Friday, March 16, 2012

A Whirlwind Trip (My Parents Visit RSA)


After several months of preparation and many of emails and phone calls back and forth deciding on plans my parents finally made the trip to South Africa to visit me, my site, and this beautiful country.

The week before they arrived I had a retreat with the rest of the volunteers so instead of going all the way back to my site I stayed in Pietermaritzburg on Monday night and headed to Durban the next day to wait for them at the airport. Although their flight was not due to arrive until 8:10PM I got to the airport around 11:30AM. Mostly because I had my big backpack and did not want to be carrying it around Durban all day.  Around 7PM I got a call on my cell phone and heard my dad on the other end saying they had missed their connection in Johannesburg! =( But they were able to get on the next flight and would be arriving at 9:55. =) And they did!  After many hugs and excited greetings at the airport we headed to our taxi that would take us to our hotel and after more than 24 hours of travelling I think my parents were definitely ready for some sleep!

The next day we got up and had breakfast before heading out to explore the Umhlanga area.  Umhlanga is a northern suburb of Durban and is a pretty nice area.  There is a lot of coastline with nice beaches and also the biggest mall in the southern hemisphere.  We walked along the beach for a while and also enjoyed a movie at the mall the first day. I know, not the most “African” experience to start their time here but it was great just being together!

My Mom and I at the Umhlanga Pier

On Thursday we started our day with a visit to the Natal Sharks Board, an organization that takes care of the shark nets along the KZN beaches.  They also have a video presentation and live shark dissection which are both very informative and fun to watch, although I think we smelled like fish for the rest of the day! 

Tiger Shark ready for Dissection


After the Sharks Board we headed north toward Pietermaritzburg.  Our plan was to visit a Lion Park on the way but, upon arrival, we were told that our rental car sat too low to the ground and we would not be able go.  We were very disappointed but there was an African Birds of Prey Sanctuary nearby that we were able to go to instead.  It had all types of eagles, hawks, owls, etc. that were injured or sick and were either being rehabilitated for the wild or would be taken care of at the sanctuary.

After this we headed to Howick, a small town north of PMB, which has a waterfall as well as several craft shops and a small market.  After that we headed back towards PMB and met my country coordinator, Brian Konkol, for dinner.  We also stayed the night at their place and my parents were able to meet the whole Konkol family including Brian’s wife Kristen and their son Khaya.

The Konkol Family! (They are a Wisconsin family but notice Khaya's Nebraska shirt my parents brought him! Go Big Red!)

On Friday it was finally time to head a little farther north and visit my site.  Upon arrival at KwaZamokuhle we unloaded our luggage before taking a tour of the Centre and introducing my parents to the people I spend most of my time with.  We heard a lot of “Siyabonga!” (We are thankful!) and “Siyajabula!” (We are happy!) It was a great experience to have my parents see my site and to be able understand more about my experiences here.  It was also very reaffirming to have people like Constance, my site supervisor, tell me that they have missed me while I have been gone.

Goodness told my mom, "This is my boy!" 

After the tour we took the 20km trip into Estcourt to get some groceries for the weekend.  I also took my parents to Nando’s which is a staple South African restaurant.  We originally were not going to be able to see some of my friends from town, Eddie and Verna, because they were going to be out of town for the weekend but we visited Eddie at his store and then we ran into Verna at the grocery store. A strange set of coincidences but a great opportunity for my parents!

On Saturday we headed to Royal Natal National Park to do some hiking in the Drakensberg Mountains.  The hike took a little less than four hours but we all made it and had a great time.  The weather was perfect and the views were amazing!  Afterwards we treated ourselves to some food at Tower of Pizza before spending the rest of the afternoon relaxing at my site.

Royal Natal National Park

On Sunday we got ready and went to church.  Normally my church service is around 1.5 hours long but for some reason the one day we needed to leave early it was going to go really long. After two hours of service and 40 minutes of a sermon (that wasn’t over) we had to leave to make the five hour drive to Hluhluwe-Imfolozi. We made pretty good time heading to the park and only made a quick stop in PMB to pick up a fellow volunteer, Elise Anderson, who would be going with us on safari.

We were worried about time because the gates of the park close at 6PM and the place we were staying at was inside the park so we needed to make sure we got there on time, which we did.  On our drive from the gate to the campgrounds we saw several animals but nothing compared to what we would see the next day.

We had to get up nice and early (4:30) to make the hour long drive to the gate of the park and meet our safari guide at 6.  Although it was foggy and semi-dark on the way down we did see a few animals including a water buffalo on the side of the road.  Eventually we made it to the gate, parked the car, and got into our safari truck.  It was cold for the first few hours of the drive but luckily they had blankets for us.  We also stopped for breakfast and coffee in the morning and then had a delicious lunch with grilled meats and nice salads.  Oh and the animal spotting was great too!

Ready for Safari!

Except for a small stretch before lunch when we were looking for rhinos we were always seeing different animals.  Zebra, giraffe, rhino, water buffalo, a pair of lions, elephants, dung beetles, crocodile, and several more.  There are two things that really stick out for me though.  The first was when we came across a big herd of buffalo that were quietly grazing.  Our guide told us that when they feel threatened the males and adults will move to the outside of the group and form a circle around the younger ones.  Within a few minutes a lion comes onto the scene and we see the buffalo do exactly what he said they would do.  The lions did not seem like they were very interested in the buffalo at the time but it was still really neat to see how quickly they moved to protect their young at the sign of danger.

