Tuesday, February 5, 2008

"Lost Boys" of Sudan



Tonight the group of thirty-something people at the Pine Valley Library were in for a real treat. Benjamin Ajak, one of the "Lost Boys of Sudan" shared his story along with one of his co-authors, Judy Bernstein. Along with Benjamin's two cousins, they all authored the memoir They Poured Fire on Us from the Sky: The True Story of Three Lost Boys from Sudan. After watching a "60 Minutes" segment on the "Lost Boys," Judy Bernstein spoke about the political situation in the Sudan, using a map of the country to illustrate where Benjamin's family had lived and his path of relocation over several years. She also related information about the regime in Khartoum and their greed for oil that, in turn, is purchased by China. The current situation in Darfur was also explained and discussed, along with what WE can do about it (like check out sites such as savedarfur.com). Then Benjamin, a tall young man wearing a pin-striped suit, came to the front of the room to tell his story.

The three boys who eventually wrote the memoir were orphaned when their parents were murdered by the Islamist Northern Sudanese Government whose goal was to seize the southern rural villagers' oil-rich lands. The three boys, ages 9, 7, and 5, walked with thousands of other boys across the Sudan to Ethiopia where they lived somewhat safely in refugee camps for two years. Many boys starved to death on the long walk to Ethiopia as they were without water and were reduced to boiling grass to subsist upon, not to mention the wild animals, including lions, who stalked them. Then the civil war that tore apart Sudan spread to Ethiopia, and the boys were forced at gunpoint to cross a wide river back into the Sudan. Hundreds if not thousands of boys drowned and others were shot as they tried to cross, and still others were killed by the river crocodiles.

The boys were shuttled among several violent camps in southernmost Sudan and were jailed at one time for escaping. Benjamin told us that being jailed in the Sudan, even for children under ten years of age, meant beatings three times a day plus hard manual labor with very little food and water, if any. The boys escaped the jail and barely managed to reach the refugee camps in Kenya which were arranged by the U.N. Here the boys were given an education but still were forced to subsist on only half a cup of flour per boy per day. Children were beaten for no reason by the Kenyans who resented them and were often pushed out of line by the Kenyan soldiers after waiting in the food line for eight hours.

But at least the boys were too small to be drafted into the army in the Sudan, unlike some of their older family members. When asked if there was a certain age that qualified boys for the army, Benjamin told us that any boy who was taller than an AK-47 was "drafted" into the army. That was the only qualification.

Benjamin was finally chosen to be one of the lucky ones sent for relocation to the United States, and he was flying into New York on the morning of September 11, 2001. His plane was sent northward to Canada after the attacks, and Benjamin admits that, at that point, he wasn't too sure he would be safer in America. It took nearly a week after 9-11 before Benjamin arrived in San Diego, one of thirty cities in which the 4000 "Lost Boys" were relocated, where he joined his two cousins. His goal in coming to the United States: to get an education. Education is the most important thing to these now young men of Sudan; in fact, there is a saying among them: "Education is our mother and our father."

But in order to get an education, he had to get a job. He worked at Ralph's grocery store, then cleaned toilets at Barona Casino. He got a small part in the film Master and Commander, filmed in Rosarito Beach, in which he played a sailor. After his foray into moviemaking, he attended trucking school in Bakersfield and has now seen all 48 continental states. Now, at age 25, Benjamin is planning on more education: a Bachelor's degree in social work which he already participates in by speaking to many at-risk inner city youth to encourage them to get a good education. Currently he takes classes in conflict resolution as well.

One of the most outstanding qualities in Benjamin is his faith in God. He greeted us with a blessing as he started to speak, and he bade us goodbye with a blessing as well. He spoke about the power of prayer and how God was with him throughout his years of terrible ordeals. His face lights up when someone mentions faith to him, and he was a delightful and personable young man to talk with.

