young military officer I had the opportunity
to relocate 60 thousand people from the shores of our Managua lake
to what it was known as OPEN 3
(O=Organism for, P=Planning, E=Emergencies relief, N=at National level).
Just 2 weeks ago, a young engineer, a friend of Bud Skibitze, our board´s treasurer,
came to make a technical evaluation of our homes.
During the conversation it came out he was born
in the OPEN 3
to a family I had relocated THERE in 1968.

I dared to go M.A.D. and here was a difference in one person´s life!
who is teaching English
to our girls wrote that sentence on the blackboard.

I could not resist going to my files to meditate if I am still daring to go M.A.D.
It is up to you, my friends, to decide if we
(Gladys, I, our staff, volunteers, donors, sponsors),
because in this I am not alone, are we daring so!

What I see is a future Nicaraguan middle class on the making,
coming up from the ranks of the dispossessed, abused and abandoned!
With your support! With your donations! With your unselfish dedication!

Blessed be the Lord! Thanks for giving us the whole spectrum
of the future Nicaraguan leaders
to love, to nurture, to help them become
what they rightfully dream to be!

Friday, October 26, 2007

WHAT DOES UNSELFISH LOVE REALLY MEAN?

of love trying to determine who loved more or loved best.
I had to say to myself…
how can you really measure love?
You love or you don´t! Period!

I was a lonely child myself!
I had not financial problems at all and I was surrounded
by a middle class respected family
whose members always gave me what I wanted!
But I did not grow up with my pa and my ma.
They were independent minded and wanted to live their lives
assuming that my grandfather would give me
whatever I could ever need. And he did!
But he could not give me the love I missed so much!

These children were refused all things!
If you had the opportunity to fill that void in their lives…
would you walk away?
Would you serve them because it is a Christian thing to do
and at the same time an opportunity
to feel you are doing something for God?
But only in your terms?
No! that´s not love! It is just a finely refined
selfishness and self righteousness!
Because… how could you resist wanting to wipe out
that sadness in their eyes?
They become happy and chirping birds with just
a real feeling of love in our hearts for them!
And they understand it and feel it and say it!
It is amazing how they dig under our skin
and innocently say if you are real or not.

I have been blessed by the Lord with a wife who for 45 years
has walked alongside me, the unrepentant dreamer!

And she loves what we call our grandchildren

as much as we love our biological ones. The Lord has also given us faithful staff and dedicated sponsors! Our friends feel it and come to share time with us and them! They surely know who loves them!

A DAY TO REMEMBER!

Very recently our dear friend Galen Yoder, his family
and some of their friends
visited us in October as they always do.
And as always rain was the order of the days.
We had 52 days of rain in Nicaragua.
Waiting for the rain to stop they painted, repaired, played,
shared God and their experiences with our children,
but there was something to remember.
A day to go to the beach!
Our bus has just gone through the gates when it got mired in the mud.!
We all pushed back and forth for about an hour
until a 4 wheel drive pickup driver
took the bus out of the mud with his vehicle winch.


All muddy but happy and with something to remember!


All of it made me remember my missionary days
with YWAM during a trip to Mexico,
where we were forced to stay a whole week
in the Indian little town of Tuxpan,
waiting for 2 tires for our bus to be imported from the USA.
They were not available locally.
One of our missionary girls had to fly all the way down
from Arkansas
with the two tires as her only baggage!

Thanks God, this time we only had to spend one hour
pushing and laughing!
Our younger children were the ones
who enjoyed it the most!
Specially our five younger girls!