The coolest part of being at the park was the elephants though.  On our way back at the end of the guided safari our guide got a call that some elephants had been spotted near the road about ten minutes away so we headed that direction quickly.  We soon saw several elephants near the road and a mother and young calf(we were told it was less than ten days old) ran right behind our safari truck!  After getting dropped off at the gate we got in our car and decided to look for more of the elephants.  For the next hour we followed a herd of over 50 elephants with several very small babies.  It was such an amazing sight to see!  On our way back to our campground we came across a male elephant in the road who did not want to move for us. Since we were in a small Honda Civic we did not really want to play chicken with it either.  However, he started walking towards us and we had to back up for several hundred yards before it finally decided to leave the road and let us pass.  It was kind of a scary experience but also one I will never forget!

Male Lion hiding in the grass

Mom and her week-old baby crossing the road!

Playing chicken with an elephant! We lost.


The next day we drove around the park for a while in the morning before it was time to head back to Durban.  We had a relaxing afternoon and a nice dinner as it was my parents’ last night in South Africa.  The next day it was time to say goodbye which was tough to do but I know I will see them again in only four months.  It was so great to have them here! Not only for the great, ‘touristy’ things that we got to do and see but also for them to be able to see my site and the way that I live here.  There is only so much that words and pictures can show, but, now that they have been here, they should have a better understanding of my life in South Africa.

I am so grateful for everything they have done, do, and will continue to do for me! And a huge THANK YOU to everyone who prayed for them while they were travelling and visiting me here! It was a great experience and one I will never forget!

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Make the Most of What God Gives

During the sermons in church, because I am not able to understand the majority of what is said, I will read my Bible.  I recently rediscovered the book of Ecclesiastes and wanted to share some verses with you. They are verses 18-20 in chapter 5 and are taken from The Message.
“After looking at the way things are on this earth, here’s what I’ve decided is the best way to live: Take care of yourself, have a good time, and make the most of whatever job you have for as long as God gives you life. And that’s about it. That’s the human lot. Yes, we should make the most of what God gives, both the bounty and the capacity to enjoy it, accepting what’s given and delighting in the work. It’s God’s gift! God deals out joy in the present, the now!”
It’s so simple, isn’t it? We really have no control over this life so why worry about it? Once we realize that everything is all His anyways everything will become so much more enjoyable. Finding this has given me a renewed sense of wonder and has relieved much of the stress that I have been feeling about the  future. There is a part in Donald Miller’s book, Through Painted Deserts, where he is talking with his friend about God’s plan for us and his friend says “‘It is whatever God wants it to be. Maybe we are just supposed to trust that He won’t beat us up when we get there. Maybe we are supposed to trust that He is good.’” Amen.

Saturday, January 21, 2012

A Busy Festive Season

Here in South Africa what we would call the Holiday Season is called the Festive Season and mine was very busy!  I apologize for not posting recently but I’m going to give you an update on the past month and when you hear all that I’ve been up to I think you will understand. To make up for it, I was actually able to put some pictures in this post! Woot!

In mid-December I travelled with Reverend Xaba to Ladysmith (about an hour away) for the Southeastern Diocese(SED) Youth Conference.  I didn’t have any idea what was going to be happening, what I should be, or where I would be staying.  The only thing I knew was that it would be from Wednesday afternoon to Sunday and some other MUD volunteers would be there.  When we arrived I was greeted by Jaime and Katie who live near Johannesburg. (They aren’t actually in the SED but Jaime’s host is the General Secretary of ELCSA and wanted them to come so they did!) Eventually Isaac and Elise came from Durban and Pietermaritzburg, respectively, so it was a nice chance to see some other volunteers.

As for the conference, it was several days of speakers who all talked in isiZulu for the most part.  Needless to say, we didn’t understand much of it but we did have some helpful youth that would translate important parts for us.  Everyone seemed to appreciate us being there though and was very hospitable. We took part in a really fun march through the town in support of a campaign against the abuse of women and children which involved a lot of singing and some running!  We also took part in the choir competition although there were only four of us compared to the parishes with at least 15 people.  I don’t think we won but we got a lot of cheers!

On Saturday we went with the host family that we were staying with to a traditional Zulu wedding in a nearby township.  When we first got there they were slaughtering the cow which was a gift for the bride’s family.  It wasn’t the most pleasant sight to behold but interesting to see. The wedding involved a lot of singing and dancing in both contemporary wedding clothes and traditional Zulu wedding attire which was really cool to see.  There was a great sense of community with everyone there and it was an experience I’ll never forget!

Bride and Groom and Wedding Party

The Kwaz Centre’s last day was December 21st and they had a nice lunch celebration to end the great year and thank everyone for their hard work.  At the end of that week I went to Pietermaritzburg to hang out with Elise and Steve for a couple of days before going back to Ephangweni for Christmas.  The church Christmas celebration was nice with a reenactment of the Christmas story by the Sunday School children that was very cute!  It was very weird sweating during Christmas church service and was definitely an, “I’m in Africa” moment.

The biggest event of the past month was my trip to the Mother City, Cape Town, with all eleven other volunteers.  We all decided to meet there to celebrate the New Year together and it was a great time.  We visited Robben Island, the penguins at Boulder Beach, Cape Point and Cape of Good Hope, Long Street, the V&A Waterfront, and several of us climbed Table Mountain.  I even tried my hand out at surfing when we were at the beach in Muizenberg and had a great time! I was able to get up on the board my first time and by the second try I was riding the waves, albeit not that big, all the way into shore!