After the official talk and the question-and-answer period was over, both he and Judy Bernstein signed copies of They Poured Fire on Us from the Sky that Judy had brought along to sell to interested parties. In fact, every single paperback copy she brought was purchased by Pine Valley residents. Benjamin also cheerfully posed for photos for whomever asked. Groups of attendees gathered about, sipping coffee and enjoying homemade cookies while they discussed Benjamin's extraordinary story. Refreshments were provided by Friends of the Pine Valley Library and the Mountain Empire Creative Arts Council.

Many thanks to Christina Moses and Sherry Markham of the Pine Valley Library for arranging for this extraordinary opportunity to read the book and to meet two of the four authors. If you see anyone walking around town with a certain gold-colored book under her arm, ask about the evening with Benjamin Ajak. It was an experience that few of us will forget. Ever.

Monday, February 4, 2008

SNOWWWWWWW!



We woke up to an unexpected snowfall this morning. As I was dressing upstairs, I heard the front door opening and closing much more than usual. I also heard the kids outside playing which was unusual before 8 AM; they didn't usually go outside to play in the winter until our 11 AM recess. I lifted the corner of our blinds and saw an inch of snow on the roof and all over the yard. I dressed quickly, grabbed my own snowboots, and was soon outside with them, camera in hand.

After a few snowballs and playing around with the dog outside (he's hard to capture on camera as he's always moving at a full run), the kids decided to hike over to the park with the dog on his leash. Dash loves the snow as much as they do, so I snapped a photo of the kids on the front porch of our home, getting ready to leave for the park.

It was soooo beautiful! After the kids left, it was so quiet -- just the wind blowing through the trees. I stood outside on the porch, admiring the peaceful white stuff. Then I went inside for Morning Prayer before the kids came back, glancing out my window to glimpse the whiteness again and again.

I thought about giving the kids a "snow day" since the public-schooled kids had one, but the snow was melting fast and I hated to lose a whole day. So I let them stay outside and play in the white stuff until 10:30, 90 minutes past our usual starting time. Everyone finished the assignments, so we got in a full day. And sure enough, the snow was disappearing fast and was practically gone by 3 PM.

It was beautiful while it lasted.

I have a couple more photos on my 365 blog if you'd like to see them.

Saturday, February 2, 2008

Presentation of Christ in the Temple



Today is a Holy Day in the liturgical churches: The Presentation of Christ in the Temple. This day, February 2, marks 40 days since the birth of Christ, so according to Jewish Law, Mary is now "purified" from her birthing experience and may enter the Temple. This story is told in the second chapter of Luke's Gospel, starting at the 22nd verse (English Standard Version):

22 And when the time came for their purification according to the Law of Moses, they brought him up to Jerusalem to present him to the Lord 23 (as it is written in the Law of the Lord, “Every male who first opens the womb shall be called holy to the Lord”) 24 and to offer a sacrifice according to what is said in the Law of the Lord, “a pair of turtledoves, or two young pigeons.” 25 Now there was a man in Jerusalem, whose name was Simeon, and this man was righteous and devout, waiting for the consolation of Israel, and the Holy Spirit was upon him. 26 And it had been revealed to him by the Holy Spirit that he would not see death before he had seen the Lord's Christ. 27 And he came in the Spirit into the temple, and when the parents brought in the child Jesus, to do for him according to the custom of the Law, 28 he took him up in his arms and blessed God and said,

29 “Lord, now you are letting your servant [4] depart in peace,
according to your word;
30 for my eyes have seen your salvation
31 that you have prepared in the presence of all peoples,
32 a light for revelation to the Gentiles,
and for glory to your people Israel.”

33 And his father and his mother marveled at what was said about him. 34 And Simeon blessed them and said to Mary his mother, “Behold, this child is appointed for the fall and rising of many in Israel, and for a sign that is opposed 35 (and a sword will pierce through your own soul also), so that thoughts from many hearts may be revealed.”

36 And there was a prophetess, Anna, the daughter of Phanuel, of the tribe of Asher. She was advanced in years, having lived with her husband seven years from when she was a virgin, 37 and then as a widow until she was eighty-four. She did not depart from the temple, worshiping with fasting and prayer night and day. 38 And coming up at that very hour she began to give thanks to God and to speak of him to all who were waiting for the redemption of Jerusalem.

