The Summer Team has been busy with teaching school, assisting at Mercy hospital and making repairs. Yesterday we had some children from the community join us unexpectedly for school. I was asked to teach this little group of seven precious children. Team mate Barbara gave me some books, some colored paper (not just white paper) and pencils (very sharp pencils, I must add). We read the book, A Giraffe and a Half. For those of you that don’t know this story, as I didn’t, it is a rhyming book.
I knew we might be in trouble when I realized as we started the book that the children did not know a giraffe. There was a rose on his nose that they knew as a flower – didn’t quite rhyme. There was a whale biting his tail that the children only knew as a fish – again, didn’t work with the rhyme theme. So, most of you who know me, can imagine how much fun I had reading this book with them. I can tell you, they all know now the special creations of a rose and a whale. It was certainly a whale of a tale!
After the story-telling was finally finished, each child was able to choose their color of paper and was given a sharp pencil to draw any parts of the book. They all looked up at me, mouths open. I started drawing on my paper for them and then they got busy. We all had giraffes, flowers, whales and a snake eating cake on our papers. We knew the flowers on our papers, although all very beautiful, were not roses because they didn’t smell like a rose.
We decided to go out on an expedition to the library to find pictures of whales. On the way, still in the Child Rescue compound, my precious children sited several whales (yes, on land). I just loved to see their imaginations unleashed! They ooohed and aaahed over the photographs of the whales in the encyclopedias.
We talked about how all of us together plus our reunified older student (who had joined us while drawing and was instrumental in translating for us) could all fit into the belly of a whale. I wish you could have seen their mouths drop and eyes bug-out on that one. What a fun, fun day! Praise God from whom all blessings flow and the joy of enrichment for His precious children.
God is good; all the time! Glory to God, Amen!
In His service,
I am certainly not being an original thinker when I observe that the people of Sierra Leone, at least those at the Child Rescue Center and Mercy Hospital, are filled with extraordinary faith and hope. In fact, that’s probably the most common comment I’ve heard team members make. Each of their meetings begins with a devotion including song, prayer and devotional thoughts.
We’ve also attended a vespers service at the CRC and experienced a short devotion in a small village before the start of a medical outreach clinic. These events were unlike a typical US worship service in many ways, but perhaps the one that struck me the most is how democratic and participatory they are. It’s a bit like the scene in a bar in Spain my husband recalls where each patron, in turn, took the guitar being passed around and played a beautiful tune as the rest of the crowd sang along. In these worship services the microphone is passed from person to person, as one leads a song, another shares a prayer, and yet another delivers a message. Men, women and children participate fully and equally.
In the beauty and joy of their singing, their faith and hope shine through. In the sincerity and assurance of their prayers, their faith and hope shine through. In the strength and depth of their thoughts, their faith and hope shine through. As a neophyte missioner, I naively thought the goal of the mission trip was to share faith and hope with the people here. Nope. I’ll stick to sharing my knowledge of teaching reading and math, because they clearly don’t need me to give them hope or teach them faith. Quite the contrary, I’ve gained far more than I have to give in those regards.
The Bible tells us that “… faith comes from the hearing of the message, and the message is heard through the word about Christ.” (Romans 10:17) The people of Sierra Leone have undoubtedly heard that message! From where, then, does hope arise? And how is it that these people who have suffered greatly – and often are still experiencing significant obstacles – are so filled with hope? Shouldn’t we, who by comparison have suffered little, be able to give them hope? According to Romans 5:3-5, that’s not how it works. “And not only that, but we also boast in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces hope, and hope does not disappoint us, because God’s love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit that has been given to us.”
It makes sense, then, that I, who have had a scant thimbleful of suffering in my life, have little to offer in the way of endurance, character and hope. I guess I was right that the mission of this trip is to impart faith and hope. I just misunderstood who would be doing most of the giving and who would be doing the receiving.