Climb up Table Mountain! It was intense but so fun!

View of Table Mountain from Robben Island

Hang Ten! =P


Earlier this week I had received several cards in the mail for my birthday and Constance, my host, said “Why do you have so many letters this week?” so I told her that it would be my birthday on Friday and she nodded but nothing more was said.  Well Friday came and I talked to Constance during the morning but nothing was said about it being my birthday or anything so I just figured she had forgotten and that was alright; I didn’t need a celebration or anything.  However, tea time comes and Constance tells me to come with her which I know is strange because she usually has tea in her office.

She leads me into the dining room and all the staff is in there and they start singing “Happy Birthday” to me in both Zulu and English and all I can do is smile.  The tables are filled with snacks and drinks and there is even a cake for me.  I was so grateful for this kind act and Constance said they wanted to celebrate another year of life with me.  When they finished singing they started clapping which usually happens when there is going to be some Zulu stomping so I got excited. One of the women acted like she was going to do it but then backed up so I went into the middle and did a few stomps and they loved it! It was a great experience and I was truly humbled by their generosity for my birthday.



Overall, the past month has been full of a lot of great experiences that I know I won’t soon forget!  I hope that these last six months will be full of many more “I’m in Africa” moments and experiences that remind me what I’m doing here.  I hope that you all are having a blessed start to 2012 and continue to have a great year! 

Sunday, January 15, 2012

Young Adults in Global Mission: Life without Consumerism by Heidi Torgerson-Martinez

This article was written by the program director for the Young Adults in Global Mission program, Heidi Torgerson-Martinez, and talks about the challenges faced by program participants in contrast to American consumerism. 



1] "Is that really what it's like in the United States, Heidi?" asked an elderly friend as we sat around the kitchen table one afternoon. "Isn't it true that everybody has their own bedroom and their own house? That everybody has cars and big televisions and internet in their houses? I'd never go myself; I'm too old and too scared for that. But I understand why people do it. Everybody wants those things. Everybody wants a nice, comfortable life like you all have in your country. Who wants to spend every day worrying about whether you can feed your kids when you can go to the United States and just buy anything you want?"

[2] So went one of many similar conversations I had with friends and colleagues when I served as a long-term missionary in Mexico. These conversations often began as a reflection on a neighbor's decision to try and cross the border into the United States as a means of supporting one's family — a last-resort decision for most, and one that was never reached lightly. The frequency with which those conversations turned to my friends' assumptions about the U.S. American consumer lifestyle, however, became for me a convicting commentary on my home culture.

[3] Many a social scientist has compared consumer culture in the United States to religion. Indeed, consumerism has shaped a series of norms and rituals that look a lot like religious practice. Receipt of one's first credit card is as important a rite of passage as confirmation for many young people. The Friday after Thanksgiving — Black Friday — is consumerism's most holy of days, calling people out of their homes and into places of worship where offerings go not into plates but into cash registers. Most of us can sing television commercial jingles as easily as we can sing the lines of old hymns.

[4] In a cultural milieu that preaches economic prosperity as the sole vision of the good life, the church has both an opportunity and a responsibility to lift up counter-cultural models of life and witness. The Lutheran theological tradition, and the ELCA as an expression of Christ's church, is rich with resources to help us create such counter-cultural space. One of those resources is the ELCA's Young Adults in Global Mission (YAGM) program. (Those "in the know" pronounce fondly, if a bit awkwardly, "YAGM" as one full word.)

[5] I'm certain I'm not alone among clergy and lay rostered colleagues in saying this, but I'm convinced that I have the best call in the entire church. As Program Director for YAGM, I have the deep and humbling privilege of accompanying some 50 young adults each year as they engage in a transformative, year-long journey in international service. These young people, all between the ages of 19 and 29, serve alongside companion church bodies and organizations in one of ten countries around the world. They serve in a variety of areas, from congregational ministry to human rights work, from alternative education to health and development projects. The YAGM program is structured in such a way as to provide support for each volunteer. At the same time, it provides a challenging level of independence that impels volunteers to wrestle profoundly with questions of faith, justice, sense of self, and sense of call.

[6] The YAGM experience runs deeply counter to the U.S. consumer culture. It forms and transforms participants in remarkable ways that can only be attributed to the work of the Holy Spirit. Of course, many YAGM volunteers have already been shaped counter-culturally through experiences with other ministries of the ELCA. Liberal arts education in the Lutheran tradition taught many YAGM to think critically about life and the world. Service at Lutheran outdoor ministry sites has acquainted many with a lifestyle of simplicity and the gifts of intentional Christian community. Many are members of congregations, or have been part of Lutheran campus ministries at public universities, where the preaching and teaching focus on service and social justice. Not all YAGM volunteers share this formation profile. Nonetheless, these are the kinds of experiences that appear to open particular young adults to the challenge of living and serving abroad for a full year.

[7] Many components of the YAGM program contribute to the counter-cultural formation of our young adult volunteers. Some of those components seem simply to be the work of the Holy Spirit and are difficult to capture fully in words. Some themes, however, saturate the experiences of nearly all of the young people who serve in the YAGM program. These themes form a base by which our volunteers develop a deeper capacity to look askance at consumerism in the United States context. Among these themes, the following are central: learning how to live with less, discovering the gift of relying on others, and understanding relationship as core to our call as people of faith.