39 And when they had performed everything according to the Law of the Lord, they returned into Galilee, to their own town of Nazareth. 40 And the child grew and became strong, filled with wisdom. And the favor of God was upon him.


The Collect (prayer) for this Holy Day, from the 1928 Book of Common Prayer:

Almighty and everliving God, we humbly beseech thy Majesty, that, as thy only-begotten Son was this day presented in the temple in the substance of our flesh, so we may be presented unto thee with pure and clean hearts, by the same thy Son Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

Also keep in mind that Lent starts this Wednesday, February 6. I will post Father Acker's ideas for a Lenten Rule of Life tomorrow. He has some great ideas for a Holy Lent to bring us closer to our Lord and Saviour. It may sound somewhat strange, but I love Lent. It's a wonderful opportunity to do some spiritual Spring Cleaning, and I hope to increase my prayer and devotional life during the 40 days before the celebration of the Resurrection.

Saturday, January 26, 2008

U2 in 3D



I am soooooo excited about this U2 3D experience -- Pastor Rollo Casiple forwarded this coolest of news to me, and I am thrilled! San Diegans: It's playing at Edwards Mira Mesa Imax in limited release. E and I are SO going. We simply "can't leave it behind."

Woo-hoo!!!! Too cool. Absolutely too cool.

MIA and Dickens....

So sorry I've been missing-in-action this week. It's been a very busy one, filled with both the mundane stuff o'life and some great opportunities. Right now I'm reading Charles Dickens' Great Expectations for our Logos literary discussion group at Lake Murray. And as I'm only halfway through the novel and must be leading a discussion on it in less than 24 hours, I'm just jotting down a few thoughts.

First of all, not having read this book since 9th grade, I'm truly in awe of his wit and sarcasm -- it's quite a hilarious little book if one appreciates dry wit and biting sarcasm. As a high school freshman, I had missed this wonderful component of Dickens' writing.

Secondly, his insights into the human personality are, well, insightful. Each person, even the minor characters, is drawn with such perception and depth that I fell as if I could easily recognize a Herbert or a Mr. Jaggers walking down the street. Keen insight into human foibles and triumphs definitely mark the characters in Dickens.

Thirdly, watching Pip make mistakes makes me very uncomfortable. I felt the same way reading David Copperfield, Northanger Abbey, and Emma. It's just one of those things with me -- perhaps also why I can't stand watching "I Love Lucy" episodes either -- I want to scream at them, "Don't do it! Don't be a dolt! Don't go there! You'll make a fool of yourself!" I want to shut the book on such characters rather than watch them make such horrid mistakes, just like I have to leave the room when Lucy starts making stupid decisions. Don't know why -- it's just the way I am. I'm hoping that it won't be that way throughout the entire book; perhaps having Pip tell the tale from an adult point-of-view, well-aware of his foibles, may take the edge off. I hope.

So, I'd better get back to reading the last 240 pages as well as do a little research on Dickens himself for our meeting tomorrow after church. I'm looking forward to reading the rest of the novel ... as long as Pip doesn't make a lot of poor choices -- which I know he will as I do remember quite a bit of the novel, even though I last read it in 1980.

Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Getting Published!

On Saturday we discovered an abnormally full mail box at the post office (we have no mail delivery in our small town), and in the midst of all the assorted political flyers, bills, and credit card offers were four letters from Creative Communications. Three letters were addressed to E, T, and B, and one to me as their teacher.

Last November I had typed up a poem written as a language arts assignment by each child and entered them online in a poetry contest, limit of one poem per student. The resulting anthology, A Celebration of Young Poets, publishes about 45% of the poems submitted and also gives monetary prizes in each age category. So we were quite pleased when three of the four poems we submitted were chosen for publication. I was worried about J's reaction to not having his poem chosen, but he took it in stride: "I didn't like it that much, anyway," he said.

