Saturday, July 11, 2015

Let's Not Walk Alone

Death. Poverty. War. Disease

There is too much to say about how orphans come to be. One parent has HIV, the other gets it [1]. A mother has HIV, gives it to her child [2]. There is no cure, anti-retroviral treatment is inaccessible or limited [3]. Healthcare professionals are limited [4]. Hospitals close due to war, some robbed of their medical equipment, robbed of doctors and nurses [4]. They die. Armies recruit and kidnap children to become their soldiers, some forced to kill their own parents, others watch their parents murdered by their captors [5,6]. Children are drugged to help cope with their situation, to make them effective fighters by separating their actions from reality [6]. Orphans who survive long enough to have their own children have drug problems and are unable to care for them. Children see no other means for survival, for escape from starvation and so give themselves to sexual slavery, to armies, to people who take advantage of them [5,6]. People die, leaving their children behind to fend for themselves. The cycle continues.

Then there are the children who are born with mental or physical disabilities. The parents don’t know how to care for them and so give them up [7]. Sometimes the tragic reality is that the parents see the child as more of a burden rather than a joy, perhaps the family is too poor to afford having one parent stay at home to care for the child, or pay for a caregiver [7]. The child is abandoned.

Finding a solution for the orphan crisis is just as complex as the causes of the orphan. Orphanages opened by well-intentioned people provide love, care for physical needs when properly funded and staffed. However, that is usually not the case. While some orphans have lost both their parents, single-parent and financially burdened families see orphanages as opportunities for their children [7]. As much as they do no not want to be separated from their child, they sacrifice their relationship in hopes that their child can alter the future to one that does not consist of hunger. Although orphanages at first seem like a great solution, it actually causes more children to be orphaned (given up) and are less effective if not properly equipped (or overcrowded) [7]. What happens when a child gets too old to stay at the orphanage? Children who are separated from their nurturing mother or protective father while growing up miss out on learning how to have their own families and care for their own children [8]. If people who grew up with both parents face challenges when it comes to parenting, how much more difficult would it be for an orphan who has no example to follow?

And if the lack of physical provision for a child isn’t bad enough, what about the mental implications that comes with being orphaned? Where exactly, is a child supposed to find belonging when they are being tossed from one caregiver or institution to the next [8]? What should they be thinking when they have to make decisions that only adults should make, when they have to take care of their younger siblings, when they are forced to kill their own parents, when they have to sacrifice education for work that uses and abuses them, when they watch helplessly as their parents are taken by an illness that they may also have? Not only are they alone, they are vulnerable and have no healthy way to cope with the trauma they have experienced.

So what do we do now? If it is not enough to build an orphanage, to throw money, to donate clothing, if it is not good enough that everyone knows about this issue, what then, can we do? We can keep the orphan in his/her family by supporting the family. If their parents are both deceased then a relative can be encouraged to take them in. Relatives are still family, and offer physical care without neglecting other needs. The ratio of caregivers to children in a family is much more balanced than in an institution. On average per child, an orphanage costs about $2000/year to run vs. the $360/year for a family [World Orphans journey team handbook] . This (community-based care) is the wholistic approach that organizations like World Orphans see as a way to prevent orphans [9, 10]. Keep the child with his/her family. Don’t let their sense of belonging, familial love, and humanity be taken away from them. Although keeping a family united does not solve all the problems, it is a start. When the physical needs can be met without separating them from their families, the cycle of orphans can come to a stop.  
The purpose of the people who go on these "journey trips" is to see first hand what is happening, to better understand the need and to meet the people in their suffering. Through these trips, not only are we informed and aware of the situation that these children face, but an opportunity to bridge the gap between us and them arises. The hope is that we will be able to form church to church partnerships between our churches and the churches we visit, so that we can help provide long term support for the children and their families. Through the church to church partnerships, local churches will be empowered to encourage family unity by providing for their physical, societal, and spiritual needs. As locals understand best the needs of their communities, the best thing foreigners who want to help can do is to support the local church.

As I promised in my last post, I have a breakdown of the costs for the trip for those interested in supporting me/my team (excess will go to other team members):
  • airfare $945
  • lodging and meals $453
  • translators $67
  • in-country transport $160
  • pre-field expenses to include: mobilization pkg, shipping, background check, trip insurance $145
  • ministry expense $120
  • admin fee 10% $110
If you want to support the trip, you can also give me any reading or sunglasses to bring with me to Haiti. My team will be collecting 200 of each as this is what the local church we are visiting has requested.

The trip I am going on is called Journey 117 and is inspired by the verse Isaiah 1:17 which says, 
"Learn to do right; seek justice.
Defend the oppressed.
Take up the cause of the fatherless;
plead the case of the widow."



Thanks for reading!


Video: Why Orphans? - World Orphans




Sources:
[10] http://www.friends-international.org/blog/index.php/think-support-families-orphanages/



Note: This post was originally an assignment written as part of the preparation for me to go on this trip. It has been modified for public viewing.