How to Live with Less
[8] YAGM volunteers are supported financially throughout their year of service. They receive full room and board, travel to and from their country of service, and health insurance. They also receive a small monthly stipend meant to help them live at a level similar to the community among whom they're serving. That stipend is typically less than $5 per day.


[9] For many, it's the first time they've come face-to-face with literally not having the cash (or the plastic) to do or buy everything they'd like. Almost every YAGM volunteer struggles at some point with the perceived lack of freedom that comes with having reduced financial resources. Amy, who served as a YAGM volunteer in Mexico, shared this in one of her newsletters:
"I knew my monthly stipend of 1200 pesos [about $90 US] would not last if I wasn't careful…Realizing the month of October has 31 days and 5 Saturdays, I was really feeling the money crunch. My host family's clothes washer was broken for 3 weeks and instead of paying for laundry services I decided to wash my essentials by hand (which is terribly time consuming) like my host family. The realization 'I really don't have the money to [get my clothes washed]' was a startling one. Applying that to families all over the world that have to make bigger decisions than whether or not to wash clothes by hand was a lot to take in. Everyone 'knows' there is need in the world, but experiencing it firsthand really deepens the understanding."
[10] Yet living on a stipend is an exercise in voluntary poverty. Like Amy, over the course of the year most YAGM become increasingly aware that, while they "feel" poor, they have the wild privilege of escaping that "poverty" whenever they like. At the same time, our volunteers witness daily the ways in which such escape is impossible for most people in their communities of service. One YAGM volunteer leaves her comfortable flat in Slovakia, where she is serving among Roma ("Gypsy") people, only to witness a woman and her children digging through the Dumpster across the street in search of food and items they might resell. Another grieves with a South African family who has lost a child to AIDS, principally because they did not have bus fare to get to the clinic where free antiretroviral drugs were regularly administered. A third volunteer, who grew up on meat and potatoes, tries with all her might to develop a "taste" for the Malaysian rice-based diet. She seeks to be grateful for any kind of food as she serves her kindergarten student what she knows will be his only meal of the day. For a moment, at least, the YAGM stipend which once looked meager feels terribly extravagant. Those moments begin to multiply as the year goes on.

[11] It is important to state that pity is not generally a feeling that most of our YAGM connect to the witness of poverty in their friends' lives. Far more often, I hear our volunteers reflect with humility on the tremendous strength of spirit they experience in the people among whom they serve. Even in the midst of dehumanizing situations of poverty, our volunteers discover in their global companions a confounding ability to live with joy. Such joy is wholly unconnected to "stuff." Rather, it is lived in simple things like spending unhurried time with family, praying with neighbors, or sharing tea with a new friend. These kinds of experiences are often co-opted for our volunteers by the U.S. consumer culture. Time with family and friends is rarely unhurried. Rather, it needs be scheduled into an already too-busy day planner, and is almost always buffered by the fancy coffee shop, the big screen television, or the new video game which so often become the bases of our relationships. Being required to live with less frees our volunteers from consumerism's demands that they accumulate more and more. Instead of finding "joy" in a latte they can't afford, voluntary poverty allows our volunteers to reflect on what truly brings them joy. It allows them to rediscover life in all fullness, which God desires for each of us.

[12] The voluntary poverty that YAGM volunteers experiences also opens for them new ways of living in solidarity with God's people. They learn from their communities how to live with simple joy. They also learn to move far beyond the maxim I often hear from people who have short-term experiences in communities of economic need — "they are so poor, but so happy." The strength of spirit that our volunteers witness in their host communities is borne of deep necessity. There is nothing "happy" about not being able to provide for one's family, nothing "happy" about burying a child because they had no access to medicine, nothing "happy" about a malnourished kindergartner. The life in all fullness which God so desires is found, in part, in the simple joys that host communities model for our volunteers. It also requires, however, an economic structure in which all people can live not just with simple joy, but with dignity. Our volunteers' voluntary rejection of wealth is also a rejection of the economic powers that steal a dignified life from so many of God's people. By learning to live at an economic level similar to that of their host communities, our volunteers are living the conviction that all of God's people deserve access to a dignified life where their basic needs are met.

How to Rely on Others
[13] YAGM volunteers are drawn to the program because they want to be of service to others. Jesus' commands in Matthew 25 are compelling. Like all of us, our volunteers are called to feed the hungry, give drink to the thirsty, welcome the stranger, clothe the naked, visit the prisoner, care for the sick.

[14] Coming from a monetarily wealthy culture, our volunteers — along with almost every U.S. American Christian I know — are accustomed to thinking of "the other" when considering who is hungry and needs food, who is a stranger and needs inviting, who is sick and needs care. How shocking, then, to quite suddenly encounter a complete paradigmatic role reversal of the call in Matthew 25.

[15] Imagine being plopped down in the middle of a country into which you have never set foot. If you speak anything of the local language you likely don't speak it well. If you know anyone else in the country, it is likely only through one e-mail exchange. You don't know how to use the bus system, don't understand how the money works, don't know how to navigate the local market, don't know the appropriate ways to greet people, and cannot blend in no matter how hard you try. Such is the life of a YAGM volunteer.

[16] YAGM volunteers do, without question, provide tremendous service to their host communities throughout the year. But especially at first, our volunteers can't function well enough to be of much help to anyone. They are the hungry, the homeless, the stranger, the needy. They find themselves, for the first time in their young adult lives, having to rely fully on the genuine hospitality and care of strangers. Discovering that they literally can't make it on their own, and must learn to accept the gifts of their hosts, who typically have so much less in material resources, is both humbling and worldview-altering.