Yesterday we examined the proof sheets to make sure that all was correct, making a few corrections to B's poem. I enclosed an order form and check for one book ($21.95 plus shipping, not bad) that we'll share with my parents, and we'll receive the book in 6-8 months. The prize money has yet to be awarded, but I signed up online to be a judge for T's age group (7th grade). Prize money would be nice, but we'll have to wait and see....

Also in my letter was the notification that one of my Class Day students in Advanced (Honors) Writing also had her poem selected for publication. So I'm thrilled for N as well -- I may have to embarrass her in class on Thursday by announcing her poem's publication....

It's been a great experience for the kids -- for all four of them actually. It taught them that their written work doesn't have to be relegated into a file when they're done with it but that publication is indeed possible. It also taught J to deal well with disappointment and to be happy for others despite not having his poem selected. In addition, the other three are learning to be gracious "winners" and to not brag about their poems' publication (or at least not in J's hearing).

Other poetry and essay contests are available this winter and spring if anyone else is interested; you can click on this link to check out Creative Communication's next contests.

So congratulations to E, T, and B for having your poems selected for publication in your age divisions, and to J: we appreciate your good sportsmanship!

Saturday, January 19, 2008

B's Baptism Today



Our Southern California baptismal font: at the Reynolds' home in El Cajon. This is the life -- my apologies to my East Coast friends who are experiencing a REAL January in all its snowy glory while we enjoy temperatures in the 70s.



Pastor Nathan Hogan asks B questions that affirm B's faith in Christ his Lord as B answers that he loves Jesus and intends to follow him all his life. Nathan had to broadcast B's answers as he whispered them to Nathan. Being baptized in front of almost a hundred people can be a little (or a lot) scary to an eight-year-old!



Pastor Nathan immerses B after B answered his questions and affirmed his faith in Christ.



Amidst all the cheers and applause, Pastor Nathan helps B out of the jacuzzi after his baptism.



Keith helped B out of the jacuzzi and into a towel to dry off. Here is a happy B, very proud that he made it through this ordeal and never has to do it again!

We had sincerely hoped to have Father Acker from Alpine Anglican there to help with baptizing B, but he and his wife were on a plane back to San Diego after a retreat in Northern California and they were going straight from the airport to a memorial service at Fort Rosecrans for the Arnolds' uncle, a Pearl Harbor survivor and hero.

Anyway, nearly a hundred people poured into the beautiful garden and pool area belonging to the Reynolds family. Four children were baptized, along with three adults, so ages 7 through the 70s were baptized today from Lake Murray Community Church. Despite asking to be baptized this past summer, B has been VERY nervous in the last few weeks, especially after he found out that Father Acker wouldn't be present. Meeting with Pastor Nathan last week really helped calm his nerves, even if B wouldn't look Nathan in the face during the entire interview. But B did it! And we are so very proud of him.

So today was a joyful day, and the weather certainly agreed with temperatures in the low 70s and blue, blue skies that seemed much more like May than January -- perfect weather for a huge barbecue and a great church-wide celebration. It was a blessed day, and especially blessed for us with our youngest child being baptized (the other three were baptized in San Diego Bay a few years ago). We're proud of you, B! Welcome to the Family of God, little guy!

St. Fabian and Walking the Walk

Each morning, bleary-eyed and clutching a large mug of organic green tea, I open my e-mail in box and find a wonderful little resource that gives me a glimpse into the past, encouragement for today, and hope for the future: The "Saint-of-the-Day" e-mail from AmericanCatholic.org. Each day I read of a different Saint and his or her contribution in obedience, faith, and even martyrdom. Each morning I am reminded, as the post below for today reminds me, that we do not walk this pilgrim pathway called the Christian Life alone. Not only do we walk it with our fellow parishoners and Christian friends of our time, but we also follow the same path that the Saints and martyrs and ordinary saints like us walked over the past twenty centuries. In fact, the apostles, through the Word of God, and the saints of the last two thousand years through their writings and the writings of others about them, have marked the path with signposts and warnings, with encouragement and with joy in the midst of unfathomable hardship and persecution.