Thursday, June 11, 2015

A Rude Awakening

Mine. I think about the things that I consider mine and how I came about them. I have food, I have clothing, I have shelter, I have a family, and I have love. I came about these things through my parents who worked hard to feed me, to clothe me, to put a roof over my head. My family is with me and is able to afford luxuries such as snacks, Internet, cars, laptops, phones; things I do not need to live with, but things that will help me to gain social status, and “connect” me to the rest of the world. My family went through the tough struggles of immigration and poverty before I existed such that now I am living a more than comfortable life. So what do I know of poverty?I only know what it must feel like to struggle to live from stories of the past, told to me by those who have. I can only imagine, I can only try to empathize with those who have experienced it.


It is only when you ask questions that you can get answers. When I walked down the street, I saw people like me - people who had. Then I saw people living on the streets. I saw people sleeping on the streets. I saw people begging for money, for food, for something. When I finally started asking myself how they got there, and what they are doing, I realized that not everybody is like me. Not everybody has a place to live, food to eat, or clean clothes to wear. Not everybody has family with them. But even at this stage, I did not understand. I began to think that they just did not work hard enough, that all they needed to do was try. How hard could it be?


I volunteered several times before. I went on sandwich runs, handing out food to the homeless in downtown Toronto. I cooked at a soup kitchen, and served meals to people. It felt good. It felt like I was helping out. Doing these things made me feel like I was a good “Christian”, they made me feel good about myself, and made me look good to others. I did it for me. I “helped” these people without wanting to understand why they were where they were; I helped them while thinking to myself that they didn’t really need my help but were getting things the easy way - they didn’t have to work for free food. They just had to come and eat.


For a while, I volunteered at a place for youth at risk. This was a place where I actually got to interact with the people I was supposed to help. I was supposed to spend time with them to see how they were doing, and what the organization could help them with. I met a lot of people who were very different from me. Some of them had just got out of jail, some had drug and alcohol addictions, some were accidentally pregnant, some were abused by their families. As I got to know these people, I realized that most of them didn’t get to where they were on purpose. I realized that it wasn’t because they were bad people or that they didn’t try that they needed help. I realized that this could have easily been me and my situation. This realization left an ugly feeling in my heart. I was suddenly so aware of the differences between the things I had that they didn’t - the comfort, the support, the family, the material things. As I tried not to be overwhelmed by the amount of suffering that exists in our world, I started to think about my place in the world. Why am I here and not there? How can I be genuine about helping these people?


The more I learn about what it means to really follow Jesus as a Christian, the more I see how he loved everyone he encountered; how he ate with the people society viewed as sinners [1], how he taught that people who give out of their poverty really give more than the rich who toss in the excess they can live without [2]. He understood the people who suffered because he was with them, and because he understood them, he could help them. He was intentional in everything he did such that he not only physically healed those who were outcast because of their illness, but also said it aloud so that everyone could hear that this person was now clean - restoring their social status [3]. As it is for me that God loves me in spite of my sin that he would offer me a way out - a gift and not something I can ever earn [4], with this same unconditional love I must give all that I can to help those in need. So it is not in my place to judge how or why they are where they are, but it is my duty to go and care for the people. I must go to the people who have not yet heard the good news: that although we live in a broken, sin-filled world, there is still hope in knowing that God is sovereign and will bring justice to the oppressed and peace to the suffering, to tell them that they won’t have to live like this forever [5].

I was introduced to World Orphans by my mentor who had recently come back from a trip to Ethiopia with this organization. She shared with me the brokenness she saw there and her experience with the orphans she met there. To find out that there are actually 240 children who are orphaned every hour [6] breaks my heart. As I absorbed this information, all I could think about was that something needed to be done. An opportunity came when my mentor told me that the same organization was looking for people to go on a learning/mission trip to Haiti. This is a trip where I will be able to learn about orphans and poverty, while also hold medical clinics with a hired local physician to look after the people who come. As I believe that the only way to really begin to understand a problem is to go there and be with the people who are suffering - so I am going.

I am currently raising funds for this trip that will cover the airfare as well as costs of medical supplies that we will be bringing. I don’t believe in blindly throwing money at causes, so since I am asking for your support, I will do my best to make transparent what I am actually doing there, and where the money is going. I hope to be able to continue providing updates as I prepare for the trip and also share about my experiences when I come back. If you would like to know more about how you can support me on this journey, feel free to contact me (through any means preferable to you) or visit my donor page here: http://worldorphans.donorpages.com/ST7212Haiti/RochelleChong/Please note that this is an organization based in the US, so the amount donated will be in USD. If you wish to donate in CAD, please let me know!


Here is a beautiful Haitian song I stumbled upon while trying to learn the language, it is called "Ayiti Se", which translates to "Haiti Is".:



The lyrics and translation can be found if you scroll down a bit at this link: http://kreyolicious.com/mika-benjamin-ayiti-se-music-video-lyrics/7407/

Thanks for reading!!