[17] The United States consumer culture teaches us implicitly to value people, at least in part, based on what they own. Even as early as elementary school, the kids who rise to the top of the "cool" crowd are the ones whose families have money. They're the kids who come to school dressed in the trendiest fashions, or who bring of-the-moment toys for show-and-tell. As adults, we are pressured to keep up with the proverbial Joneses in various and sundry ways. Whether it's the house or the car or the clothes or the electronics, we compare ourselves to others, often without even realizing it. The message comes at us, overtly and covertly, from all kinds of directions — you are what you own. There's a sense of personal and social security in having lots of stuff. Our "stuff" helps us feel confident that we can take care of ourselves, and it shows others that we are successful people.

[18] Except when it doesn't. YAGM volunteers board airplanes for their countries of service carrying just two pieces of luggage and a carryon. Many live with families who don't own much more than that collectively. Yet in these families our YAGM volunteers discover a deep and radical hospitality, the likes of which they've never had need to experience before. They are welcomed in and cared for unconditionally, as Christ welcomes and cares for us. It is a simple gift of grace, and it's one they can't live without in this new context. Unable to rely any longer on the security of their "stuff," our volunteers recognize that this sense of security was false to begin with.

[19] In learning to accept the gifts of their hosts, our volunteers also learn the value of shared power within the Body of Christ. In order for a gift to be honored and appreciated, that gift must have a receiver. Accepting the immense gift of radical hospitality is often very difficult for our volunteers. They know the economic realities present in most of their host communities, and they are accustomed to not wanting to put people out. Yet as they learn to accept the material and spiritual gifts of their hosts, they are swept up into a new vision of what it means to be members together of one body, where all have needs and all have gifts to share. They learn to supplant the false security of material goods with the deeper power of Christ-like hospitality.

Relationship Is Humanity's Telos
[20] Reading YAGM applications reveals some fascinating things about the dominant cultural context of the United States. Young adult resumes include long lists of achievement awards, impressive grade point averages, prestigious leadership roles, and challenging internship experiences. Independence and self-reliance are often cited in essays as standout personality characteristics. When asked about personal strengths and weaknesses, nearly every potential weakness is couched in positive language. In short, our applicants do their best to sell themselves. And who could blame them? The very language of "selling" oneself is telling. Our very selves are commodities to be sold. Ours is a culture built on the values of achievement, competition, and progress. These goal-oriented values permeate nearly every aspect of our lives. There are noble things to be found in these values, to be sure. There is also a danger, however. In my experience, these consumer values lead us to believe that our primary worth and purpose as human beings lies in the things that we do.

[21] When entering into the YAGM experience, much of the things by which our volunteers have been accustomed to defining themselves are stripped away. Nobody knows the school from which they graduated and frankly, nobody cares. Their GPAs are immaterial. The prestigious choirs and sports teams and honor societies mean nothing. For most YAGM, this is downright terrifying. Of course, it can also be liberating. Just like one's achievements don't matter, neither do one's failings. Dropped out of school? It's a non-issue. Made poor personal decisions in the past? Nobody knows. In short, the cultural trappings that define our YAGM volunteers in the United States are simply rendered irrelevant in their new contexts. As they live into the year, it becomes abundantly clear that the only thing that really matters is one's ability to create authentic, meaningful relationships with people from whom the volunteer is very different.

[22] Christian ethicist Rebecca Todd Peters says this about the industrialized world: "What is sorely needed in the industrialized world is a recovery of the moral conviction that human beings are fundamentally social creatures, and an important aspect of the good life is the recognition that the social well-being of people arises from participation in community…" (from her book In Search of the Good Life). In many ways, the first months that our YAGM volunteers spend in service are akin to entering a recovery program. It's a recovery from the capital-minded, goal-oriented, fast-paced world in which they were socialized. They don't earn enough money to consider shopping as a form of "therapy." They typically don't have the resources to be connected to the internet 24/7. For those who do have television, watching it in another language, or based out of another cultural framework, often feels too much like work for it to be a mindless escape. They rest more. They read more. They pray more. I recognize that such a lifestyle may sound like a dream for many who read this article. Yet I can assure you that such sudden separation from all that one formerly used to define or care for oneself is extremely unsettling.

[23] It's also a supreme gift. When all the cultural trappings are stripped away, our volunteers are freed to understand themselves anew. They aren't the Honors Student or the Dropout or the Athlete or the Screw-up. They simply are. The oily cross is again traced onto the fabric of their lives — "Child of God, you have been sealed by the Holy Spirit and marked with the cross of Christ forever." That is enough. The pressures of a consumer society, which seek to commoditize our very beings, are washed away in the return to our baptismal identity. The good life, our YAGM volunteers begin to recognize, is not about how much stuff we can accumulate, nor about how accomplished we are. Rather, it's about living into our primary identities as children of God, called into relationship with one another and with the world. The work they do is very significant to the lives of their host communities, but a YAGM volunteer's first and most important "job" is to simply be present with people. They are called to bear witness to the movement of God's spirit in the lives of the communities among whom they are serving, and to allow themselves to be shaped by what they witness there. They discover that their "good works" aren't worth much if they are not first rooted in relationship. Such a discovery, to many of our young people, feels a whole lot like salvation.