The fact that I walk this pathway in the company of other believers over the past twenty centuries brings me immeasurable comfort and also the encouragement to keep slogging along the pilgrim way, filled with joy at some times and sorrow at others, but still walking on, no matter what may befall. The U2 song "Walk On" has always encouraged me, as the chorus demonstrates:

I know it aches
And your heart it breaks
And you can only take so much...
But walk on.

The saints of the past walked on, right into the glory that was waiting for them when they arrived at the end of their path. And to know that the same glory awaits me when I come to the end of my life enables me to simply "walk on," no matter the effort involved to keep moving toward God.

Here's today's "Saint of the Day" in its entirety -- Saint Fabian, Bishop and Martyr:

January 19, 2008

St. Fabian

(c. 250)

Fabian was a Roman layman who came into the city from his farm one day as clergy and people were preparing to elect a new pope. Eusebius, a Church historian, says a dove flew in and settled on the head of Fabian. This sign united the votes of clergy and laity and he was chosen unanimously.

He led the Church for 14 years and died a martyr’s death during the persecution of Decius in a.d. 250. St. Cyprian wrote to his successor that Fabian was an “incomparable” man whose glory in death matched the holiness and purity of his life.

In the catacombs of St. Callistus, the stone that covered Fabian’s grave may still be seen, broken into four pieces, bearing the Greek words, “Fabian, bishop, martyr.”

Comment:
We can go confidently into the future and accept the change that growth demands only if we have firm roots in the past, in a living tradition. A few pieces of stone in Rome are a reminder to us that we are bearers of 20 centuries of a living tradition of faith and courage in living the life of Christ and showing it to the world. We have brothers and sisters who have “gone before us marked with the sign of faith,” as the First Eucharistic Prayer puts it, to light the way for us.

Quote:
“The blood of the martyrs is the seed of the Church” (Tertullian).

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Norm Daniels: Featured Artist



Last night we assembled at our town's small library and even smaller community room off the library for our monthly creative arts council meeting. This month our Featured Artist was Norm Daniels who lives and works at the Pine Valley Bible Conference Center and is also quite an accomplished artist in oils -- a plein air Impressionist of the Surfer School, I suppose. He and Keith attended college together in the very early 80s where Keith remembers him as a crack cartoonist. Norm is selling his work exclusively through the McKibben Studios Gallery in Corona Del Mar, and is doing very well.

Norm started off the evening kicking his flipflops into a convenient corner and then walked us through a few of the paintings he had brought with him. He tends to work from sketches rather than photographs which seem too "flat" to him. He takes his sketchbook everywhere: Hotel del Coronado, Balboa Park, the beach. After he has established via sketches what seems to work for him as a composition, he takes his tripod, art case, and duffel bag full of paints, brushes, and assorted supplies and sets up to paint -- barefoot, of course. He tends to take about an hour or two to paint most works -- he works so very quickly as we saw as he set up his tripod "easel" and took a sketch of the Hotel Del from an orange "wash" to a full painting. He mostly paints on cheap artboards using the cheapest paints and brushes he can (he likes things "juicy" and with lots of texture, so cheap brushes and palette knives are his main tools of the trade).

His brushes and palette knives moved with amazing assurance and speed as he painted and talked at the same time -- occasionally stopping to wipe a knife and chat with someone, but he mostly painted and talked simultaneously, answering questions, explaining technique, making self-deprecating wisecracks. When someone asked him if he planned the different layers before painting, Norm replied, "I want to paint on purpose," but apparently he rarely does. He quoted someone who said "Painting is just a series of corrections," and he definitely lived that maxim out as he showed us when something was not quite right and needed correcting. I felt sympathy for his poor wife when Norm said, "I own two kinds of clothes: clothes with paint on them, and clothes that are gonna to have paint on them." I wouldn't like doing his laundry.

Norm's joy in creativity shone as he worked, and his love for people shone as well as he welcomed questions, made jokes, gave information, explained what he was doing in mixing paints, highlighting architectural details, shadowing areas, creating a textured and "juicy" sky, etc. The evening slipped away so very quickly as Norm completed his painting -- well, it was 90% complete, he said. He'll do a few other things when he's not under fluorescent lighting in the library, he said. Perfectly understandable.