Note: This post was originally an assignment written as part of the preparation for me to go on this trip. It has been modified for public viewing.


Saturday, January 3, 2015

I Don't Care Anymore

It's 6am and I am awake. I am on a snowboarding trip just before school to make sure that my term starts off right. I've been wrestling with a question for a long time. A question whose answer came to me at this time, although it has not been fully formed. It's annoying that the answer came now because even though I was probably woken up by the alcohol, I can't go back to sleep because I am too excited to share what I have learned. When I asked God to reveal himself to me and when I asked him questions like how I can share my faith to my friends as he tells us to do, I did not expect or want him to come to me with a reply this morning. I wanted to go back to sleep and get the rest needed to spend all day on the slopes, but he will not let me go. So here it is.

In my time in Ottawa, I have been learning that God wants to make himself known to the peoples on this earth. How he wants to do that is apparently through people like me who do not want to go around bothering other people with a message of "you are a sinner but God has done something about it for you" because there is a guy who stands at a corner in downtown Toronto who pops out of nowhere shouting, "Repent!!" and he scares me. I do not want to be that guy. So... why can't God just use someone else and why does he have to bother me?? I do not know. Anyway, I've been going through a study with my small group on the book of Daniel in the Bible. This book is the story of how 4 Israelites were captured by the Babylonians in the time of King Nebuchadnezzar and how they showed the king who God is. It's remarkably similar to how I feel as a Christian living in today's North American society. I am surrounded by people who do not know God but I am inspired by Daniels relationship with God and the courage he has gives me courage.

While in Ottawa, I was also really upset at some people I encountered. People I had to work with, people I lived with, people everywhere. I hate people, sometimes. But even though sometimes I want to curse people who are difficult and punch them, I cannot because my God will not allow me to give up loving them. I started to be more compassionate toward the people who upset me, I tried to understand what was making them the way they were, and somewhere in that process I realized that I'm messed up too. But that's not all. I realized that no matter how badly these people upset me, no matter how much I wanted to hate them, I couldn't. And this is not something that comes from me. I do not want to love anybody who is mean to me or treats me badly. I do not want to care about anyone who doesn't care about me. But these things are not what God wants of me and he makes that very clear when I find myself unable to hate them. Sometimes when I talk to people who do not know God and they don't see him, I want to let them be, and just claim salvation for myself. But I cannot.

When I talk to other people who do not know God, I realize that they do not believe in God simply because they have not met him. This is understandable. I asked myself why I couldn't let go of my faith in Jesus and believe in something else instead - something more convenient and comfortable that does not require me to talk to other people about some god who loves them and seem like a crazy, intolerant, close minded person. But again, I cannot. I cannot turn away from the god that I know because he has my heart. He captivates me and I want to know more. I want to know him better and the closer I get to him the more I find myself changing.

So I do not care anymore. I do not care if you are my friend or my foe. I do not care what sins you have committed, what sexual orientation you have, what colour skin you have, or if you're really annoying. I do not care because the only thing that matters is that you know Jesus.

I do not want to care about spreading the good news about how believing and knowing Jesus will save us from our sins, but I do care. I asked my dad why he believed in God and why this God was more convincing to him than any of the traditional Chinese gods or the ones in Buddisim. The first thing he said was that true Buddisim doesn't have gods and is not a religion. It is a philosophy. Anyway - to not get sidetracked, he told me that when he started to know more about who God is from reading the Bible and talking to people at church, he started seeing how God had been working in his life and how God had been there all along. He has lived through and survived a lot just to come to Canada, marry my mom (who didn't go to church at the time) and find God. My dad says that he didnt know it at the time, but after he met God, he realized how much God had done for him and then trusting God with his heart became something he could do, especially in times of trouble. That's not to say that becoming a Christian will remove all your problems, but it is to say that when problems do come, one can find comfort in knowing that our God and creator loves and cares for us. God is sovereign and he will not leave us empty handed in despair.

So what now? How do I help people to see God? I am not good with words, I am not good at debating, I am afraid of people thinking that I'm delusional or crazy; but I know my God and he gives me the strength to live. He tells me that he is always with me (even when I do not want him around) and that is enough. As I feel God changing my heart, my thoughts and the way I see and treat people in my life, I am content to know that this is my God. The God. This is the God who wants me to live and love others, this is the God who wants me to point him out to those around me, those who have not met him yet - through my life. As my sister once told me, sometimes the only Bible people will ever read is you. So I will live this way. I will listen to the still small voice that tells me not to give up on the people around me, not to hate them, and to keep caring about helping them find Him. My God wants to be made known, and I can not say no to that.


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"And at times I can't stand you, but stand I must. Love is patient and long-suffering, it's all in your head. [...]  At times my own city makes me very upset, but still I haven't gave up on it yet." - Propaganda