[24] Learning to understand humanity's purpose as something that we are rather than something that we do is perhaps the biggest challenge inherent to accepting the call to serve as a YAGM volunteer. But it's also tremendously transformative, and not just for our volunteers. We are not "social creatures," as Peters names us, simply for the sake of being social. We are "social creatures" — called into relationship — for the sake a world in need. It is impossible to live and work for a new spiritual, economic, and social order without being rooted in community. It is from the base of relationship, rooted in Christ and reaching out to one another, that we are able to exercise moral agency, able to create new ways of being in the world, able to support one another through the ups and downs of struggling for justice in a world seemingly stacked against the poor.

Coming "Home"
[25] I often tell our volunteers that, as profound as their experiences abroad have been, their most significant work as missionaries won't begin until they return home to the United States. Coming home is hard. In fact, most of our YAGM struggle mightily to reconnect with the United States as "home" after a year away. Their host communities around the world shape and transform our volunteers in such a way that makes returning to the U.S. consumer cultural milieu feel like an intensely foreign experience. Thankfully, they have one another to rely on as they navigate the transition. It takes time, but as they slowly resettle into life here in the United States, our volunteers begin to recognize the major internal shifts that came as a result of their YAGM experience.

[26] About thirty percent of our YAGM volunteers end up in seminary following their journey in international service. Others attend graduate school for social work, medicine, international development, or environmental science. Still others commit themselves to another year of volunteering in the domestic sphere, or accept jobs with organizations like Bread for the World or ELCA World Hunger. Some enter into a period of discernment, crashing with Mom and Dad and serving for a time as coffee shop baristas. In all of these experiences, the lives of our returned volunteers become vivid reflections of the global host communities that shaped them. I am continually grateful for their witness in the world, and for the ways they will challenge this church — and all of us together — to live with joy and intention.

Saturday, December 24, 2011

Give This Christmas Away

Well the calendar tells me that tomorrow is December 25th.  Other than that, there are very few things indicating that Christmas is here.  My December in South Africa has been so vastly different from any December I have ever experienced that it just doesn’t seem possible that it is Christmas Eve.

I’m not getting papers filled with catalogues of toys and gifts that I am pressured to buy for family and friends.  I don’t have a television so I’m not seeing commercials for store specials or holiday movies. A few stores in town have put up meager decorations attempting to incite festive spirit but there are even fewer decoration around my site. Oh, and it was 95 degrees two days ago.

Believe me, I’ve tried everything to make it feel like the Christmas I am used to in Nebraska.  I have been listening to Christmas music since Thanksgiving, I’ve been watching Christmas movies that my parents sent me, I walked the crowded mall in Pietermaritzburg with Elise this week, and I’ve even been drinking hot chocolate on the evenings when a cold front moves through and the temperature gets below 70.

I kept thinking to myself that this isn’t really Christmas. I know that the true meaning of Christmas is so much more than the lights and wrapping paper but for over twenty years those signs have helped prepare me for this season.  Like Kevin McAllister in Home Alone 2 I was thinking, “How can you have Christmas without a Christmas tree?” And at first I thought it wouldn’t be hard being away from home this holiday season because everything is so different that it doesn’t even seem like Christmas.  But then I began to see and hear about people being excited to be home for Christmas and happy to be spending time with family and I felt like I was missing out on all of that.  Last weekend, for example, my family was at the family Christmas on my dad’s side while I was at a Zulu wedding.  And although that was a great and memorable experience it just made Christmas seem so far away this December.

Then today I came across a song, “Give This Christmas Away,” by Matthew West.  You should definitely go look it up on YouTube or buy it on iTunes so that you can listen to it but here are a few of the lyrics. “Give this Christmas away if there’s love in your heart.  Don’t let it stay there.  Give this Christmas away and your life will be changed by the gift you receive…For God so loved the world, He gave His only son so we could be His hands, His feet, His love.” 

Through this song I am, once again, reminded of the best gift that we receive at Christmas.  I have been so distracted by not having the distractions that I am used to that I have been looking past the birth of our Savior.  Through God’s infinite love we were given gifts of hope, joy, peace and love.  And the best thing to do with these gifts is to share them and spread the good news that was first shared over 2000 years ago to a few shepherds outside of Bethlehem.   

So I know that we are only a day away from Christmas and everyone already has everything planned with their families and friends but these gifts don’t have to end on the 26th.  I think we should be giving Christmas away every day.  It is the little day to day things that can make a difference. Volunteer, give money and time to charity, hold the door for someone, take a friend out for coffee, shovel the neighbor’s driveway, etc.  We have been given so much and it would be a terrible waste to keep it to ourselves.  Be the love in the world!

This Christmas and holiday season has been very different for me but it has also been a great learning opportunity and chance to grow.  I definitely miss my family and spending time with them but I know that I am here for a reason and that I can share the gift of Christmas in the things that I am doing in South Africa! I pray that wherever you are in the world and whatever you are doing this weekend that you remember what this season is about and think about how you can share this great gift that we have all been given.  Have a wonderful and blessed Christmas!  Ukhisimusi Omuhle!

“And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid. And the angel said unto them, ‘Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, which is Christ the Lord. And this shall be a sign unto you: you shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.’  And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying, ‘Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.’” 
–Luke 2: 8-14

Saturday, December 10, 2011

Learn Your Lessons Well

I have now been away from Lincoln for almost four months, I have been in South Africa for three and a half months, and I have been living at my site for a little more than three months.  Although this does not seem like a lot of time in the grand picture, there are a lot of things that I have learned already and I wanted to share with you.