If you would like to see more of his work, you may check out his website here. I also have a few photos of the evening on my 365 blog here. We enjoyed an amazing evening with Norm as our Featured Artist, one that few of us will forget in a hurry. Thanks, Norm Daniels, arteeste extraordinaire!

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

"Casting" our Cares

I've had a run-in with the same verse in two different venues in the same day -- a remarkable occurrence that I want to share.

In reading and discussing Psalms 3 and 4 for the Bible Book Club (see Blogs of Interest if you would like to join us in reading through the Bible in three years), Carol posted 1 Peter 5:7:

Casting all your cares upon Him [Jesus], for He cares for you.

I spent last night preparing for Lake Murray's Lady Bereans Bible study where we started the last chapter of 1 Peter, chapter five. And our last verse to study was the above verse: 1 Peter 5:7.

Carol wrote about physically "casting" her cares at one point in her life. She stood with a fishing rod in hand, and each time she "cast" it, she surrendered something to the Lord. It was a wonderful word picture illustrating the above verse.

In my life as well I have applied this verse physically. After seeing a certain doctor/chiropractor in Phoenix, he advised me to go home and really make this verse live. So after arriving home, I collected a pile of pine cones that are usually scattered all over our lawn and stacked them near the back fence. I bent over, picked up a pine cone, named what or whom it represented, and chucked it over the fence into "God's territory" (i.e., "into God's in box," as my friend Noko says). I threw about twenty pine cones over the fence that day, and I felt so light and free when I was done.

My problem is that I (figuratively, of course) tend to sneak into "God's territory" and snatch up a pine cone that I previously chucked and take it back to my side of the fence to "take care of." Occasionally I "cast" it back, but more often I keep it. Bad idea, I know. Why do I think that I could possibly "care" for something better than God can? Ridiculous. But I still find myself sneaking through the gate to sneak a "care" back to my side. I've gotta just "cast" those "cares" and let 'em stay with God.

The best thing is the reason behind God's taking care of our "cares": because He cares for us! He loves us and doesn't want us worrying about stuff that He's in charge of anyway. It's wasted energy, wasted worry, wasted thought, wasted time. I have little control over many (most) aspects of my life, so why grasp on soooo hard to something I can't control anyway? Why worry about what I can't change? God loves us so much that He desires us to REST in Him -- to surrender everything to Him -- to follow His leading in doing this action or that action because He wants the very best for us.

Sometimes God's best doesn't look like it could possibly indeed be "God's best." Is rheumatoid arthritis God's best? Is a ten-year-old with leukemia God's best? Is someone suffering from ALS God's best? From this side of heaven, it sure doesn't look like it. It sometimes looks like God is doing a crappy job. But that's where faith steps in. I'm thankful in many ways for my own illness because it has brought me so close to God, and it has interrupted my busy-ness to give me time to pray, time to contemplate, time to reevaluate. It has given me a depth to my writing I didn't have before. It has opened possibilities I had never thought possible. And it has shown me the goodness of the Body of Christ as women drove up the mountain to clean my home on a weekly basis for several years. I've learned to receive as well as to give. And although the pain is still hard to endure, I've learned to receive it with thanksgiving and with even joy at times. I can't answer for others who suffer in different ways, but I have faith that God IS at work, that He IS taking care of our "cares," and that He does so to help us to grow, learn, and mature, to become better people and more loving, thankful, and gracious in living our lives.

So it all revolves around that intangible thing called "faith." And it also involves trust as well. Do we trust God with our cares? Do we think He will do a better job than we can? Do we trust Him to do it in the right time frame? And it also involves love -- His love for us. He does it because He. Loves. Us. That's the Creator of the Universe we're talking about here. The King of kings and Lord of lords, as Handel reminds us.

Faith. Trust. Love. Pretty heady qualities, those three. He's just waiting for us to demonstrate our faith and trust as we "cast" a care or two into His hands, just to show us "how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ." That's worth trusting, in my humble opinion.

I may go and lob a few more pine cones over that back fence when I get done typing here....

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