1.  Enjoy Your Grass
There is the old saying that the grass is greener on the other side, and sometimes it may look that way, but I have learned that it is all a matter of perspective.  One of the initial challenges that I struggled with was the sub-conscious expectations that I seemed to have for myself, for the work that I would be doing, and for my overall experience here.  As the first few weeks passed I had seen and heard about what many of the other volunteers were doing and what their sites were like.  I began to compare my experience with the experiences of others and felt that my time here had not been as fulfilling. However, I quickly realized that having a pity-party for myself would not be a good way to help my situation.  Although my experience is different than everyone else’s it is still worthwhile.  As Desmond Tutu said, “A life of wholeness does not depend on what we experience. Wholeness depends on how we experience our lives.”  So there may be green grass on the other side but, with a little nurturing and care, mine can be just as nice!

2. Africans Own the Time
When I was in Tanzania a wise and wonderful man once said, “Americans own the watches, Tanzanians own the time.” I believe that this statement is also true of South Africans.  For many people here, time is just a grouping of numbers with little significance.  This concept has been a true test of patience for me.  It is usually safe to show up half an hour late for most events and still be one of the first people there.  I am always nervous, however, that the one time I do go late will be the time that it starts on time and then I will look like a fool.  The lack of punctuality can be frustrating having grown up in a place where “Time is Money,” but I am trying to have a more relaxed mindset and I have become much more flexible instead of worrying about the numbers on my wrist because I have also learned that…

3. Being Present Matters
I often wonder, as I am sitting in a meeting or a four hour church service where I do not understand anything that is being said, how it would be different if I was not there.  I do not think that it would be different, per se, but I know that people would notice.  I think that a lot of us can take the ELCA Global Mission’s model of accompaniment and apply it to our own lives whether we are living in another country or not.  Simply put it is all about relationships.  During my short time here I am not going to solve the HIV/AIDS crisis or world hunger but I can be a friend and I can be there for support.  I can build relationships that cross barriers and break down walls and stereotypes that people have.  It might not seem like the most exciting way to make a difference, but sometimes just being can be enough.

4. Smile More
It seems so simple but just taking the extra time to smile at the people you walk by or taking a few minutes to talk to them and ask how they are doing or how their weekend was can make a huge difference.  It might not seem like much but it can be bigger than you know.

 5. Attitude of Gratitude
People want to feel appreciated but people are not thanked enough for the things that they do.  I am not doing what I am doing so that people will thank me but I know it is always nice to hear.  I have been making an effort to be more thankful, not only to the people that I am around but also for the overall experience that I am having.  There are times when things are frustrating but it is much better to look at the positive things and be grateful for all that I have.

6. Dig Deeper
One of the best things that I have learned to do is ask questions.  There is no better way to get information or clarification or to find out someone’s point of view. There is a very long and harsh history within this country and there are many things from the past that still affect things today including economic disparity, political tension, and racism. Many people that I am around are more than willing to talk to me and answer questions that I have which has been a huge blessing and has opened my eyes to many of the problems that people of South Africa face.  I think that in the age of internet we often think we can find the answers online much easier than taking the time to talk to someone.  At times it may be easier but you won’t always get the best answer.

7. A Person is a Person through Other Persons
The spirit of Ubuntu is a concept that I cannot get enough of.  The more that I think about all the people that have been in my life to make me the person I am today the more grateful I get.  It does make me miss a lot of people that are back in the States but, at the same time, I know that I am also being changed through the people here.  And the best part is that we are all connected as humans and we make each other more human through our relationships with each other.  As Frederick Buechner said, “You can kiss your family and friends good-bye and put miles between you, but at the same time you carry them with you in your heart, your mind, your stomach, because you do not just live in a world but a world lives in you.”

8. Embrace the Tension
The biggest lesson for me to learn has been being okay with struggling.  When things are going bad I can get very down on myself instead of using the situation to learn about and challenge myself.  There are going to be more days that are not easy and I am going to continue to encounter difficulties throughout this journey.  The thing that is most important, however, seeing these situations as opportunities to grow both as an individual and within this community.

Friday, December 2, 2011

December already?!

Sanibona! I realize that it has been a month since I have written a new post and I apologize for the lack of communication with all of you. The last month has been quite eventful so I will try and fill you in the best I can now. I'm sorry if I jump around and some of it seems random but try to be flexible with me! First off, I can't believe it is already December and I have been at my site for three months with less than eight more to go. The weeks seem to be flying by!


Part of the reason I have not put anything on here in a while is that my laptop has been out of commission for four weeks now. I foolishly left it plugged in during a storm one night and a power surge came through after a strike of lightning hit close by and my charger has not worked since. There is supposed to be one on the way but it has not yet arrived. Fortunately my iPod has internet capabilities so I am still able to check email and things but it is difficult to type with. But because I like you all so much I am working through it to give you this update!


The days are getting very warm here as we move from spring into summer. Most days it is at least 85 degrees and we have not had much rain in the past month so things are just hot and dry. I've never appreciated cold showers so much! 


The warm weather also makes this holiday season very interesting. Spending my whole life in Nebraska I am used to the cold and snowy holiday season but the weather is far from that right now in South Africa. Spring in the northern hemisphere is associated with Easter and the new life that is found in the risen Christ following His death on the cross. Here, however, the emergence of new growth can be paralleled with the new life that is found in the birth of our Savior. Although they are very different they also have many similarities which allows me to spiritually grow in a new way. 


My days are still spent doing work at the KwaZamokuhle Diaconic Centre but I have much more of a schedule now of what I am doing. Mondays and Wednesdays I am usually going into town with Goodness to do errands for the centre such as picking up groceries and getting the mail. Tuesdays are the day that I package the wafers that are then mailed on Wednesday. And Thursday and Friday are usually a little more open with just helping out with tasks around the centre such as painting, cooking, etc. I have started work on a website for the centre which has been slow going but good. You can check it out at www.KwaZamokuhle.yolasite.com.  It is still pretty basic but if you want to learn more about what is going on around here that is the place to start!


All of the schools are now on their summer break for a little more than a month and then they will start back up in January. I am going to try and help out at the crèche down the road a few times a week when they are open again if my schedule will allow. 


A few weeks ago all of the churches from the Ondini circuit came to Ephangweni, my home church, for a rally celebration. I am not sure how circuits are made up but there are some churches in this circuit from over an hour's drive away. Anyhow, they were all here to celebrate their partnership with a church in Germany that they have had for over 20 years. There weren't any Germans here for it but everyone was still so excited for the day and they even had special shirts made to celebrate!


Having now seen partnerships from several sides(being celebrated in Tanzania, watching the celebration in South Africa, and celebrating them in the United States) I am truly amazed by the impact that they can have. I think that in America we can lose sight of how important they are, more than just financially. As Bishop Zulu said, "The partnership was not made to be built on money but on friendship and spiritual unity." I think that this is what ELCA Global Mission's statement of accompaniment is getting at also. Both sides have gifts to share and areas to grow and it is by this partnership together that everyone benefits.


Over the last full week of November we had our first retreat with all of the volunteers here in South Africa. The retreats happen every three-four months and just allow for a little renewal and growth as a group. There will also be one at the beginning of March. 


For the four guys who are here we started a little early. On Monday I travelled the two hour kombi ride to Durban to meet up with Isaac, Steve and Taylor. We went to the beach that afternoon and although it wasn't the warmest day I couldn't not swim in the Indian Ocean! Isaac's site is in Durban so we were able to stay at his place before heading to Pietermaritzburg on Tuesday.


When we got to PMB our country coordinator, Brian, picked us up and we headed towards Howick to do the Karkloof Canopy Tour. It is a series of ziplines that have been built into a forested area complete with a stream and waterfall and spectacular views! Then we went out to dinner and I finally got some Mexican food which I have been craving! It was only nachos but with fresh guacamole it definitely hit the spot!


All of the girls arrived on Wednesday so the 12 were reunited once again! Although it was raining on Thursday we played some soccer before having a big Thanksgiving meal. Everyone made a dish that they love from home and although a lot of things had to be substituted everything turned out great! Brian's wife, Kristen, made the turkey and mashed potatoes and homemade stuffing that was all delicious!  


Thanksgiving is a day that we use to be thankful for all that we have and most Americans celebrate the day with their families. Even though nine months ago I didn't even know the people I spent this Thanksgiving with, we are all now a part of a MUD family. We might be a little random and weird and we get on each other's nerves sometimes but I know that I can count on them to be there for me if I need them. When I get back to the States no one will understand what I have been through nor the transition time except these 11 other people. I am so grateful for them!


On Friday we traveled to a hostel outside of Royal Natal National Park, dropped off our bags and headed to the park. We spent the next four hours hiking through the mountains to a large rock lookout with a spectacular view. It was truly a breathtaking sight. It was a great chance for all of us to be together in the majesty of God's creation. Following the hike we stopped at one of Brian's favorite restaurants, Tower of Pizza. I had a pizza called Camel's Hump which had bacon and bananas as toppings. I love bacon and I love bananas but I can now say that I don't love bacon and bananas together. 


On Saturday we took a guided trip to the nearby country of Lesotho. For those that don't know, it is the only country surrounded by a country. In other words, Lesotho is entirely surrounded by South Africa. It is also the third poorest country in Africa with very minimal infrastructure and opportunity. South Africa has offered to make it a state but the government of Lesotho refuses. Anyways, the trip consisted of some hiking that was often climbing up the faces of rocks, looking at old cave drawings and a little culture lesson. It was an eye opening experience to continue to see how diverse southern Africa is. In five days I had seen the beach and bustling city of Durban, the Drakensberg mountains, and now the rural and impoverished country of Lesotho. 


On Sunday we had the amazing opportunity to go to a rally in Durban to kick start the beginning of the COP17 climate negotiations. The rally was put on by a group called We Have Faith and featured speaking by Archbishop Desmond Tutu and others as well as several performers including Ladysmith Black Mambazo. We were able to get down onto the field and were less than 50 feet away from 'the Arch' as they called him. He even saw some of the group taking a picture of him and waved to us. He is a truly incredible man and it was very humbling to be in the presence of someone who had such an impact on South Africa and who continues to inspire people around the world. Truly a moment I will never forget!


All in all, the retreat was a great opportunity to reconnect with my MUD family and be able to speak English for a few days and share each other's joys and burdens of the past few months. 


On my journey back on Monday I had to wait an hour and a half for the kombi in Pietermaritzburg to fill before we left for Estcourt. When I finally made it back to the centre I dropped off my things at my flat then walked up to the office to say hi to my host, Constance. She instantly gave me a hug and said, "We missed you. Welcome home!" 


"Live life to express, not to impress. Don't strive to make your presence noticed, just make your absence felt."--Anonymous